Chapter 169 – The Promotion Test (2)
After all, there are many types of crazy people.
And, of course, there is no one who is not tired of dealing with a bastard with the title of crazy.
Among them, the most fucked up bastards are those who force their thoughts on others.
“The raw one lives without a nose. Talking about bringing the nose of an orc, in other words, the emphasis is on life.”
It’s been a while since he left the adventurer’s guild, but the gay, semi-nude, foreigner bastard walked the streets and appealed to the party to be immortal.
What kind of adventurer would insist on a non-killing principle? I guessed since the name of the fuck was vegan, but the more I listened to this bastard, the more my head hurt.
So, I was holding my mouth in accordance with the theory that I shouldn’t feed the crazy, but the dwarf Arthas couldn’t do that and got sick of it.
“You immature friend! It makes sense that you don’t kill monsters because you’re a Bronze class!”
“Orcs are also life. Humans have built nests where orcs live. In other words, humans also make mistakes.”
“Yes, this bastard!! They are the ones who kill people, so are you going to let them go!! I have to pick all the buds!! I know that because I will kill everyone in sight!!”
“Impossible!! Oak!! Cut off your nose!!”
“No, this bastard’s child is all the way!!”
─That’s right! A short-legged and a foreigner who fight while colliding with gauntlets.
The short-legged dwarf seemed like a normal kid just by hearing him speak, but his fists were about to miss, like a patient suffering from anger management disorder, from how much alcohol had been poured into his stomach pocket.
“Keep!! Don’t hit me, the armor is thin, so it gets wrinkled!!”
“I was going to hit you in the stomach! You dodged well!”
“I stayed still! Dwarf! You miss!”
I don’t think they can take them, but can I get out of the party? If the number of party members is cut in half, I only need to kill 4 orcs.
‘No, hold on. The little Hitler in me.’
Racism was unacceptable. Those bastards are also warriors, so they’ll at least give their best against the orcs.
Ah shit plague. But come to think of it, there’s no one to do scouting at this party. Also, I had a hunch that I would have to come while holding a spear taller than I was doing animal talk.
“Uuuuu…”
Tirshi continued to sigh like a homeless man at Seoul Station who received cold water for cup noodles from a soup kitchen. When she pokes her cheek, it seems that tears will pour out like water running from a wet towel.
The same expression as when a girl who was aiming for a scholarship in the past was caught in a group of trolls during a group assignment! I comforted Tirshi before he lost his mentality.
“Tirshi. Let’s cheer up. If you find just the right number of Orcs, it’s a one-hit blow with Tirsi’s magic.”
“Yeah… It’s a party, so you have to cheer up.”
I don’t know if the consolation was helpful or not, but Tirshi cheered up and said,
“Everyone. It’s a bit far to the area where wild orcs haunt. I’m not going to rush, but please don’t be late.”
“Know. I ate grass and had strength like a horse. Cheeky loaf. I am confident in my stamina.”
“Could it be that there is a distance, are you going to walk to the test site? I have to arrive quickly so that I don’t get impatient if there is a problem during subjugation.”
Trollers respond to Tirshi’s words. Even if he ignored the human goat kid, who looked like a knife would be a reverse edged sword, Arthas had a point.
The test location set by the Audumla Guild was a distance that took over three days on foot.
If you’re unlucky, it’s a distance where the test ends after just going back and forth!
‘There is also a limit to bring it within 10 days, so I’m saying don’t walk there.’
Wouldn’t it be a test to see if he was trying to save money on a time-sensitive request?
The ability to plan was important to an adventurer.
Like delivery riders, greedy and piled up a lot of work, it’s a bum to be able to do it. From the silver class, if you accept a request, the trust of the guild branch will go down.
It was foolish to go on foot if you counted the time to find an orc and the time to rest your body. Tyrsi admitted that too.
“Sure. I’m thinking of renting a carriage.”
“Are you splitting the money? Ok I didn’t have much in hand because I prepared for sure to pass this time. I will pay you back later.”
It was a comment that alcoholics use like a habit.
It was less painful to think that if I borrowed money because I was deceived by such words, I would have lost it. Even the vegan said it proudly.
“I also have no coins because I feed the animals. I don’t know why cats have such picky tastes. I get rid of my annoyance by eating grass that is good for my body, but I won’t eat it often these days.”
