Noru， Master of Cheokcheok in Another World 10

Chapter 10 – Sewer Scout Request (2)

Time flies, it’s already lunch time.

After a hearty meal, I headed to the meeting place.

The time is 11:30. Sargadis also had a large clock tower, so it was easy to spot. Pocket watches are expensive, so there is usually one clock tower in every city that tells the time like that.

I came out 30 minutes early because it was filthy boring.

I waited since 6:00 a.M., And I thought I was going to die from moth stinging. Waiting for 6 hours in a different world with little entertainment was a kind of heavy labor.

Trudge.

When I went to the meeting place, there were a lot of people gathered in front of the fountain. There seemed to be a lot of people using this place as a meeting place.

─Gurgling gurgling!

Water continued to flow from the small fountain.

Just looking at these structures and clock towers, this place was no ordinary medieval world. It is like a modern civilization that has been maintained for more than 1,000 years with the industrial revolution failing. It is like a fantasy world in a Disney movie.

“Are you Mr. Nord?”

At that time, while I was looking at the fountain, there was someone who talked to me.

It was a woman wearing a sleeveless robe. A miniscud robe giving off a splendid impression was covered with a cape that exposed the shoulders. His hair was white and his eyes were light blue.

“Yeah. I am Nord. I heard that you were the party leader for this quest… Uh…”

“It’s Tyrsie. Tirshi Armashnas.”

“Yes. Mr. Tyrsi. Sorry. I couldn’t hear the personal information of the party members.”

I forgot to ask. The receptionist didn’t even tell me. Tyrsi nodded as expected.

“Even if you asked, you wouldn’t have heard. Party members’ names and impressions are only given to the party leader.”

“Yeah? No, why? Maybe it’s because I’m bothered to tell you every time?”

“Perhaps? There will be a lot of parties forming and disbanding every day. But don’t worry, I know.”

Unlike the cold-looking coloring, Tirshi was a gentle person with eyes and a way of speaking.

I was so damn relieved by that fact. If the leader is a sane person, there will be no messing up the assignment even if I and the leader are alone.

“You came out pretty early anyway.”

Tyrsi looked at the clock tower and said.

“It’s still 30 minutes ago. I thought I would have come out first.”

“Heh. Embarrassingly, this is my first request, so I don’t have enough tips to pass the time until the appointment time. Also, isn’t it better to make a good first impression if you show up sooner rather than being late?”

“Yes. We might be late for an appointment by accident, but it shouldn’t be the first time we see each other.”

Should I say that he is strict like a wizard, or is he broad-minded for a wizard? Each person’s opinion will differ, but in my eyes, Tyrsi’s attitude was reflected in a good enough way.

In another world, magic itself is common, but there are many wizards who have sharpened their personality. It is because they are children who learned how to draw magic formations rather than benevolence, righteousness, wisdom, and wisdom.

Pride in academic ability comes and goes, and there are many people who live in the passive but proud taste in Naero Nambul.

I understand how they feel. How proud he must be to have lived as an ink man in this savage world. Even if it was unlucky, it was enough if you didn’t fuck with me.

And the wizard puppies were better than the motherless college professors. How the fuck are you asking me to park the elephant he rides.

“Ah, the next party member is coming too.”

Tyrsi said while fiddling with the wand. An old man with gray hair walked from far away. A short spear and a wooden shield were tied to his back, and he wore a thin leather armor on his chest.

“Heh heh heh. As expected, it must have been Tyrsi. It was good to see you out early.”

“Mr Gentrick. Whoops. Long time no see.”

“Do you know me?”

Seeing the two people greeting each other warmly, I asked. The Audumla Guild didn’t have a lot of people. In the middle of work, we even made faces with each other.

“Yeah. I met him the other day while doing a request.”

“This is Gentrick Harius. Please take good care of me.”

The old man asked for a handshake, and I inadvertently accepted it. He was wearing his gloves, but his strong muscle power was transmitted through his leather gloves.

‘I told you to be careful of the elderly in an industry where young people are chasing after.’

