Chapter 106 – 24. Legal Breeding License Granted by God (2)
Holding the meat soup in both hands, I returned to the carriage I was originally riding in. The driver who was fixing the horse’s mane next to me must have noticed me approaching and hurriedly opened the car door.
“Thank you.”
“No.”
Let’s grin at the driver and go inside. Isabelle, sleeping soundly, comes into view. Her body curled up with her baby biting her thumb. A faint smile appeared on her lips at her cute appearance that did not match her large body.
“Miss Isabel… No… Should I call you hero now?”
I was confused about the title. He went from being an adventurer to becoming a warrior, and calling him by his name was an unreasonable behavior. So I shake my head and call her again.
Her eyebrows trembled while she was still sleeping.
“Warrior, wake up. “It’s already lunched.”
“Huh? Yo, warrior? Me, me?”
I guess I’m still deep in a dream. He made a long nasal noise and raised his upper body, and his fierce eyes, as if he was half out of his mind, turned towards me.
“And… “It’s an angel.”
Wet… Should I have let you sleep a little longer?
I think things have gotten a little better at this point, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about it. He suddenly looked at me and said I was an angel or something… I need to prevent him from drinking alcohol during the trip as much as possible.
“Uh? Priest… ?”
He stared at me with a helpless expression, and then his eyes grew bigger. It seemed like he had finally come to his senses and realized who I was.
“I brought some meat soup. Oh, do it.”
“Ah yes… Ah…”
She eats her soup with her eyes straight towards me. As she was sticking a spoon into the mouth of someone who was much bigger than me, it was a strange feeling that I can’t describe.
“Do you have good taste? “How much did you drink yesterday?”
“I don’t remember very well, but I think it was about 10 bottles… From there, I remember…”
Crazy? 10 bottles? Is that the amount a person can eat? I know that even the dwarves, a race that drinks alcohol like water, can’t go that far, but now that I think about it, just walking all the way to Yeo and getting on a carriage was something close to a miracle.
A normal person would have been taken to the emergency room, but I had to consider myself fortunate that it ended at this level.
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After a short break, Bishop Lisa and Sylvia get back on the carriage. The stopped wheel started rolling again, and there was a quiet, boring time as I admired the scenery outside.
Perhaps because there are only three blunt women, they don’t seem to have much to say to each other. As soon as we met each other in the game, we were friendly as if we had met friends of 10 years, but the game definitely seemed different from reality.
The least active Sylvia was dozing across from her, crossing her arms and nodding her head.
Well, I think we’ll become closer as we continue to live together… They will take care of it.
Because nothing special happened, time passed quickly, and the sun was setting. The carriage stopped in the field because there was no need to go any further today.
We each took out the tent in the back and started to unfold it.
Hey… Looking at it like this, it looks like I’m at some kind of campsite…
Because there are so many people, the large field is crowded with people. There was already a bonfire being lit somewhere, and this would scare the demon beasts, so I didn’t think there was any need to worry about a surprise attack at night.
“You can sleep here. If anything happens, please let me know.”
“Yes? “You want me to use this place alone?”
“Oh, is it narrow?”
“No. It’s not like that…”
Rather, it is the opposite. Even though it was wide, it was too wide. I was asked to use a 24-person tent that I only saw in the military, but I wondered if this was really okay. Of course, that doesn’t mean I can sleep with a warrior party member regardless of gender, so I say I understand and go in.
I was just amazed that this whole thing was built because of me.
Of course, it can be installed quickly by using divine power…
Anyway, I feel mentally at ease now that I have space to breathe after being in a small, tight space with strangers.
“Uh? What is this?”
I was looking through my bag to unpack, but I caught something other than the items I had put in it. When I took it out to see what it was, I felt the hard texture of a small, palm-sized cube that seemed to be wrapped in cloth. From what I remember, I’ve never included anything like this… As if I had made a promise, I narrowed my brows and pulled the ribbon on top to untie the fabric.
Box?
When you unwrap the five-colored cloth, a box with a pretty pattern appears. When I carefully lifted the lid, what caught my eye was a small note and a fist-sized silk pouch that looked like a money bag.
When I pulled open both sides of the pocket, there were several colorful candies that were said to be quite expensive just one piece.
