Chapter 440 – Eugenics in the New World (7)
“Damn it.”
Instead of answering Conand’s words, I yawned. It was because I thought that if I answered seriously, I would only swear.
He said it as if he thought Koga would do the same.
“At the meeting a little while ago, I was very surprised. I can guess your true identity because I tend to be interested in gossip, but I can’t believe that Dana Verbeia is still so eager for her hometown.”
“Okay? I heard you haven’t contacted me in over 20 years. Didn’t you see something from the side too? Don’t you know why the priest said that?”
“I know. After the disappearance of Dana Verbeia, the priest’s daughter, there was not a day without a sigh while teaching me. I bet it is. Since my 10-year-old daughter ran away from home and there was no news about it, it was only natural.”
I didn’t answer, but Conand continued to babble.
“The priest I know is a person who worries a lot. I just don’t reveal it outwardly to discriminate my position. How pitiful it was to see him learn Britannia’s language until late at night to find out about his daughter.”
“Yes? That’s like the Dana I know.”
“Yeah. But despite all their efforts, that mother and daughter had no way of knowing how their family was doing.”
I leaned my back against the wall on the side of the hallway – right in front of the dark aisle – but I couldn’t see Conand’s broken state.
Still, anyone with the slightest wit would have noticed that there was a hint of laughter in that bastard’s words.
“It’s kind of weird when you think about it. Why do you think that was?”
“Because your bastard stole her letter?”
The cocky laugh disappeared from Conand’s voice.
“… That’s an interesting comment. The logic has also gone awry. Why do you think I am the culprit?”
“I’m more interested in your fucking head, you fucking bastard. Did I say The habits of a idioty bastard like you are all stubborn.”
I crossed my arms and said to be fed.
“It’s been 20 years, you asshole. Not 2 years, but 20 years. If someone wants to prevent the priest blind from finding news of Dana, isn’t it an impossible time unless she’s marking in real time next to her?”
“So am I the culprit? It’s an ill-tempered guess.”
“Not long after you escaped, news of Dana reached the village. Is that a coincidence? Yes. It could be.”
I’m a little sorry. It was time to smoke like a hard-boiled Pulp Fiction detective, but I was an elite type of macho, so I was poisoned by the tobacco leaves.
– Hwareuk.
So I lit a spark at the tip of my finger. Eloquence is an ability that includes not only words, but gestures as well.
“People from the transport guild didn’t even ask, ‘Come to think of it, I can’t see your daughter these days?’ When talking to the priest? The head priest even wandered around looking for Dana?”
That’s what Dana said.
My older sister stayed in Alwyn for two years and when she happened to run into people from the transport guild, they were astonished and said, ‘Why are you here?’
Isn’t it strange?
Mother-in-law must have sent a request or a letter to the transport guild members saying, “Go to Alwyn and find out where my daughter has gone.”
Then, it is contradictory in many ways that the guild members do not know about Dana’s disappearance.
Mother-in-law or Dana. Wouldn’t it be normal if one of them had to say ‘this happened’.
My mother-in-law didn’t even notice the discomfort for over 20 years. It was something that made no sense.
“A short time after Dana disappeared, I was chosen as the next priest. The position of the next chief priest probably isn’t a position worth winning because of some appeal, so let’s just treat this as something that’s not good enough for a reason.”
“… …”
“But there are things that can only be done there. For example, running errands for letters on behalf of the priest who ‘difficults in interacting with outsiders due to face reasons’, or making friends with the core of the transport guild.”
I made the shape of the flame I lit up like a drawstring man.
“It’s not enough to stole the letter to keep the flaws from being revealed for 20 years. If you don’t want to get caught after escaping the village, it’s definitely worth buying an executive from the Alwyn branch of the Transport Guild.”
“How can a savage kid bribe a transport guild member from the outside world? You are joking too much.”
“When wizards move expensive items like sorcerers, don’t the transport guild play a part? If the corruption management of the Alwyn branch had the courage and ability, it would have been possible to copy and circulate the sealed magic book?”
It must have been when Edlin tried to get the
I heard that if you are the branch manager of the wizard guild or a person at the level of Edlin, you can get a magic book issued from branch to branch.
That’s why I went to collect golden wolf fur at Edlin’s request.
“If Alwyn’s Transportation Guild had been having fun with smuggling magic books from the beginning, they would have been tempted by the lure of ‘copy magic’ or the ‘second wizard guild’. I could have handed over the magic the priest taught me every day in kind.”
─Puck! I burst out the stickman with a big smile.
“Hey, just looking at it, it’s all a fucking coincidence, isn’t it? Isn’t the self-proclaimed magic society you founded also registered as a ‘magic book distributor’ without being promoted to a guild yet? Where the hell did that funding or base come from? Huh? Answer me, Mr. Ballum.”
It reminded me of the self-proclaimed archmage who came to the village of Picts and gave a damn, calling himself a cell or something.
Although he was a dickhead, he knew the name of Armials, which even Benjamin, a nobleman, did not know.
‘A noble person with a name is the opponent, but did he attach a middle management position with no name value? Fuck. He must have a position in Magimagi too, right?’
