Chapter 12 – Cockatrice Hunt
“I don’t have any fucking money to take care of. Hey, Copson. Is there anything in there?”
“Looks like nothing but garbage.”
In the end, all they took from the nest were five cockatrice eggs, larger than ostrich eggs.
If all of these are fertilized eggs that can hatch offspring, selling them to the arena is literally a real bargain. In the arena, baby monsters or monster eggs are always purchased at high prices. It’s because they grow them and send them to the game.
The arena itself was no different from the city’s most popular gambling venue, so there was always a lot of demand.
It broke my bones that this wasn’t mine. If that’s the case, I’d rather be unfertilized. Still, as long as cockatrice eggs are unfertilized, you can still sell them as magic materials.
“You only have eggs.”
“It’s too bad, Barbarian.”
Really high-level adventurers make really good money. My gut is twisting with jealousy. If I roll all day and earn 30 coopers, I’ll make good money. I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow William’s toes even if I spend 10 years here.
“Hup!”
William was vigorously tearing apart the cockatrice’s corpse while making a strange cry. The body parts of those medium-sized monsters could be sold at a fairly high price. Especially that beak or chicken feet. And things like neck bones and feathers are all useful and are in high demand.
This is because it is constantly used as a magic material or armor material as much as the demand is high. Even feathers could be used as arrow feathers, so there was no part to be discarded in the yard. And for a cockatrice that doesn’t appear often around here, you’ll definitely get a good price.
I worked with Copson to groom the baby cockatrice I killed. I don’t know anything else, but I killed these myself, so it’s my share. That was the morality and law of the world of adventurers. It was only Winia and William who killed the boss, Cockatrice, that it was right for them to take whatever price they paid for it.
But I killed two pups. So it’s mine Even if you only sell the beak and chicken feet, you’ll get 10 coopers. Like a monstrous monster, the material drops, so it’s impossible to compare it with kobolds.
10 Cooper by the way. It’s a decent income, but isn’t it an absurdly cheap price for my emotional labor for Winia?
“Bastard.”
No, rather expensive.
“Why?”
“Sing a song.”
“What? What the fuck why am I singing?”
“Work is over, huh? Let’s sing a song and have fun!”
As an E-class adventurer, I had nothing of value…
Winia She has been forcing me to sing. It was truly anachronistic in the yard where even barracks absurdities are gradually disappearing. She forced absurdity casually.
“And you swear? Did you swear at me now? Are our bastards crazy?”
“Billion! Evil! Stop!”
“Do you want to sing or not sing?”
“Ah! Hey! Stop!”
She started to laugh as Winia suddenly approached and beat me as a staff member. I panicked and ran away, but I slipped and fell. Mud splashed on my face. Winia beat me up like that with excitement again.
Haha! What are you bastards doing!”
“Oh! I’ll call! I’ll call! I’ll call so stop hitting me!”
When I screamed, the assault stopped only then.
I chewed up my hatred and brushed myself off, and this time I had an irresistible urge to bestow the mace of justice on this bitch, but it was too much. Wizards never win. How can you beat fire bolts in 1 second? Ambush also has to walk while watching the opponent.
Wizards were professions that specialized in combat. They were smart, and they were a fighting race no different from natural warriors. In other words, they are such beings that it is impossible to even fool around.
“Sir, really… If you want to sing, you have to sing. Yes. Let’s do as we are told.”
“What did you say?”
“Kuhm!”
Sing
Come to think of it, since I came here, I hadn’t really done anything like singing.
There is no karaoke here, no money, no friends, and nothing, so I can’t even have a drink at a bar. And there was nothing particularly exciting, so singing was far away.
Come to think of it, when was the last time I sang… I can’t even remember now.
I prepared the song while clearing my throat.
“Then call me?”
“Call quickly!”
Good night. It’s been a while since I picked out a song.
I sang with all my soul
“Shall we go to Jongno? Should we go to Myeongdong…! Should we rather go to Cheongnyangni!”
When I called Seol Woon-do’s compass, I immediately thought of her hometown.
Ah, dear Hell-Joseon. That hot hellish place felt as warm and cozy as a mother’s womb.
I really liked this song called Compass. Jongno Myeongdong Cheongnyangni. It was so nice to be able to choose and go to those three places at will.
The world of swords and magic isn’t fucking funny. This world is shit. Hometown has always been the best law.
“…What kind of fucking fucking song is that?”
And this was Winia’s impression of the song that contained my soul. Rarely, the swear words were permeated with sincerity.
Such a fucking payoking bastard.
“The people of our tribe.”
“It’s a fucking tribe. How did our bastards live in such a fucking place? So how did they grow up like this? Real fucking shit.”
“Well, that’s not a fucking place.”
It’s not like this.
Winia motioned for me to stop, probably getting tired of my singing. It was really heartbreaking to feel that happiness more than anything else. Even more than a badly criticized song. Damn year.
“I’ll pack everything.”
At some point, William finished disassembling the cockatrice. I packed the loot one by one in the large backpack I brought as instructions. Cut heads, bones, feathers, chicken feet, etc. Even though all the luggage was shared with Copson, it quickly became full.
“Bangbang lehu.”
“It’s heavy.”
I packed all my stuff, so when I went back, it was over. It’s been a while since I succeeded in a D+ grade quest, so there was nothing to worry about for the time being.
Would you like to drink if you get money? Or should I buy some equipment? If you had something like a gauntlet, hunting would be really convenient.
As I prepared to return, I argued with Copson about who would carry the three eggs. All of a sudden, there were five eggs in an ambiguous way, so someone had to pick up three. Winia dismissed the idea of trying to play rock-paper-scissors, which wouldn’t work because she didn’t want to lose even if she searched. Come see me
“Then let’s go back.”
