Chapter 13 – Ruins Guard Request (1)
“Three dungeons? It’s a hidden dungeon bargain sale.”
It was a truly dangerous hyeja event.
Sargadis had many ruins, but dungeons were rare. In fact, the excavated remains are not that great. If this was a hot place in the archaeological world, where there are amazing artifacts, there would have been a branch in the archaeological world.
And I wouldn’t have been able to pick up a proper paper because I was pushed by them.
Didn’t he leave the world soon after entering the ruins like a level 7 beginner being trampled by crimson balrogs?
That was one of the criteria for choosing the city where I would be an adventurer. A moderately safe place with a dissertation distance. Sargadis was a well-located village I had carefully selected.
Roughly speaking, in the 21st century, it is a place like ‘a local city in Gyeonggi-do, 30 minutes away by car from a new city, full of houses from the 80s and 90s that were under redevelopment’.
“Bargain… What?”
“Ah. It’s just my country’s language, so don’t worry about it.”
“Yes?”
Dorca moved on indifferently and looked out the door of the inn.
“Anyway, the ruins are not special, but the dungeons are more dangerous. They both have a lot of monsters and one of them even wants to come out. So all the adventurers went to work.”
“Yes? What kind of dungeon is it that things have become so big?”
In this world, a dungeon is a common name for places where monsters appear.
Ruins are not treated as dungeons. Even so, in ruins that have been neglected for at least a few decades or at most a few hundred years, even the monsters inside are searched. They also have to eat to live.
There were two main patterns in the space called the dungeon.
A hideout made by monsters and a secret base made by blind idiots. The former is a goblin lair, and the latter is a warlock’s hideout, an industry icon.
“Dungeon? I heard it’s a goblin lair and a warlock’s lair.”
“It’s a complete restaurant meal.”
The side dish lineup is awesome. Better than my breakfast
“… But isn’t Sargadis dangerous then?”
“Adventurers will take care of it. Even if you come near the city, the lord’s army is there.”
There are many things I want from the soldiers in the village. I think placing expectations on the soldiers here is the same as expecting the rear area support unit to mess with North Korea.
“If you’re the type of person who wakes up late and doesn’t go to take a bath, why don’t you go get something when you get a chance? I discovered a dungeon while I was living, but I’ve never seen an adventurer who wakes up and eats breakfast.”
“Heh. Because I’m originally a unique guy. And the main character always appears later.”
“You have to appear in the intro to become the main character.”
It was a bitch fact. People here are subtly good at pack width.
“Dungeon. Dungeon. It’s a dungeon…”
I muttered as I sipped my soup.
A bastard who is robbed by dozens of katydids is exploring the dungeon?
There was no such thing as a bittersweet sound. Do you mean to follow me with the Master of Cheokcheok?
‘I’ll just have to go to the bathroom and do a cost-effective request.’
Surely, if it were now, there would still be honey quests left unattended by those who were blinded by the dungeon. Thinking so, I poured another spoonful of soup, and suddenly remembered what Dorca had said earlier.
“… Dorca.”
“Ok? Why.”
“No, it’s nothing. What is it. Where is the adventurer’s guild that discovered the ruins that I mentioned earlier?”
Dorca, who was carrying a large loaf of bread, blinked at my words.
“Audum line?”
Fuck 1 baby. I should have slept better.
***
At around lunchtime.
After I emptied the bowl of soup clean and went to the bathroom, I reluctantly went to work at the Audumla Guild.
“Patience.”
As expected, there was a large poster posted on the guild bulletin board.
[### Looking for an adventurer who can interpret these words###]
It’s like an idiot, our dicks are shameful no matter where you present them in the world.
Others are looking for dungeons and accumulating results, but this is My Way, a piece of shit, and found ruins that aren’t shit and sat down. How about giving me a chance to choose? It’s like a fucking guild.
Other adventurers next to me also complained about this and that.
“No shit. What letters look like this? Even if I use it as a dick, it will be better than this.”
“Could this be what the pagans worship… What are you doing? Isn’t that what it is anyway?”