The argument was that there was no way he could be weak because he was an old man who survived when everyone else was scavenging. However, seeing that grandfather was an idiot, he didn’t seem to be a great person.

It is presumed that he is a person who has the ability to survive without dying and survive. Because the adventurer industry is a different world version of a small business factory and a nogada version.

Still, the time I’ve eaten so far won’t go anywhere. It will depend on when you started working as an adventurer, but at least you have more experience than me, so I have to trust you.

“There is only one left.”

“Iknow, right. Even though it was less than 30 minutes ago, three people gathered.”

“I heard that the Bronze class wizard was the party leader, so I left early just in case.”

“… Don’t talk like I’m picky with time.”

Tirsi made a noise, so me and Grandpa Gentrick laughed together.

This party luck seemed fine. The three of them gathered at the appointed place 30 minutes early. Some might criticize me for my lack of time management skills, but I was different.

The mindset that I will go early and wait instead of making others wait while doing other things.

This mindset mainly comes from caring. It wasn’t easy to find such party members in a different world overflowing with innate psychopaths and acquired sociopaths.

But what

Naturally, the last person didn’t come even after waiting for almost 20 minutes.

“The last one is late.”

“Is it still 10 minutes ago?”

“But we all got together.”

Gentrick looked dissatisfied, but we came too soon. However, like all human psychology, dissatisfaction arises because one person is unable to start.

It was then.

“I’m here. Last party member… Uh?”

Tirsi, who was looking at her pocket watch, turned to his left and suddenly opened his mouth.

What happened? I turned my eyes in the direction Tyrsi was looking, and there I spotted a short woman running towards her.

Even with her hood completely covering her face, I was able to hook her wrists and ankles because she was a woman, because even from this distance, her breasts were so damn clearly visible.

“I’m sorry! Am I late?!”

It was a person who wore a cheap hood that was much longer than Tyrsi. It feels like a fucking gray poncho.

“I-I am Francesca Eitrinen, a half-dwarf! I am really sorry for being late!”

She pulled up her hood, panting. She was a beautiful woman with black hair and blue eyes. She was young, but not like a child.

Is it a half dwarf?

Contrary to the impression given by the race of ‘dwarves’, she… Was it Francesca? At any rate, not a single hair was visible on her face.

From what I’ve heard, female dwarves in this world don’t grow beards. Dwarves’ beards are a cultural factor, not a racial trait.

Forcing Tolkien’s dwarves on other world dwarves in existence was also something that couldn’t be done. I also had the generosity to present Taekwondo 0th dan backround kicks if someone asked me to throw away my sword and fight with kung fu and archery because you are Yellow Monkey.

Still, being short was the same as the dwarves I knew. About 150 or 160 cm? Almost like elementary school and middle school students.

But her breasts were fucking big.

─Rumble.

I say it twice because it’s important. The breasts were fucking big.

Big. Dog is big Jotta is big. Anyway, it’s crazy big. Wouldn’t the chest circumference be able to compete with the height?

What was even more surprising was that it was wearing leather armor. I had never known that a woman’s chest is a body organ that shows such crazy movements even when it is tightly wrapped in a bra and leather armor.

“I-over there… ? It’s a party that goes out on a sewer reconnaissance request, right? ?”

Then, Francesca hesitated and asked. She seemed to be starting to worry that she might be mistaken when Tirsi was hard as her stone and she didn’t even move.

Gentrick and I exchanged glances. Our gaze moved quickly between Francesca’s chest and Tirsi’s chest.

Shook! Shush! Shu Shu Shuk! It was a swift and disciplined movement, like a decisive final shot to separate the winners of the world billiards competition.

─Overwhelming difference between the mids.

That’s what drove our party leader crazy.

First of all, Tyrsi is not small. It would be a B cup. However, breast size for a woman is the same as jug size for a man. It was inevitable to look back at the overwhelming gap and fall into the stun.

So me and Gentrick said hello first to buy time for the party leader to recover from the status ailment.

