Chapter 8 – Sargadis (4)
I was finally able to become an adventurer, but I had to wait another three days before I started working in earnest.
A proper plate doubles as an identification card. And, as an adventurer, it is also a license to mediate a request. Until the new adventurer receives it, he is in a position where he can’t even earn a meal even if he gives 50 copper to the guild.
So, just collecting 50 coppers is the debut of an adventurer! There are many cases in which a country boy who ran to the city did chores while sickening his stomach for three days.
The source is Professor Brahmaton’s book. Each line of the book given by my advisor is fun and practical. There was no time to get bored on the boat going to Sehir.
Yerna? What a fucking bitch you don’t know.
“Hmmmm.”
Anyway, I had nothing to do for 5 days, so I moved to find an inn to stay for the time being.
I asked the receptionist just one more time where the inn was good. My conscience was pricked when I saw her face stiffen awkwardly as she sighed thinking that the work was over.
‘I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it.’
Even in the professor’s book, it was written that those below the bronze class couldn’t stay at a good inn anyway, so they were told to go to a place with many or no business partners.
It’s better to just ask, even if you’re a bit conscious, because I don’t know what to look for and regret it later.
It’s nature’s reason that it’s hard to rest comfortably in a place where food and security are at their worst.
“It’s a thief!! You don’t stand there?! “
“Shit! It turns out that you are more of a thief!”
“Broken~ I’m~ One-handed sword~ Shield~ Rusty iron~ I’m buying~.”
“Hey you fucking bastards! Why is it so noisy in the morning!”
This is also a very friendly town. I cast a wistful glance at members of the lower strata of society passing by. It is unbelievably low that the lodging I was recommended to be on this side.
Could it be that the receptionist was just trying to fuck the adventurer bastard who was bothering her?
After worrying a lot, I somehow managed to arrive at the inn. Inn ‘Sam’s Shelter’. Somewhat large and clean looking, it was as good as the inn I stayed at when I was exploring the ruins along with Yerna.
But it wasn’t the bellboy carrying my luggage or the blunt innkeeper who welcomed me.
– Booung!
A large body thrown out of the inn door like a piece of luggage. I was startled by the sight of it flying toward me.
“Oops! It’s a Flying Britannian!”
Because of the load, I avoided the flying body with a heavy body.
Thud!
“Keoouk!!”
The bald man, red from drunkenness to the top of his head, plummeted to the spot where I was standing.
Shit, how far is this? Dumbfounded, I naturally turned my eyes toward the inn door, where the bulky body flew in. From there, the 2nd and 3rd Flying Britannians were flying in.
– Booung! Booung! Booung!
─Thump! Thud! Thud!
“Oops!!”
“Ugh!!”
“Keuk!!”
It was all a lie that those who fall had wings. The Flying Britannia People flew without wings, and because they had no wings they fell.
Their flight was being done by the brute force of one person. The man standing at the door of the inn boasted of a brahmaton-like arrogance and shouted at the fallen drunkards.
“Get out of my store right now! On the day you see me again, I’ll break your limbs so you won’t be an adventurer again!”
What kind of symbol is Lee Mi-ji throwing it and kicking it out of the store and telling it to go away? Like the huge scar on his face, he was a gangster no matter how he looked at it.
“Turn it off…”
“Ugh. Brother, wake up…”
The drunken bald head and the children huddled together and left, supporting each other. It was clear that his face was swollen, that he had been beaten to death by drinking and then by that gangster.
‘Let’s bounce.’
I tried to pretend to be passer-by A, driving the momentum, but the thug’s eyes were already catching the next prey.
“Are you a guest over there?”
“No.”
“No. I’m in front of the inn with a full load of luggage.”
I’m sick, I’m tired I’ve never regretted not being a minimalist myself.
I shouldn’t have asked the receptionist for inn recommendations. This was undoubtedly a petty retaliation.
“What? Am I mistaken?”