“Wouldn’t it be okay to just write it down in moderation and use up all of the reward money? I went across the Silver promotion anyway.”
The level of the conversation I heard next to me made me want to commit suicide.
This is why adults tell you to study hard and get a good job. To the point of worrying about social recognition before income or welfare.
I consciously blocked my hearing and turned my eyes to the string hanging from the daejabo.
‘Hieroglyphs.’
It was a letter that imitated the shape of the target as a letter. Like the letters on Egyptian murals, it is a character type close to a picture.
Means… Birds, prey, rituals, fun?
‘What the fuck is this.’
I frowned.
The hieroglyphs were very difficult to interpret even with my own abilities. This is because hieroglyphs are basically strong in abstract nuance.
I understand that the first two letters in the context are the letters that mean ‘bird’ and ‘feed’, respectively.
However, it is unknown whether this means that the bird was fed, or whether it is a metaphor for the caterpillar, which is the bird’s food.
Those who used to use hieroglyphs must have agreed on the meaning in advance because it was a frequently used expression, but as a third party who can’t go anywhere and ask for the meaning, it feels like fucking fucking shit.
This was the reason why hieroglyphs did not become the mainstream of language.
The only successful hieroglyphs I know are Chinese characters. And even those Chinese characters suffer the same limitations as hieroglyphs.
So, in Chinese, each Chinese character has a separate ‘pronunciation’ and ‘meaning’. At that point, it’s hard to even call it a hieroglyph. In the end, I couldn’t handle the pronunciation and meaning, so the number of Chinese characters multiplied to tens of thousands.
In many cases, they even just fill in foreign words that are difficult to translate into Chinese characters with a tuning fork. Where is the bastard who sees the Chinese character 咖啡 and reads it as coffee? It was a fucking culture shock.
Anyway, there was no meaning in interpreting the meaning with only the characters here.
It’s a text I’ve never seen since I’m from Carmine. It must have been written by primitive people with almost no records at all. It is next to impossible to interpret without a control or trace.
Anyway, why are you doing things this way? Are you planning to assassinate me by inducing cancer in my muscular body?
‘… Are there no archeology or linguistics majors in this guild?’
There can’t be I quickly gave up my expectations and went to the reception desk.
The receptionists looking at the reception today were two men, both new to each other.
“Excuse me. I want to receive the reward for the sewer reconnaissance quest I completed last time.”
Let’s accept what we get. 3 Cooper is 30,000 won. It was the money to order the half-half mumani chicken with good cost-effectiveness twice.
“Are you scouting the sewers? What’s your name?”
“This is Nord. Plate here.”
He took off the plate hanging around his neck and showed it. The receptionist checked my name written there with his gloved left hand.
“Mr. Nord… Oh, that’s right. It is treated as a problem with the request itself, so you can receive compensation.”
It was natural. Having sent three Attak and one Btak to the sewer teeming with those killer bugs, they are on the verge of having to rip off the consolation money.
“Here is the reward of 3 coppers.”
─Jing jing jing jing.
I took three coins and put them in my wallet. Meanwhile, I pretended to be indifferent and asked a question.
“By the way, the message hanging on the bulletin board over there. Isn’t that all of the characters excavated from the ruins?”
“Yes? Oh, that’s right. I heard that it was written by copying only part of the text of the ruins.”
I knew that.
No, what are you going to do if you take only part of the fucking text and ask for the meaning? Did you intend to find someone who could interpret something and go delco to the ruins?
While I was groaning inwardly, the male receptionist looked at me curiously.
“By the way, adventurer-sama, how did you know that it was part of the text?”
Uh, fucked up what excuse
I felt a cold sweat running down my back at the unexpected remark. If I do something wrong here, my specifications will be exposed.
And the moment I found out that I was a master of archeology, the guild master or the guild came flying over here waving their ass hair and told me, ‘Sir, are you not a member of our union? Would do
“Hmm. What is there to be surprised about? It’s simple.”