It’s because I’ve been feeding fish to the bitches in this neighborhood.
No, cat mom + vegetarianism. This grassy-looking vegan pup was a terrible hybrid of dogs.
Isn’t that bastard pulling out a knife when I say I give the cats fish?
How are you feeding the grass to the cats in the first place?
Do you even carry catnip?
“If you don’t have money, I will pay for the carriage…”
It was then. That is what Tyrsi tried to take a stance to invest his money for the promotion after careful consideration.
“Wait. Please listen to my opinion.”
I stopped talking about Tyrsi.
It is a tragedy that happens often when a thirsty guy digs a well, or when the team leader makes a hard carry to the trollers.
‘But I can’t stand to see someone I know do that.’
For the sake of Tirshi’s wallet, I said this.
“Do you know Hamal? It’s a really good transport.”
***
Taking the dubious party members with me, I went to Hamal Ranch.
This is the place I went to when I went to kill the Hobgoblin the other day.
“Oops. Aren’t you the adventurer who came last time?”
The farmer greeted us with a thick voice. Not much has changed here.
“Yes. I came here to borrow Hamal again.”
“Great, yes. Hamal. I told you that you rode Hamor for a ride, and then you were beaten for not lying.”
“Hehe. That must have been a disaster.”
“Don’t say anything, Mash. Sign the IOU here. However, because it was the harvest season, there were not many hamals left. Are you okay?”
“Yes. Since they are big, two people will ride on each horse.”
I had signed it like that, but the other party members were still full of suspicion.
“Speaking of Hamal, isn’t it the representative of lazy animals? Considering the deposit, wouldn’t a wagon be better?”
“You’re not going to ride them to catch orcs, are you? You can leave it at an inn in a nearby village.”
Renting a horse would have been much faster than riding in a carriage.
In a different world where information communication and transportation sucked, wagons were rarely deployed except between large cities. Who would do it if I told you to run a bus with no passengers at the risk of being run over by monsters?
To get to the village of Agros, where the orc subjugation test was staged, you had to get off in a big city and walk for a day, but riding this guy was enough for a day.
Hee hee!! (Then that person!!)”
Hee hee!! (Then that person!!)”
When I went to the stable, the four Hamals recognized me.
Of course, I didn’t have the keen eye to recognize the same-colored horseheads, but I was able to catch my eye because there was a guy coming close to me.
“You bastard! It’s the Ttareunge that gave us a ride the other day!”
“Line!!! (Hit!!!)”
The Hamar I rode to Perfort Village to catch the Hobgoblin! This helpless frivolity was unmistakable.
I stroked the child’s neck and giggled.
“Hurhiching! (A long time!)”
“Line! Hurhiching! (That’s right! Long time no see!)”
Ttareungi would die of joy when I scratched his hairy neck. It is no wonder that livestock are happy with such trivial skinship.
‘Are these the descendants of the gods? Really?’
Is that why?
I remembered what Bicorn Vernica had said about the curse in my dream the other day.
─Granie!! It’s Grani!! My dear, did you break Grani’s curse?!
—They were cursed to not be able to carry people on their backs because their horse form was their original form!!
It’s a curse that can’t carry people on its back.
The front and back of the words are correct, but I’m very suspicious. This symbol of laziness and meekness are descendants of horses with the blood of a god.
Veronica, who said she was coming to see me, hadn’t heard about it for almost a month.
Can I ask him when I see him again?
‘When I think of the last time we broke up, I feel like I’ll just get my pants crotch pulled without a chance to ask.’
I could still see Veronica’s begging, willing to do anything for her family’s long-cherished wish.
It must have been very impressive to see a guy who behaved in a dignified way forgetting to set the mood and acting out.
Of course, I also thought about it every time I thought of it. How to cure the curse of the bicorn.
Thanks to this, I was able to come to borrow Hamal without forgetting about it, but there is still no way to guess.
Anyway, after arguing with Ttareungi, I got on top of him in front of the dwarf and the stranger who looked at me like a madman when I was chatting with Hamal.
“Hii -ying huhhhhh (It doesn’t tickle!!!!!!)”
“Kkeuheoeouk!!”
“Kyaaah?!”
