Chapter 921 – Poor Hunter, Night (3)
After a sweaty night, he complained with a trembling face.
“Please leave.”
“That won’t work.”
“I’m going to call the police.”
I’m sorry. From the moment I set foot on Seoul, the Republic of Korea faced a disaster that went beyond the scope of public power to intervene.
Even if the Hunter Association, the Pope’s Knights, and the World Tree come rushing in, they still sell hats, so what can the police say?
It was quite funny to see him holding a budget phone with tape taped to a broken screen and making threats.
He even wrote down 112 correctly. It seemed like he really wanted to call the police, so I tried to persuade him.
“Don’t do anything stupid. “The house is ruined.”
“Is it okay for the person who wants to take me to be like this? Ah… I heard you also have a wife. “Aren’t you embarrassed to stay with me?”
“I’ve lived so shamefully that Lee Jeong-don doesn’t feel anything.”
“It’s the worst…”
A night where you hold on to your long straight hair and complain of a headache.
I felt sorry for the skin on my arms that was visible as my T-shirt was pushed up, and the many blisters and burn marks there.
“If the world tree comes like this… Isn’t the house collapsing? No way. “I don’t have any money!”
“Do you usually worry about money there?”
Don’t worry. You can organize it without anyone finding out. Even if the problem got bigger, I planned to finish it like a rat.
While protecting the country, he single-handedly blocked the Allied forces. I wonder if I can’t even keep a house.
I can block the World Tree, but the World Tree cannot stop me.
“I’ll give you all a super battle.”
“Don’t pay!!”
Bam, whose face became pale at the display of confidence, trembled and shook his head.
“… Ah!!! See. All right. Instead, please refrain from making a fuss… I promise. If you don’t promise, I won’t go to you on my own. You can’t fight here. “Everyone here is having a really hard time, so please.”
A word of appeal that highlights the sacrificial spirit of not having to suffer alone.
I just nodded with a smile out of concern for the merchants and students living alone.
“And… “Don’t even touch my body.”
“Why?”
“… No shit, were you planning on touching me? Why do you only ask questions there?”
“Well, as you go through life, you can make eye contact and belly button contact, right?”
“Eww… It’s not possible because it’s extremely hateful. No matter how much I did wrong to you… “I promised myself that I would save my body.”
A man who claims to care for his body has blisters, burn marks, and a sore back and ankles?
After being caught off guard, Bam made an audible sound and crumpled his face like a piece of paper.
“… That’s it. “Please keep your promise.”
“Okay.”
“And I have to go to work now… “Don’t make the room too messy.”
No, I have to follow.
Are you telling me to stay alone in the house, knowing what the World Tree will do to me?
-Jeobug, jerk.
As I walked towards the refrigerator, Bam glanced at me with a troubled face.
“What about rice? What are you going to do? “Have you eaten?”
Unnatural and choppy dialogue. It doesn’t seem like he was giving it because he wanted to be a burden, but since he was so poor, he was desperate for every single item of his life, so it was an inevitable question.
“You don’t have to eat it.”
“… “It means you didn’t eat breakfast.”
After taking a deep sigh, I stood in front of the gas stove next to the refrigerator, holding vegetables and soybean paste that were about to end the night.
A squirrel girl who wakes up without an apron, wearing the clothes she had just woken up in, and starts cooking on a lumpy gas stove that has hardened and covered in rust.
-Tick, Tididik.
Old gas stoves do not catch fire well.
-Tick, Tididik.
-Tick, Tididik.
-Tick, Tididik.
I turned her handle hard and then loosened it.
Bam let out a small sigh again, opened the bottom drawer, took out a small igniter, and lit the fire.
-Good luck!
“That’s it…”
Do you talk to yourself often?
As I looked back at the chestnuts that had started cooking in a messy manner, I was impressed by the sights that were rarer than I expected.
-Song Song Song!
Chop the waves. I’m working hard on this and that.
After looking through the refrigerator, I couldn’t find any great side dishes.
-Tap-tap-tap!
Bam rushed to the refrigerator, cutely crouched down, took out bean sprouts from the vegetable compartment, and held red pepper powder and some seasonings in her arms with a big smile on her face.
I was debating whether to cut the remaining 1/4 of the tofu in half and throw it all in.