I used the uh~ um~ uh~ speech style unique to civil servants. In creating time to think of excuses, this speech is very effective. Why don’t we all try it out when we get a chance?
“If it was just a few lines of graffiti scribbled in the corner of the wall, would you deliberately copy it and find someone who knows the meaning like that? It must have been written in an openly suspicious place, or only part of a very long phrase was moved and brought.”
“Hey, you have great reasoning skills. You’re right. It is said that those letters were written all over the ruins with a very suspicious feeling.”
At my words, the male receptionist was amazed and admired.
It seems that I couldn’t help but admire the reasoning ability of an elite college student (dropout) in the 21st century after dealing only with hard-hitting adventurers rather than rolling a rusty millstone.
Well, smart people here are insanely smart, but it feels like the percentage of such people is seriously low compared to Earth.
That was a good trend for me. If the other adventurers treated me as a waste because I was a professional intelligence mercenary and couldn’t keep up with them, I would have wanted to die.
Anyway, the receptionist continued talking excitedly.
“From what I’ve heard, almost all the walls, from the entrance of the cave to the ruins inside, were filled with paintings like that.”
“Completely? No, is that true?”
I imagined it, and it got really scary.
I am not saying that the adventurer team who copy-pasted that picture went into that cave with enthusiasm and explored it.
Did the fucking liver just come out of the boat? To modern people, it must have felt like a waste ward with eyes and human faces painted on the walls with a red pen.
Fucking respect The adventurers who explored over there had smashed the national rules of horror movies head-on and came back alive.
Or maybe those bastards are already possessed by ghosts. Isn’t there going to be a zombie apocalypse in Sargadis soon?
“I am honored. If it were me, the entrance cut… So, I must have run away right away because I felt an ominous feeling at the entrance of the cave.”
“Below the silver tier, it’s wise to do that. In fact, the adventurers who discovered the ruins for the first time didn’t explore, only came back and looked at them. Oh, and of course, the bounty comes out just like that. One copper per person.”
“… One copper per person?”
“Yeah. One copper per person.”
Plague outbreak.
Look at that. It’s good that I didn’t get a job here.
In this industry, even if a heap of gold came out of the ruins, the finders didn’t get a drop of beans.
Doing such a thing, money-blind adventurers crawled in without reporting to the union that they would increase their stake, and then scrambled around, only making matters worse.
It’s like that for adventurers, but it’s a shame for the successors of the receptionist who belong to the same company as them. If I got a job at the union, it was clear that I would be treated as a free translator and even gossip behind my back.
‘How far are you going to entertain me, damn it?’
Even if you think about it, this is a dirty uncivilized and stupid way, but in fact, if you think about how stupid executives and bosses of small companies on Earth are, it’s the same here and there.
Human beings become stupid when the problem of profit is entangled.
Even if you are lucky enough to have capital and set up a company, the fundamentals of small business owners that they have not learned will not go anywhere.
Bastards who don’t even know the ‘Gyeong’ character in business administration chew up the opinions of the nobles who run the business and live as they please, so only the people below them die.
It might be better to prepare for a stop loss at the right time than this.
Can’t you earn 220 per month while working 5 times as much as others in a small and medium-sized company with the specs to enter a large company?
“Oh right. I have a good request related to the ruins. How about it?”
“A request?”
I was in the middle of chewing in the middle of the day, so even hearing the word request gave me a sense of rejection.
Since it is a ruin, if you go inside, you might be able to get something for your thesis, but despite this, this baseless feeling of reluctance springs up. It can be said that it is a special feature of the company’s employees.
“This is a direct order request from the guild. We are looking for someone to guard the ruins so that there are no thefts or damages in the ruins until someone comes to analyze the ruins the day after tomorrow.”
Is it on duty? I think it will be boring. It was when I, who was not very attracted to it, opened my mouth to decline.
“The reward is 10 copper, and we have decided to give great benefits to the ranks below the iron class.”
“I will. I was fucking waiting for that request.”
Again, humans are dumb when it comes to profit issues.
And I was also a human being who couldn’t help it.
