Chapter 5 – Sargadis(1)
The sea route to Sehir was shorter than when they were sold as slaves.
It’s not going to another country, it’s all going up from the bottom, so it’s more strange if it takes a long time. Because cost-effectiveness is a mid-priced boat, there are relatively short ones.
Anyway, when I arrived at Sehir, I took a day off, and like myself, those heading to Sardigas gathered together and took a pre-booked carriage.
“It’s easy to travel because the course is pre-planned.”
A man in the same carriage as me said with a grin.
The carriage in another world, so large that it seemed like a horse could pull it, was like a train in another world.
Since the horse is so damn strong and has this and that kind of magic, the technology didn’t develop and only the size of the wagon increased.
“Yeah. It’s non-stop until Sardigas. It is convenient to be able to take time away from the wagon.”
It is difficult for individuals to rent such a large wagon. This was a carriage charge from the merchant that ran the boat I had been on and put it in the upstream.
There was a regular flight from Einhir to Sardigas, where Carmine University is located, so I bought a ticket according to that.
Identification was completed at Einhir in advance, so there was no need to bother with the gatekeeper.
Usually, even if you have a proper ID, you will pass everything roughly, but I lived as a slave for 3 years due to an ID problem, but there was nothing wrong with being careful.
Anyway, after I chimed in like that, the man said.
“Ah, you can talk to me comfortably. Don’t mind me raising my words. Working as a peddler, honorifics have become a habit.”
“My charm is that I don’t refuse to say that.”
Haha! You are an exciting person.”
The self-proclaimed peddler laughed out loud at my appearance right away.
“Even if we can’t go to the wagon, it will continue for more than two days. In the meantime, just looking at the meadow outside the window without saying anything is perfect for getting mentally ill. So, before it gets awkward like this, you should share your voice so you don’t get bored.”
“Yes? As the peddler says, the weight of the horse is different.”
Even in the military, there was a class that hated seniors and subordinates who didn’t talk while on guard duty, and that guy seemed to be exactly that type.
“Haha. Don’t speak What peddlers hate most are bandits and monsters, but what they fear most is boredom. The game is already on the rise when you are riding in the carriage.”
“I don’t like being bored either. Oh i’m nordic It’s hard to call your real name, so call me by this name.”
“This is Jorma Rubreo. Please call me Jorma.”
After completing the statement, Jorma turned to other people as well.
It is a man wearing a robe with two thin and fat old men.
“People over there, let’s talk together. You may be fine now, but after a day you will be very bored.”
“… It’s Jolf Darmic. Your young friend is talkative.”
“What is it? Well done on a boring car. I am Aaron Jack Free. It is the way back home.”
The skinny old man looked as quiet as his bald head, and the old man who had a boat to return to his hometown was a man with a pirate-like name.
After the two of them finished their introductions, my eyes went to the man in the robe who didn’t answer.
It was a man in a black robe that looked very suspicious.
He ran into him a few times on the boat, and you don’t know how anxious he was each time. In the fantasy movies and cartoons I read or watched, it was a cliché that sea travel did not pass without incident.
Kraken. Fisherman harpy. Sirens.
It is a boat trip to another world that is scary when the bastards of such a dog will show up and give a damn.
But even when I was eating, I couldn’t help noticing that the guy wearing the robe kept stepping on my eyes.
“I am Sammus. There is no last name. It has only a name.”
A man wearing a tight robe said as he took off his hood.
Somehow, it sounded like a Vietnamese foreigner.
It’s not a racist statement. In fact, it was a similar tone to Tuen Yi (real name unknown), a foreign worker whom I saw while working part-time at a factory when I was a college student. It was probably because he was not familiar with the Britannian language.
Swoop.
Just in case, it was the same. Under the hood attached to the robe was bright red hair. Fuck this baby hair mohican. So fucking cool
“Ah, you are an Ulsterian. Ulster people don’t have last names.”
Said the peddler Zorma, looking somewhat flustered.
A race called the descendants of an ancient civilization, the Ulster people.
They were also a people called the ‘three great barbarians’ by Britannia youngsters who thought they were civilized people.
In other words, they are among the victims of racism.
The Vikings are an aggressor country, so even if they are hated by the victim country, they won’t say much, but these Ulster people are subtly discriminated against even though they live quietly.
Even if I was a victim of the same racial discrimination, in my case, there was no point of contact between countries at all, so there was no dispute except for skin color.
On the other hand, it is Ulster people who can be cursed for three days and nights just with their hair color. It’s because there are so many things that are historically intertwined.
Even in a different world, is racism a peculiarity of mankind?
Indeed, even in the 21st century, red-haired Irishmen were subject to discrimination. I’ve rarely seen a red-haired lead in Hollywood.
One day, when white supremacy and imperialism overflow here, wouldn’t I become the main victim?
“Are you dissatisfied?”
Anyway, Jorma’s bewildered attitude made Sammus with Mohican hair nervous. It is a slightly cynical and sensitive reaction unique to victims of racial discrimination.