After the bean sprouts were seasoned well, she suddenly turned her head to me and spoke with her lips stretched out.
“Please watch the soup boil for a moment.”
“Why?”
“… “Just a moment.”
There’s nothing I can’t do for you. When Yang got up from her seat and looked inside the pot, she felt like she had seen this visual somewhere before.
‘… Isn’t this what Japanese miso soup feels like?’
Even if there is nothing inside, there is not much. Soybean paste soup that is almost like hot soup. My heart trembled at the refugee diet.
-Boom!
The night that soon returned was holding two small eggs in its small chest.
“It’s okay. “You don’t have to look anymore.”
After finishing the side dishes and even the fried eggs, Bam picked up his desk and placed it in front of me. Soon the table began to be prepared in front of us.
-Tap, click, click.
A night when rice is scooped into a bowl with a bold hand gesture.
There were two fried eggs on top of the rice.
“You said it’s okay?”
“… I heard you didn’t eat it. There’s not much to prepare… I don’t have that money. Please be satisfied with this.”
After mumbling that, Bam brought the entire pot of soup to the center of the table.
“I don’t have a bowl to put the side dishes in, so I just eat them by the spoonful. It might be a little dirty… “It’s their fault for saying we’d be together in the first place.”
“Um, uh…”
I am speechless.
The bowl of rice I brought in at night while complaining was the cooking foil that was used to wrap the kimbap in the plastic bag I saw yesterday.
‘… There’s no rice bowl.’
I would never have guessed that even the most downtrodden guests would be given their own rice bowls and utensils.
Wooden chopsticks soaked in moisture and cooking foil on the bowl.
Among the side dishes, there were sweet danmuri that were squeezed out of the water and mixed with sesame oil and red pepper powder.
“Did you just go out to get eggs?”
“Yes. “I borrowed it from the owner.”
“… “Where does all the money earned as a hunter go?”
“For my sister’s hospital bills. It is an area that is not covered by insurance, and the treatment costs for hunters are twice as expensive. “If I don’t care for her like this, she won’t be able to live.”
Of all the fried eggs I’ve ever received, I can’t remember one that made me cry this much.
He even said there was nothing on his rice.
You got two eggs and gave them all to me. Considering the circumstances, it was almost like being treated as a state guest.
“The amount of rice is small.”
“… “There is no rice.”
“No, I mean you. “I reduced it because I was giving away what was mine.”
“The nogada men said that no matter how much you live without, you have to be treated well. I can eat this…”
In the place where the night carefully knocked, there was leftover kimbap brought yesterday.
It was mysteriously sour just before it went bad… Rather than food, it is something to eat when you are desperate or just before starving to death.
He seemed fine, but to me, it was just sad.
“You make the eggs first.”
“That’s okay. “I don’t like eggs.”
“Look at your eyes now. “I really won’t like it.”
“I really don’t like it. Ah! There’s really no need, ah… Ah… Well, then just one…”
Bam ate the eggs I received after my ejaculation with great relish.
Although it was a poor meal, it may be because there was even consideration in the food served to the strict man who was forced to sit down. I felt like it wasn’t that bad.
* * * * * * *
After meal.
We caught up with Bam as he packed up his combat uniform and weapons.
“What else is coming naturally to you?”
“I told you. “It’s there 24 hours a day.”
“… “I can’t even prepare you lunch and dinner.”
“I said I don’t need food. Let’s help with some work.”
King Mokryeong is helping with the dungeon work. There is nothing more bizarre and comical than that, but my purpose in the first place was to go around with him and figure out what kind of person Bam is.
Above all, unlike camellia or pitaya, this matter was directly related to the church’s issues, so Bam’s obedient cooperation was needed.
It can only be established if there is a minimum level of good faith.
And the best way to give trust is to work together and see everything.
The next story will only proceed if you have the impression that this person is like this. Today I decided to follow the night without any interference.
“… Is it okay to show my face like that?”
“No one in this world can hide their presence better than me.”
“I can’t believe it. I wonder if he can hide it with that huge body… ? Anyway! “Don’t disturb me.”
Bam, snorting, twitched his small butt and entered the Hunter office.
Let’s completely hide our presence and just watch from the side.
-Tick.
I, who disappeared as if permeating the air, followed me through the night and spent the day with him.