“Who did this…”
Candy in this era is so rare that not everyone eats it, and there is not just one piece of candy, but dozens of pieces. This time, leaving behind the rising doubts, I lift the note. It’s not mine, so I wonder if I can look at it carelessly, but since I’ve already seen it this far, it’s strange to buy it.
Chorak- Chorak-
Let’s open the note with an indifferent expression. What is visible is hastily scribbled handwriting. I slowly read each word, savoring it as if I was possessed.
[Priest, it’s not a lot, but take it when you need it. You must come back healthy and unharmed. I love you always.
-Rachel Deacon-]
“Hmm…”
It’s a very short article, but it brings a lot to my mind at the moment.
Starting with what the subtitle Rachel was thinking when she wrote it, the sorry yet unknown complex emotions she feels towards her.
I thought I would forget it as soon as I left, but I never thought it would tighten my heart like this.
She folds the note she left behind and puts it deep inside her breast pocket like a talisman to prevent it from being lost. And then I grab the candy bag again.
I took out a green candy and popped it into my mouth.
It’s delicious…
It’s the sweet taste I had a long time ago.
I hope you can roughly unpack the luggage you brought with candy in your mouth.
In front of the tent entrance, someone’s seal was drawn in a long line.
“Priest, no saint, may I come in for a moment?”
I was just about to clean up and rest, when I heard a soft voice coming from beyond the tent. My heart was pounding, thinking it might be Bishop Lisa, but fortunately the voice I heard was Sylvia.
“Oh, yes. Please come in.”
I sigh inwardly and ask them to come in. As if waiting, a shadow appeared in front of her door, and she stuck her head out through the tent.
“Lol… “I didn’t bother you while you were resting for no reason, right?”
“No. I was just unpacking… “What’s going on?”
When I asked what had happened, Sylvia glanced at me and scratched her head. As I approached her, tilting her head slightly, she smiled sinisterly and took out her pottery bottle from her arms.
“I’m having a drink with some people. Would you like to join me?”
… Yes?
Alcohol?
It was embarrassing that she came so suddenly, but her face was red, and her eyes were half-closed, as if she was already drunk. No, are you still eating it even though you saw Isabel like that before? I’ve heard that adventurers and mercenaries can’t survive without alcohol, but I was shocked when he got so drunk that he barged into the room I was sleeping in, not long after we left.
What… Still, will it be okay for a while?
I don’t know when was the last time I drank alcohol. At least a few years must have passed, so it was time for a cooldown.
If you ask me if I like drinking, it’s not that I really do, but there are times when I just want to forget about other things and have fun and drink at my convenience.
“Then just a little… Are you okay?”
In the end, I was completely captivated by the earthenware jug shaking left and right.
I already had a hard time in many ways because of yesterday’s work, but I thought I’d sleep with a moderate amount of accompaniment, not too much.
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“To the… ! Drink, drink!”
Since when did I drink alcohol among mercenaries with a strong female scent hired by the church? At first, I was planning on drinking in moderation and feeling good about myself and then slowly getting out of it, but I got carried away by the atmosphere and ended up drinking a little too much.
“Saint! Long live!”
“Saint, you’re cute!”
I got a little excited and danced and sang, and everyone cheered for me. This is the first time I’ve been supported like this, so I smile and go up with a strange pleasure. It seems that my aptitude was as an adventurer, not as a priest.
When I look next to her with a bright smile, I see Sylvia, who is very drunk, spraying the scent of alcohol on her blurred face. Well, they dragged me from over there, so they’ll take care of me when I get drunk.
“Saint? But aren’t priests supposed to drink alcohol? Are you okay?”
Aha… Well, there’s a lot of excitement, but there’s a stupid redhead who pours oil in there without notice.
It also looks strange…
Her kids next to her also nudged her, saying she wasn’t paying attention.
“They say you shouldn’t drink alcohol…”
I prolong the conversation a bit and jump up from my seat. It seems that church members have a stereotype that they should not eat these favorite foods, but today I will change that wrong thinking.
“Ah adventure! The Lord said: My blood is made of wine, so when you are thirsty, come and quench your thirst, and my flesh will always grow back even if you eat it, so cut off as much as you want. What I am drinking now is not alcohol, but the blood and flesh of the Lord. How could I, a mere believer, reject the blood and flesh given to me by the Lord!”
They cheered when I briefly expressed my opinion. I just read what was written in the Bible, but I was so happy that I almost died of joy.