At William’s words, we went back the way we came. Since there was no need to perform tracking, the speed was faster than when it came, but it was painful because the backpack was too heavy. Should it be called rapid marching with military commanders on? Whatever it is, fitness is important.
If there was anything I regretted, it was the cockatrice meat. I wanted to try it because I thought it would taste like chicken.
But, well, I don’t have that kind of skill.
In this weather, even if you just cut off the flesh, it will go bad quickly.
“We bastards need to work on some strength.”
“Wow, man. I should have lived longer. It’s really fucking hard.”
As we walked through her sweat her, Winia vomited her spirits her, even placing her own cane on top of my luggage. It was a kind of bonus to cling to it even though it was difficult.
“Oh, don’t do that.”
“What? Bastard am I heavy?”
Your breasts look heavy.
“No. It’s not heavy.”
“Right? Am I not heavy? Bastard am I light?”
“It’s so light that I can’t feel the weight. What do you usually eat? Can it be this light?”
“Bastard. Are you going to keep harassing me?”
“What a shame! I’ve never seen a woman as light as you in my life! Wow! A woman like feathers!”
“A bastard?”
“Huh? Why?”
“A girl as light as you? A comparison? How do you know the weight of other girls?”
For a moment Winia put on a terribly frightened expression as she said.
“Oh, no. It’s not like that. It’s just an idiom.”
“Um… Well. Yes. I said it was light, so I’ll take a look.”
“Hurray.”
Anyway, even after that, Winia tripped over my feet, giggled, and talked nonsense next to her, causing grievous physical and mental harm. Only after enduring such pain did she arrive in the village.
My body and mind were already full of wounds.
Please stop this bullying At this point she seriously thought that it might be a good idea to leave for another city. Even though I came to this world, I didn’t know much, so it would definitely be a good opportunity to broaden my knowledge.
Falling out with Winia is also a positive thing.
“Oh! Adventurers are here!”
“Seriously.”
Upon entering the entrance, a well-mannered old man appeared and greeted us fiercely. I put down my backpack on the spot and took out the cockatrice head, which was evidence of the subjugation.
“Here it is.”
“Oh my god, this is it, this is the same fucking bird that was beating up all my farms, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, this is a huge relief!”
The old man, who thanked again violently, handed William a piece of paper. It is something like a certificate that the quest was successful. If you take this to the adventurer’s guild, then you can receive the request money.
It seemed that it would be completely dark soon as the sun was setting.
We quickly made our way to the carriage. It will be completely dark by the time we return to the city. The coachman was already waiting.
“I’ll start right away.”
“Yeah!”
I fell asleep as I climbed into the carriage. If you close your eyes for a moment, you will arrive. Tomorrow, I think it will be okay to lie down at the inn all day.
“You did a good job today. Are you going to sell the materials yourself? I’m planning to deal with the guild all at once, but if you want, I’m thinking of selling them together, even if you guys have a separate share.”
“We haven’t done anything in particular, but we would be grateful if you did.”
It is not something that Mr. William, a high-class manpower, can do by himself selling his backpack full of ingredients. In that case, he would buy them all at once from the guild. The contents of the quest were also clearly stated, and since they knew that they would subdue the Cockatrice, the guild had to accept orders from the blacksmith’s or general store in advance.
If so, our job is to move the luggage to the guild.
“Barbarian Shack. It was better than I thought. Thank you for helping me earlier.”
“Yeah. Hey, but you weren’t me. I must have become a new food long ago, you bastard.”
It was quite funny to see him surrounded by two cubs and beaten up. Copson conveyed his gratitude to me at that time.
“No, it’s not that tidy, but…”
“That’s right, slut. The way he rolls is at the level of a fucking expert.”
“Sifal.”
Though, what Wasn’t he a trustworthy guy in his own way? I decided to propose a party to him. Adventurer is a job where only fuck trolls are half of the job because it’s an amchang job where you fuck dogs and cows, but Copson is a good guy because he’s not passable.
“Do you have a party or something?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve come back here, so it’s not a situation… But why? Do you have any plans to move with me?”
“Well, if it suits you, let’s go together. How many hogu bastards these days. I had a party with some crazy bastard the other day by mistake, and I blew up a fucking simple quest and ate it.”
Hehe… I guess that’s what the kids were talking about in the guild. Do you know that the barbarian distrust was created because of you?”
“Did my rumors already spread there?”
Like I said, I didn’t have a good reputation in the guild. Anyway, at my suggestion, Copson smiled and replied that he knew. If you go together for another quest, it will definitely be fine.
In the midst of such a pleasant conversation with Copson, Winia interrupted.
“Bastard. You only gave short answers when you were talking to me, but you must be really excited when you’re talking to a friend? Shouldn’t I be excited too? Or do you hate me so much?”
“Huh? Huh?”
“Look at this, look at this. I love bastards, but I feel betrayed. What am I supposed to do with this?”
Looking at Copson, he pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed. Such a naughty bastard. I assumed that it was fucked up and decided to relieve Winia’s mood her as much as possible. Actually, it was annoying, so I just said whatever came out of my mouth.
“Betrayal. Where is that? I only have you. My only true friend is you, Winia. Cancer and nothing else.”
“Bastard. Really search.”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
It was night in pain. Fortunately, Winia was also sleepy. From the middle, I got down on my lap and put her head on it and fell asleep. It was fine up to that point, but they threatened to kill me if I moved, so I had to kneel until I reached the city. Every time the wagon rattled, I felt like dying.
“There’s no blood in my fucking leg…”
It’s not enough that Amchang’s life doesn’t work out, so shouldn’t it be that blood doesn’t circulate in your legs? Why do the weak have to live while suffering from the strong? Even if I’m fucking unfair, I’ll definitely succeed.