The man with the scars looked like he had no idea why I was doing this to the subject of cutting and throwing three or four people into rice cakes in front of his eyes. That would have been impossible without a sociopathic mindset accustomed to violence.
I shouted the fuck about 10 times in my mind and said.
“… Guest is correct. I was a little mistaken.”
There is one fact that I have known since I lived on Earth. That is, there is nothing to be gained by holding Gao in front of people who can easily reach out.
Gangsters and bullies easily wield violence, so if you catch Gao for no reason, you will end up getting fucked. It’s like it’s better to be polite before you get shot when bastards in shabby maker clothes ask you to give money in the back alleys of America.
“Is it? Come in.”
“Yes.”
Tumble.
It was me who went inside like a death row prisoner being led to a prison.
Saying that you were recommended by the adventurer’s guild receptionist here is the behavior of a third-class tourist.
Isn’t that the code for ‘you can bury’ among these people? The moment you say a recommendation, you may be dragged into the room of truth and buried in the ground naked or kicked out.
I looked around, aiming for a dodge angle. As is the case with all inns in the world, it was a restaurant + bar, and the surplus room was used as an inn. Unexpectedly, Ahn was lively, and there were quite a few people with normal impressions.
“Dorca! Thank you so much!”
Just then, an old man approached us. Perhaps the name of the man who brought me was Dorca.
“Never mind. It’s also my job to get the rioters out of my store.”
“Heh. Don’t do that. Come back with your friends next time.”
“There is no reason to refuse to help with sales.”
“You answer. Oh, is the person behind you a guest? I was right. See you.”
No, you can keep getting hit. If possible, I would have been grateful if they had kicked me out like this, but the old man avoided the seat as it was.
“… How did the people from before get kicked out?”
I asked while looking at Dorca. Seeing him talking to an old man, I thought I would be able to communicate with him unexpectedly.
“There was a commotion in the store. I tried to get into trouble with my regulars, and I also tried to get my wife to stop them. That’s why I beat him up and kicked him out.”
“Okay.”
It was for a much better reason than I thought.
No, it would be nice to say that it was rather gentle. Even with those fucking muscles and scars, she’s sending a bastard who messed with her family alive. Contrary to what he looked like, he was surprisingly a Mercy man.
When I thought so, even that scary appearance was trustworthy. I called a bodyguard, but it was a sense of security, as if a big man with a crushed ear came.
“Anyway, welcome. As you may have heard earlier, I am Dorca. And our ‘Sam’s Shelter’ provides everything from food, lodging and alcohol. Do you need anything?”
Upon arriving at the counter, Dorca glanced around at me and asked. With a more relaxed mind, I pointed to the luggage on my back.
“It is a stay. I came to Sargadis to be an adventurer.”
“It seemed so. Oh, lodging is three coppers a day.”
“Yes?”
It’s fucking expensive. I blinked in surprise.
1 copper is the smallest currency, but by no means cheap.
There is no cheap currency like the old Joseon Dynasty, and the money itself, 1 copper, is quite expensive. Because there is not much concept of microtransactions in this world.
Here, the price is not set according to the product, but the product is sold according to the lowest price of 1 copper.
One cup of bread for a day. 2 heads of cabbage is 1 copper. 1 cup of small whole chicken. It’s roughly like that.
Buying a bottle of banana milk for 1,400 won is an idea of modern people. If banana milk were to be sold in this world, I would have to take a jar and pay a copper to get ten thousand dollars’ worth of banana milk.
‘But the inn costs 3 coppers per night?’
In modern times, even cheap motels cost 20,000 to 30,000 won a day, but there are not many inns that charge 3 coopers.
Is it similar to motels near fucking military bases charging 100,000 won per night? Are you pretending to be an adventurer?
“Breakfast is served instead, and you can leave things in the warehouse.”
“Oh, I see.”
Then admit it This amount is somewhat understandable, unless you serve only water on hard bread in the morning.