And that guy realized how much influence Armials had on Romania and tried to avoid friction with me?
And that’s enough to convince Benjamin, that big-headed man?
“The cell-something might be a former executive or a business team drawn from there. If it wasn’t for that, wouldn’t you have been able to destroy evidence and bury you for escaping the village?”
Magimagi has not yet become an official guild.
It is too early to dispose of the soil.
If you grab each one and shake it off, what won’t come out?
“… Do you have any proof?”
“Wow! I’m going to have a good time with the evidence of the dog’s legs, and I get the facts, and the damn person says it, so the persuasive power is fucking lost!”
I giggled and threw the spark into the dark hallway.
“You were so mad that you fucked me, were you planning to call me out and get your revenge on me? Even if I tell you, you’re just going to go crazy, can you find evidence?”
– Hororok. The cock-sized sparks illuminated Conand’s distorted face.
Since ancient times, it is natural for humans to get angry when they eat taffy. The desire to give back as much as one has received is common to all people.
Righteous Revenge! Kwonseonjinak! Cider!
Isn’t pursuing such a thing a sound instinct of our humankind, which is written in the code of conduct?
However, the more the bastard, the more he forgets that Ji is a villain and a naive bastard.
Even if they sneak into someone else’s private property and destroy the snowman that a child worked hard for, they demand compensation from the people of the house when they fall into their own hands.
It was an obvious thing in any world.
“Hey. Do you know why I am telling you this?”
I approached Conand, emitting mana like a halo. The guy tried to step back, as if intimidated, but his feet were stopped with a rattle reminiscent of idiots drunk on Gao on a moonlit night.
“From now on, you will be busy cleaning up the poop you made with an idiot-like illusion. I have to fight the trolls soon too.”
“… Big, ugh…”
Koganom’s wakku became reddish.
‘Big, Cibal… I’m tough on this taste…’
I’m sorry, wives. Actually, your husband’s husband is also chewy.
“Even thinking about it, doesn’t it come out? The friend you had with Benjamin seemed to grow your bristles after a few beatings.”
I looked down at Koganom and smiled kindly. As expected, a sweet smile is better than a mocking laugh at a time like this.
In the 21st century, Daehan Geon-ah’s excellent development overwhelms the real narrow-minded wizard. Could it be that the gloomy schemes and schemes are due to a lack of positive hormones from macho-like muscles? He has great king potential.
In this day and age, skinny guys like this bastard are obsessed with tattoos rather than gangsters with a bit of a stick.
Of course, I don’t see the tattoo itself as a bad thing, as I used to get tattoos on my wives’ stomachs.
So that’s even more annoying. Because these guys are spoiling the image of people with tattoos.
“Try to do as much shit as you can. Who knows If you set up a lot of criminal records, it will end up being fucked up.”
Of course, even so, this bastard intends to pay the price for harassing our mother-in-law and Nunna.
“… Fuck it!”
Finally, the asshole, wearing a short horse, went back with great courage. I smiled and watched the pup dodge her mental victory, then she erased her smile and half-opened her eyes.
In my personal mind, the price of giving Dana and her mother-in-law a hard time for 20 years is not enough to pay with my life.
But it’s legally difficult.
Even if they were charged with all the crimes, including cheating a nobleman, if they were lucky—unlucky for us—they would end up with prison sentences instead of death sentences.
It’s not bad when you think about the lack of respect for human rights in prisons in another world, but it’s not good when you think about prison break.
I shook my head thinking of a hypothesis.
‘It was I who pushed it to the cliff. But up to this point, you’re on your own.’
The rest was how that guy would choose.
No matter what happens, the design of oblivion of that bastard’s life is over.
Ruin is a matter of late or early. There is nothing to be impatient about, just like the darkness of justice.
‘If I retaliate privately, what’s the difference between me and a professor?’
If that baby is a vicious killer, even if he fights with a troll, he will be able to realize his back, but if he kills it, can I protest the professors’ evils?
No!! Absolutely not!!
A graduate student’s struggle against a professor is usually sacred, but the professors’ rhetoric, no matter how sophisticated, pointing out the misdeeds of other professors is just greedy!
Isn’t it possible that only those who are proud of themselves can point out the faults of others!!
—Those who fight the professor must be careful not to become the professor themselves.
I took to heart Mr. Nietzsche’s quote.
Did I tell you to live this life with the mindset that it is okay to live the same way again? If so, I will bet my pride and stand proudly in front of my wives.
“… If it rusts, you can’t rebuild it again, and if you can’t hold it properly, you’ll tear yourself apart (If it rusts, it can never be trusted. If its owner fails to control it, it will cut him).”
I made the sign of the cross with a reverent heart for the first time in a while and muttered a phrase from the Bible.
“Yes. Pride is like a blade.”
──Even if I become a choked graduate student, I will not become a professor who is a cider passer.
‘And becoming a graduate student who can drink cider would be the best.’
Didn’t doctors say that proper revenge is actually good for the body? I walked down the dazzling hallway, clattering my shoes.
Rice cakes were sprinkled.
Now the result will be the carp’s share.