The first thing he did was carry luggage and provide various support as a raid member of a rare dungeon.
Where has the night of fierce fighting with chainsaws gone? As a gentle squirrel, he was absorbed in picking up and moving hot magic stones.
‘That’s how he got burned.’
No matter how thinly you applied magical power, handling a freshly unearthed magic stone was risky.
In particular, the magic stone taken out of the monster’s body may be impregnated with some kind of impurity, and sometimes it explodes inside or has an effect reminiscent of radioactivity on surrounding organisms.
In the long run, the affected body of the night was, in my opinion, no better than a tattered rag.
“Move quickly, girl. “What if it’s slower than yesterday?”
As you get more and more tired, your efficiency will probably drop.
Bam couldn’t control his breathing and bowed his head and apologized to Hunter, who had been holding back and spitting out a single word.
“Omg… Cough, whoo, whoo. I’m sorry… !”
Little girl. Hunter couldn’t say anything bitter because he could see the effort, and he just held back his anger inside.
In fact, being a porter is probably a somewhat abnormal job.
In principle, magic stones are collected immediately after excavation, after cooling down with artifacts or magic, and allowing a two-hour delay. As is usual with dirty work, there are no rules.
Although it doesn’t have much of an impact on the hunter who has become stronger with magical powers, there is a risk of accidents, so someone who can bear the burden was needed. That’s the porter.
On nights when sweat got into my eyes and I couldn’t wipe it away, I whined and completed my work.
But that wasn’t the only problem.
After the work was finished, the guild where Bam worked as a porter did not pay her daily wages, making various excuses.
“You worked hard.”
“… Haha, haha. Yes.”
“By the way, Seup. I still haven’t received the payment. “Can I collect it all at once next month?”
“… Yes, yes? But even before that… “I will give it to you.”
“I’m sorry, huh? Don’t we have circumstances too?”
Even if it’s delayed by just one day, it’s a matter of money that causes heat to spread. After listening to the conversation, it seems like he is a repeat offender.
The work is wasted, and the salary is not paid.
Bam had a gloomy face, and the words came out all the way to his throat. It seemed like he was forcing himself to endure it.
“Isn’t it your fault that you keep failing to match our pace? “If they keep using it and there are still problems, we have no choice but to change.”
“… Ah, yes.”
Why is this guy who was so clear-headed, so nervous here?
At night, I had no choice but to leave the dungeon holding a few small coins.
-Squeak.
As soon as the night came, I asked.
“It looks like there are a lot of problems.”
“… They said they would give it to me last time, but they missed it today as well. However, they will give it to you after some time. “The number of times I get pushed back increases.”
“Is it that urgent?”
“Yes. “I have to pay this month’s rent.”
It’s so sad. I just thought I would watch quietly today. It was so touching that I was a little shaken by that promise.
“I’m going to quit work today and go out to eat.”
“… Yes?”
“I’ll buy it for you.”
“Oh, it’s okay. It’s true. And I have work to do in the evening.”
“I can skip it for a day, right?”
Bam muttered, rubbing his burned cheek with a tired face.
“No. Whether you take a break from work or quit… First, you have to participate and finish the day’s work you promised on time. It’s natural. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”
As a hunter, Bam’s share of the labor must be quite large.
I feel responsible even for small things, and now I think he’s just kind.
‘How could this kid capture me, make me get gang-raped by trees, and cut off my head to decorate it?’
If so, it means that the World Tree of Resentment’s brainwashing skills are not average.
I laughed and matched my pace with the brisk walking Bam.
“I don’t want to cause trouble.”
“Yes.”
Bam held on to the tattered bag and smiled, seemingly struggling.
“I promised my sister at the hospital. Now she won’t do anything bad anymore.”
What if he was born in an ordinary family? Wouldn’t she have been raised as a cute and pretty daughter without any major problems?
‘Because daily wages are not paid…’
I decided to ignore it today, but wouldn’t it be against the principles to ask in advance what’s going to happen tomorrow?
Guild. Association.
When I think of that, there is one person who comes to mind.
I picked up my phone, searched through the address book without saying a word, and found one person’s name.
[Inside my heart]
The president of the association with a semi-forcibly saved alias.
It must be powerful, as the list of my lovers has not yet been revealed by the World Water Administration.
Without the squirrel knowing, I left a small message to the star.