“Haha. No way I’ve been to the Ulster tribe’s village as well. I was just a little surprised.”
But as a peddler, Jorma handled the situation smoothly.
“Britannia, Ulster, and even Kitai! This great wagon is truly a melting pot of tiny races! I won’t be bored for two days!”
Because of my yellow skin, I live with being treated as a Kitai person. Damn i’m mongolian
I’m sorry mom and dad. Your son has become a fantasy nomadic tribe in another world.
[… “Furnace”?]
Semmus muttered in his own words, probably not understanding the words Zorma said. His translation skills and his graduate student life made it easy for me to understand his murmurs.
[“Furnace” Means furnace. It is the one used to melt iron.]
I, who hate racial discrimination, kindly explained it for Semmus.
[… Mmm?! Noraengi! Do you know what Erin said?!]
Then Semmus widened his eyes at my fluent Ulster and glanced back at me. Unlike the awkward Brittany, it was a polite way of speaking in their native language.
But who is this fucking red bastard talking about?
At most, I tried to talk to them in their own language, but they called me Norang because I became like a victim of racism.
There is a saying that blacks discriminate against Asians the most in America, and that was exactly the case.
Again, it was not evaluated as a member of the 3 barbarians for no reason.
Anyway, he’s like a fucking savage bastard. You know that the only thing that people suffer because they can’t learn is discrimination.
But I was afraid to say anything openly, so I kept my mouth shut.
I heard that among the three major barbarians, the Ulsters are few in number, but their individual strength is the best.
I didn’t know if that bastard would stick a knife in my belly just because he teased me that he was a redneck. Become a body that can never stand up again!
[Norangi. Did you learn to speak from another descendant of Erinn?]
[No. I just happened to have a chance to learn.]
According to the characteristics of the Ulster people that had been heard through rumors, Semmus called themselves ‘descendants of Erinn’.
Well, in terms of etymology, the expression Ulster is a name arbitrarily given by self-proclaimed civilizations, including Britannia.
[Either way, it’s amazing. Besides the descendants of the same Erinn, there are people who speak the Ulster language. Admired Noraeng.]
[There are more people than I thought who could use Erinn’s language. You must have never had a chance to meet.]
The bastard sat down and continued to make noise, making people angry.
Shall I ask if it’s okay to hit the pit of the stomach? Ji is a fucking strong warrior, so he might allow it while catching Gao saying it’s okay. Isn’t the head also Mohican?
[Do you know how to write our text?]
[Nope. Until there.]
I know how to use carrots, but I drew a line because I didn’t want to get closer.
The reason why he kept talking to me was because he felt like an evil Korean boss who met a Korean in a foreign country.
That guy and I are both going to Sargadis.
It’s a shame to get close and come to see me every time something happens and watch this shit like that.
It is better to be friendly with strangers in moderation.
After I almost missed the final exam because I was suffering from Vietnamese Tuan Yi, I realized it acutely.
“Huh. Can you converse with that friend in Ulster?”
Hearing Semmus and I babbling… What’s the fucking name She said anyway, as if the fat man was admiring.
“Yeah, what. I was interested and learned a little bit.”
“Hmm. Got it. Interest.”
Then the fat man coughed awkwardly.
What the fuck Ching Chong Chong and Irish Ginger guys play well with each other.
“Hmmmm. By the way, did you say Semmus?”
“Hit. My name is Semmus.”
“I’m just really curious about it.”
The fat old man coughed and asked.
“Is it true that in the country of Ulster people, regardless of age or gender, everyone walks naked?”
What the fuck
I was taken aback by the stupid question.
No, this crazy old man? Even in this world of savagery itself, what kind of bullshit are you talking about to the reds called barbarians?
Archaeologically, that statement is correct. There is a record that the Ulster people who lived in the land of Erin long ago lived naked, hunting and fighting naked.
But anyway, that’s when. How could such a culture still exist…
“Hit. A descendant of Erin. Not weak I don’t wear clothes.”
Wow this is real
“I, really? Do women really not wear them?”
“I don’t wear it. We, Erinn, connect the will and pride.”
Be proud It was a difficult expression compared to the slurred tone. Did he learn that word separately because he thought he would have something to write about?
It seemed like the same reason that fucking otaku can say things like special moves and rituals in Japanese, but can’t say the word steamed flounder in Japanese.
Anyway, it didn’t matter now that the bastard used difficult words.
It’s fucking amazing that Ulsterians don’t wear clothes.
We were naturally startled by the appearance of Semmus in a robe.
“Fuck?”
I wore a long lobe without a wizard. You mean dangling your dick under that fucking robe? It was good that he didn’t sit next to me.
“Uh hmm. I’ve been to Ulster colonies on my way up, but I’m sure the people who live there don’t wear clothes.”
Zorma cleared his throat at the truth he did not want to know about the exposed savages and changed the topic.