“Uh-hum, uh-hum. Yes. That’s right, we’re the party that got the sewer reconnaissance request. I am Gentrik. Please take good care of me, Miss Francesca.”

“I am Nord. I wish you well today.”

“Ah yes! Good luck to both of you!”

Francesca answered brightly in her relieved voice. Tirshi belatedly came out of her stun state and said.

“… This is Ti, Tyrsi Armashnas. You don’t have to apologize. Rather, you came earlier than the appointed time.”

“Yes Yes! Thank you!”

Francesca answered quickly, as if slightly nervous.

In my eyes, Tirsi seemed to be the group leader, but to Francesca, she might be considered a great person because she is both a party leader and a magician. Gentrick also used respectful words for Tyrsi.

“Then let’s go.”

Well, anyway, after we had finished our shouts, we headed to the entrance of the sewer, following the party leader who was trying to keep his spirits together.

***

The entrance to the sewer was on the slum side of the city.

The sewage treatment plant is a NIMBY facility in another world. NIMBY facilities are usually built in rural areas where housing prices are cheap or in areas where hate facilities are concentrated, and the slums were a perfect fit for that in Sargadis.

The eyes of the people in the slums turned to us, but after a while, they returned to their places as if they were curling their tails. He couldn’t argue with the four adventurers, including the wizard.

Still, judging from the attitude of flirting with this side, if I came alone, I would be pickpocketed. You have to be careful.

I walked along Tyrsi, looking around, and after walking for about 10 minutes, I arrived at the sewer entrance.

“Ah, are you from the Audumla guild?”

A young man greeted us at the entrance. He is a man in the uniform of a guard. It must be a guard at the sewage treatment plant.

However, seeing his appearance, I had a sudden question.

If you think about it, managing the sewage system is Yeongji’s job. But why did they leave guards like those people and pay adventurers to scout the sewers?

My doubts were cleared by the self-introduction of the guard.

“I am George, the owner of this client.”

Fuck. It was a subcontractor of subcontractors.

Just as public officials serve the public interest, the guards here subcontracted the management of the NIMBY facility to adventurers.

‘Isn’t this fucking illegal?’

It was unfair, but it was foolish to argue about it in this savage other world. Since the lord also acquiesces, it must be that they and the adventurer’s guild are exchanging requests.

I decided to think of this as a kind of win-win relationship.

The guards don’t have to go back to work while smelling bad after the reconnaissance is over, and it’s good for us to make achievements and get paid.

Good is good If you’re like Young, you shouldn’t have to scout the sewer in the future.

“I am Tyrsi Armashnas, a bronze class adventurer who served as the temporary leader of the party.”

Tyrsi, who took on the role of leader, stepped forward as a representative.

“Is there anything special about this reconnaissance request?”

“No no. There was nothing wrong until the last reconnaissance. Again, just a routine patrol for maintenance.”

George waved his hand in denial.

He’s probably here because he’s been taken care of by senior guards because of his age. As a civil servant, he had a face that he hoped would not cause an accident while working.

“When was the last time you scouted?”

“A month ago. But I went inside with the repairmen about two weeks ago. All I did was run into some monsters on the way back from the sewer maintenance.”

It wasn’t very helpful information. Tyrsi nodded his understanding and looked back at us.

“There doesn’t seem to be any problem. I want to start the commission right away, but does anyone need to prepare anything else?”

“I am okay.”

“I’m fine too.”

“Me too!”

When there was no objection, Tyrsy nodded his head.

“Then let’s go right in. Everyone wear a mask.”

“Det?”

Suddenly, what kind of mask? Didn’t I tell you to bring something like that? I was terribly embarrassed when I saw Gentrick pulling out a mask from his bosom and Tirsi chanting something while touching her earring.

The warrior beats with tem and the mage beats with magic!

It was as if I was the only one who didn’t bring essential items to attack the dungeon. Fuck me? There was no mention of a mask in Professor Brahmaton’s book!

“I guess you don’t have a mask?”