As if the itching didn’t go away this time, Ttareungi let out a roar of joy. The party members are frightened by the roar that boiled the firebox of the train. I calmed Ttareungyi down and said,
“As you can see, if you use Kitai’s top secret, Primitive Ancient Magic, you can ride Hamar. You guys know how fast the wild hamal is, right?”
I don’t know the speed of the wild hamal, but the horse did it.
─Nod!
Fortunately, everyone knew about the wild Hamal, and the reaction was dramatic.
“I am the future!!”
Showing off the awesome Britannia wording, the vegan guy raised his hand. Maybe he wanted to say that I’m next.
“Make me the future!!”
“Take the Hamar next to you. I will cheer him up.”
“I am a hand root!!”
I’ll agree, you sick bastard.
I don’t know why I’m using such clumsy, high-level vocabulary when I say I know. You start remembering the most trivial expressions in a foreign language, but you don’t have the intelligence to remember them properly.
Like Ryu Seung-ryong Kimochi or Jeonbuk Iksan.
That’s how I cheered up Hamal, who was riding a vegan. Just like the last time, I just asked and scratched the itchy spot, so it was an instant.
“Hmm. Sorry hey I can’t speak.”
“Actually, me too.”
“No, you too? Why did a person who can’t ride speak say he would borrow a horse?”
“Tirshi and Mr. Vegan know how to ride.”
Think back to the last time you rode with Fran.
To these bastards, about 1 or 2 people was just an error. They are the lazy bastards in the world, but the reason they feed them is because they work better than other cows or horses even when they are lazy.
And well, as long as I was nervous, I would have been able to display superhuman abilities and endure on a horse.
Skills are leftover skills acquired by those who lack strength. Trolls don’t deserve to learn bongjutsu.
The bastards who pick up trees and hit them learn rannachal so what are they going to use?
“Cherhem. So, the party leader?”
It was then. Dwarf Arthas awkwardly asked Tyrsi.
“That friend and I, who are you going to ride with?”
“… Okay.”
Tirsi covered her mouth in a dignified way and thought, then came to my side without hesitation.
Out of conscience, I thought about it for about 3 seconds, it was a gesture.
“Sir. Although height isn’t everything for men.”
“Sorry. Apparently, I’m a wizard, so I want to team up with someone who has matched the sum just in case…”
“Haha. It’s okay. I didn’t expect much.”
Arthas acted as if he knew it, like the head of Nogada scratching his lottery ticket during lunch.
─Taktak! Vegan laughed brightly as he patted the back seat.
“Hey! Get on!”
“Anyway, this bastard doesn’t even know how to respect elders!!”
The dwarf crosses howled and rode on Vegan’s Hamal.
Is there still time for bronze? Arthas didn’t whine as he climbed into the saddle. I climbed on Hamal and held out my hand to Tirsh.
“Tirshi.”
“Thanks. Excuse me.”
─Blow up. Tirsi took my hand and climbed into the saddle.
I grabbed the reins and held on so I wouldn’t fall. Even if it was Fran or Dana, her wife, he couldn’t hold Tirsi’s waist.
─Fallang. Tirshi took out a map and checked the route.
“Everyone, let’s go now. Until the sun goes down, I just have to run where the road is.”
“Grassland! Riding! Hamal running towards the sunset! Rome!!”
“Why are you talking about Romania there?”
I don’t know. Maybe he wanted to say romance or romantic.
I didn’t explain because I had no intention of becoming a dedicated interpreter for a vegan who didn’t even know his nationality. Tirsi grabbed the front of the reins I was holding and slammed down.
─Slap!
Hee hee!! (I’m excited!!)”
─Everything, so, so, so, so, so!!
Is it because of the experience of riding me and running last time? Ttareungyi knew how to adjust the speed appropriately even when he liked it.
In other words, we only knew how to control our Ttareungyi.
Hee hee!!Hee heego!! (This wind is me!! My destiny is mine!!)”
“Run!! Lacto-pesco!! Beyond the wind——!!”
“Ahhhhh !!!”
Hamal, who rode and ran for the first time, gave in to his instincts.
Vegetarians and alcoholics are disappearing at breakneck speed.
─All together. Tirshi murmured as he slowly chased after the frenzied run.
“Why am I so undressed?”
“… Be strong.”
Pain is what makes a wizard.