“Obviously, it was a tribe named descendants of the land lizard. They weren’t very interested in the items we sold, so they sold wheat and alcohol and bought the skins and blood of the monsters they hunted… At that time, I met beautiful women who became one with nature.”
Jorma’s job is a peddler.
And the peddler was a unique mob that appeared on the subway in 21st century Korea, a job that was like a top-tier trader. A race whose passive ability is to unravel rumors and sell goods to strangers.
Like such a peddler, Jorma had a knack for attracting people’s attention and attention even with casual stories.
“The male merchants at the bottom of the market say that all Ulster women are beautiful, but it turns out to be true.”
This was also the first I’d heard of it. My major is archeology, not world history.
Among the elderly who have lived on Earth for 50 years, there are many Koreans who do not know the traditional culture of Turkey. I am like that too. How many opportunities do you have to meet Ulster people and learn their characteristics?
“To see wide-eyed beauties walking down the street without a single shirt on, hehe. It was really, really nice to see.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Gulp.
The fat man swallowed at Zorma’s explanation. Semmus, an Ulsterian, was half neglected.
People talk about their country, but being bullied is really racist. However, to be honest, there was no reason to be interested in the Mohican Warrior with a lot of pepper.
“That, so? Were foreigners allowed to enter?”
“Yes. You can go in.”
Zorma nodded at the fat man’s answer, but her expression was sad, like that of a scholar who had lost his country.
“By the way… From what I’ve heard and experienced, I don’t really recommend going to places where Ulster people live.”
“What? No, why is the coronation?”
The fat man was startled as if he had heard the news that the country was in peril. That old man may have been imagining himself going to the Nudist City someday in his head.
“Yes. That’s really unfortunate…”
Zorma’s mouth slowly opened.
I wasn’t very impressed because it seemed like a story about a remote African tribe, but the other two fathers seemed to be different.
─Thumping.
Like the seniors in the dormitory listening to the story of a new recruit who has been playing around in society for a while, the fat man was enchanted by the young man’s talk. He was listening to him in the corner of the carriage, pretending not to be a skinny old man who didn’t say a word.
It was then.
─Kikiiik!
─Hey hee hee!
The wagon we were riding in suddenly stopped with a sudden stop!
It was an abrupt stop. As the carriage stopped with the sound of horses neighing, the men in the carriage screamed as they bumped here and there according to the law of inertia.
“Ooooo!!”
“Huh?!”
“Gyaaaaa!!”
I almost bumped into an exhibitionist red bastard, so I was fucking freaked out. I held on to the seat by maximizing the strength of the whole body.
I don’t want to mess with a naked boy under a fucking robe!
“Look, the coachman! What happened all of a sudden!!”
The skinny old man shouted. Then the small window to the driver’s seat opened and the coachman poked his head out.
Drooling!
“Hey, guests! I am so sorry for the sudden stop!”
“Did something happen?”
“Ah! Not a big deal. It is said that kobolds came out because this place is near the forest. Please wait for a while until the adventurers of our upper ranks take it down.”
A bunch of trash mobs attacking the wagon. It was an event like the standard of fucking fantasy.
But even if I don’t install it, the merchants will take care of it. It was the same logic that there was no reason for passengers to get off together and fix a flat bus.
“Is it a monster? I help too.”
Jump!
But Semmus, who heard the coachman’s words, jumped out of his seat and got up. Damn, why is he like this again?
“Yes? The guests paid, so there’s no need to do that!”
Even the coachman was taken aback by the addition of Semmus. They were also doing it for money, so it was embarrassing when a customer said they would do it.
“Does not matter. I didn’t fight too long while on the ship. Not good. It dulls your senses.”
Despite the coachman’s restraint, Shemmus bolted out of the wagon, prolonging his words of fuck him. He was such a fucking savage bastard.
“Persimmon. That is also true.”
But even the skinny old man agreed.
That old man must have been working as an adventurer, and he must have run out of the wagon following Semmus as a dog.
Haha. These are spirited people. We will wait here until the situation calms down.”
Zorma smiled awkwardly as two of the party suddenly left. It’s like looking at me from my seat.
But I looked out of the wagon and scratched my head.
“Well. No, I want to go out once this happened.”
“Yes?”
“Anyway, Mr. Semmus, since everyone else is like that, I got a little curious. Even if I am like this, I am a person who lives on knife rice.”
After becoming an adventurer, one thing I had to do as if I were eating a meal was to fight monsters, but now that I think about it, I’ve rarely caught monsters myself.
“No, Mr. Nord, are you going too?”
It was Jorma who asked in a bewildered voice. But maybe this could be a good opportunity for me too.
“Yes. How many chances do you have to fight safely surrounded by so many people?”
To him, who was surprised, I proudly declared that I would lay Dagul and drew my sword.
─Sereung.
When I gripped the sword at my waist, the heavy feel was subtly thrilling. It was a sword he had used several times during his slavery.
“Then let’s go.”
I grabbed my sword and threw myself out of the wagon.
Woah this chapter go full racist eh