George, the guard, stood with a spear and asked.

At his words, I was a little bit offended. Fuck. In the 21st century, I never thought the day would come when I heard that I had taken off my mask after enduring the corona crisis!

“Is that really necessary? From what I’ve heard, there’s no mention of having to prepare a separate mask.”

I wanted to believe that this was all superstition. It’s something that you don’t have to wear a mask so far, and other people hoped that it would be worn because they were scared.

“Oh, he didn’t pay much attention to it before. But recently, in the wizard guild… What did he say? Poisonous gas? They say it’s better to wear a mask to be careful.”

But it was a fucking rational reason.

The drain is the only vent in the sewer. The semi-enclosed space was full of waste, so toxic gas could have been generated.

“No, then should I just get a mask with anti-gas magic on it? I have no money for the iron class, so how?”

“A gas mask? Nope. We just wear cloth masks.”

What the fuck is this Then it’s a mask and nabal and it’s meaningless.

“Okay. A cloth mask.”

I sighed. There would be a cloth mask in front of the poisonous gas, but it would be mana. However, it was foolish to spend more money than the commission fee here to get a gas mask.

‘Maybe I can just go in like this.’

If it was dangerous, Professor Brammaton would have written it down. In the chapter on ruins and dungeons, it was written to bring a gas mask or antidote. Probably, the gas in the sewer is at a level where you won’t die even if you don’t care.

Tirshi said in a slightly apologetic tone, fiddling with the wand used to cast the spell.

“Sorry. I haven’t learned enough yet, so I can’t afford to cast a spell on Mr. Nord…”

“Heh. It’s my fault, but why is Mr. Tyrsi apologetic? Even if you don’t apologize, I understand everything.”

You shouldn’t be able to use magic when you’ve given me a status abnormality resistance buff. Originally, it was the national rule of Korean gamers to prioritize deals over heels.

If you have a headache, you can finish it and go to the temple. I have quite a bit of money saved.

“I-over there…”

Cock cock.

As I was thinking so, someone poked my back with a finger from behind. There was only one person who wasn’t in my field of vision right now.

“Miss Francesca?”

“Ah yes. There… Write this if you need it. It’s made with the new cloth I bought yesterday, so it’s clean.”

Francesca held the mask open with both hands and showed it to me. The mask made of black cloth looked clean as he said.

“No, but if I get this, won’t Ms. Francesca have a mask?”

“Don’t worry about me. Dwarves are strong. Other than the smell, it’s no different from the underground mines in my hometown.”

“… Is that so?”

It was the Dwarves who built the city underground. Their tolerance for toxic gases and lack of oxygen might be superior to that of other human races.

“Thank you for lending me. I will write it well and return it.”

In any case, it was rude to say so and decline. I accepted the mask with a grateful heart.

─Sup.

I put on a mask and tried to breathe. Then, along with a slightly refreshing scent, a woman’s unique body odor was emitted.

It was fragrant, but I felt like I was doing something fucking stupid. It seems that I have become a pervert who sticks to the clothes worn by women.

“Are you finished with your preparations?”

George, who had been watching us, picked up his belongings at his feet. It was a large lantern and a map.

“Never lose your lantern and map. Move only as written on the map, and write down the damaged sewers or parts of the facility separately on this piece of paper.”

“All right.”

Tirshi took his gear and spoke to us.

“I will carry the lantern and the map if I have spare hands. However, in preparation for an unexpected situation, I would like to ask someone else to record it. Does anyone know how to write?”

“I know how to write.”

“Me too.”

“What. Am I just illiterate? I guess I wasted my age on this.”

Everyone except for the black-eyed Gentrick knew how to write. Gentrick scratched his head at him.

Tyrsi looked back and forth between me and Francesca. It was Francesca who received the paper.

“It would be more appropriate to entrust it to a thief rather than a warrior. In the middle of recording, both hands will be blocked. We must not be unable to respond to sudden combat situations.”

There was no resistance as it was a reasonable opinion, and we finally entered the sewers.