Originally, adventurers carry a lot of expensive equipment including armor and weapons. If you leave this in your room and it gets stolen, you’ll be damned, so the inn keeps it separately.
It was easier to build a strong safe than to manage all the rooms.
If you rob the safe, the guards of the territory will move, so it’s okay to trust them. There will be no problem unless the thieves’ guild guys, who are like terrorists, rob it.
“About 3 nights, please. I have no money right now.”
“I can’t help it because I registered anew today. Don’t understand.”
If you pretend, you pretend. Maybe a former adventurer.
I took out a ten copper coin and held it out. The funny thing is that there is no currency that plays the role of 0.1 copper, but there is a currency with 10 copper. It was a passage that showed how much the nobles here had no interest in the lives of those below them.
“Have you eaten? Just today, good pork came in and I made a stew.”
Asked Dorca, who was touching a coin larger than one copper.
“Bread, stew, and stir-fried vegetables are all offered for 1 copper. How are you?”
“Yeah. It’s good that I was hungry at the time. I’ll just unpack and come down, so please.”
I’ve said it several times, but 1 copper is a lot of money. Even considering that eating out is inherently expensive, the level of food served here will determine whether or not I will continue to stay here in the future.
‘If it’s not spirited, I’ll move it.’
The master’s salary is 2 silver per month. 2 million won per month. Unlike Korea in the 21st century, here it was the top 50% of the salary. It is also the money that will continue to come in until I become a duck egg in the Nakdonggang River because I fail to achieve results.
‘… If the thesis hadn’t been stolen, I could have saved up a little more money and bought a house.’
Depressed, I forced myself to think positively. If I was looking for a house for no reason, it might have attracted the attention of the flies who were looking for my money.
With my current skills, even a beggar with a weapon is as dangerous as a tsetse fly.
Even considering the risk of theft, it is better to stay here. It’s not like I’m putting expensive books on my major in this room.
“Use the far right room on the second floor. Here’s the key.”
“Thank you.”
The key looks like a key given at an old guest house. A key with a number tag on the end. Even if you think about it again, it is like a medieval world in a strange place, and a modern world in a strange place.
With nothing more to say, I went up the stairs to the second floor. My room was in a backwater but the hallway was clean.
─Kiik.
I went into the room and unpacked my things. It is a small space with only a bed, a table and a bathroom. A small box in the corner instead of a closet was all that was left of the furniture.
The room was empty, but there was no mold on the walls or floor, and the sheets were clean, so I liked it. But I don’t know, so I’ll have to sun-dry it later.
Sit on the bed, unpack and tidy up.
If Professor Brahmaton’s book is lost, it will be hard to find, so I’ll have to carry it with me. After removing the wallet, weapons, and armor, I organize all the remaining luggage and go down to the first floor again.
“Oh, you came quickly. The meal is ready.”
Dorca had already set the dishes on one of the tables.
As mentioned before, the menu is stew, bread, and stir-fried vegetables. Stir-fried vegetables looked more like steamed than stir-fried, but the taste seemed okay.
“Hey, the stew looks really good. I think your cooking skills are pretty amazing.”
He sat down and let out an exclamation. A lot of meat and potatoes floating in the red stew whetted my appetite without even mixing flattery.
However, Dorca smiled bitterly as she put the tableware down.
“I made the stew.”
“Yes?”
“My wife is not good at cooking. So I always do the main dish. Instead, everything else is up to her wife.”
Where Dorca pointed her finger, a young woman was eagerly serving wine and cooking. She said she would be Dorca’s wife.
I was dumbfounded for a moment, then came to my senses.
“Well. Okay. Well, as long as it tastes good no matter who cooked it.”
“Right? You know something.”
The owner’s grinning grin with a scarred face was very ferocious. With the real Wakku one-tool, it would be enough to listen to the voice of my brother from the gangsters around here.
Still, the stew was delicious.
That’s enough to make me want to stay here for a while.
