Chapter 189 – The Land Where Magic Was Born (1)
I returned to town with Veronica.
When the morning dawned, I went back to the inn, thanking the people who came out of the house. Tyrsi must have gone to pick up the party members who woke up from the hospital bed.
【Did you bring this child?】
Veronica, who is gradually getting used to the short language, said. She kept talking as she came and went, and it seemed to be all right.
What Veronica was petting was the Hamal riding pet Ttareungyi. We stopped at the stable to check our transportation back home. It smells like fucking straw.
【You were very skinny. Poor thing.]
“Herleureung (Heeueung)!”
When Veronica tickles her chin, Ttareun likes it.
It looks like it’s 5-6 times bigger than me, but I was skinny? When this bastard kicks, the ogre also looks like a xylophone keyboard with a screw in the backbone.
‘Ah, come to think of it, they said they were descendants of that Shinma too.’
I remembered the quadrupedal bio-tank I had seen in my dream.
The god horse Sleipnir and his descendant Grani? In terms of pedigree, Ttareungi would be on par with Veronica, but Koraji, who enjoyed being touched, was as gentle as a horse.
“You don’t see any rejection when I touch you?”
【Because it’s like a distant neighbor. Am I not even human?]
“Ah, it was. I’m starting to get confused because I’m in human form.”
【… Eh, will it transform into a horse?]
“Don’t notice every day. I can’t say anything.”
【Ah, I see.】
I’ll fuck you
As I sighed, Veronica licked her lips. Damn I don’t even know anymore
Time will fix it. Originally, the awkward human relationship was better if you had a conversation.
I stroked Ttareungyi. When Ttareungi scratched the hair on her neck, she hid and cried. Veronica, who had lost her hand, smiled bitterly at her.
【You seem to know that you have lifted the curse.】
“Why don’t you ask me instead of telling me?”
【Sounds stupid… It wasn’t Big hum. It seems you’ve been mistaken for a moment. I am not as fluent in the language of all kinds of animals as you are.]
Veronica said, paying attention to his tone.
Is it. Even if it is the same language to me, it seems that Grani’s hihihing and Bicorn’s huhihing are two different languages. You will only hear cries of threats or warnings.
Anyway, while I was petting him, Veronica examined Ttareungi. Veronica, who investigates seizures and hives more like a veterinarian than I do.
【As expected. Grani’s curse was only half done. Although he is able to burn humans, he is unable to exert even half of his original strength.]
“What is your original power?”
[In the records of the era of ancient civilizations that humans say, it is said that Grani resembles the Godma the most only in terms of body. But doesn’t the guy who should have done that look so sluggish? It also has four hooves.]
After saying that, Veronica lifted Ttareungi’s feet. It was a leg with a rich mane that would make the Thalmors weep, but the hooves hidden there were those of a fucking ordinary horse’s shoes.
【Grani has to have 2 hooves on each of her 4 feet. With a total of 8 hooves, the number of hooves is the same as that of the Goddess. It is proof that the body resembles the most.]
After letting go of Ttareungi’s leg, Veronica rubbed his neck as if his shoulder was stiff.
【Perhaps your power only dissolves the curse of not being able to contact humans. Even if you are the guide of the prophecy, how can you get hold of the divination law…】
“You can find out step by step. Let’s not fret.”
Having patted Veronica like that, I left town with the other party members that Tyrsi had brought.
“I heard that the ogre is dead. Unkillable failure. It is very sad.”
“Silver class will be sweet, so be satisfied with that.”
After treating burns and fractures, they rode Hamar tied with flour sacks. People passing by were surprised by Hamal’s nimble movements, but there was no reason to deal with them.
I tied the bag full of rune stones to Ttareungyi’s saddle and rode behind Tirsi.
Her slow-footed Veronica was hugged by me in a foal form transformed to 50% the size of her normal mode. Veronica’s cat was also held by me.
Of course, I couldn’t sit in front of Tirsi because I had back teeth, so Veronica, who got stuck between me and Tirsi, stirred her legs with the curse’s recoil.
【Ugh… It’s Tyrsia. I’m sorry, but please sit forward a little longer…】
【Choi, sit as far forward as possible. Please don’t complain.]
To Judge Veronica’s restless virginity judgment, Tyrsi answered with a trembling voice.
I couldn’t see her face from me, sitting behind her, but her earlobes were as red as carrots. Veronica’s curse tells her that she is Ada every 5 seconds, so it seems difficult to keep her composure.
Anyway, so we left the village.
“Hey!!”
“Tsubeol!!”
Vegan and his driving partner Arthas took the lead, achieving zero to one hundred five seconds on a subject with a less fractured bone. Tirshi briefly pulled the reins of the Ttareungi.
With breaks in between, we ran roughly 8 hours.
I couldn’t run after the sun went down, so when night fell, I decided to light a bonfire and rest. Like adventurers who believe that human life is eco-friendly, they dug up the grass in the meadow and set fire to the free firewood they received from the village.
The injured trollers roared as soon as their backs to the ground, and me and Tyrsi took charge of the vigil. Veronica, too, was dozing off in the aftermath of her maiden motion sickness—the tone of which was fucking amazing.
“Come to think of it, going out with Tirsi often gets turbulent.”
I said that while drinking hot water with 〈 Burning Hand 〉.
“I never thought of an ogre with intelligence. I was thinking of a way to find the orcs when I camped around here a few days ago.”
“I was surprised. You said it was a video of a rune stone, right? Nord. Are you going to write that for your thesis?”
Perhaps because it was a scholar-like job, Tirsi’s eyes lit up when I told her that I had found a dissertation.
I had given a rough explanation so that Tyrsi would not report the ogres to the guild, but even though I didn’t show proof, Tyrsi quickly believed it.
—There’s no reason for the Nord to lie about something like this, right?
By saying so.
“I do not know. I’m thinking of writing a paper on this topic, but I’d like to check if there are overlapping papers before writing. If the thesis has already been written by someone other than me, it is just a waste of time.”
I said that as I pulled out the ticket to Nunna, a prostitute.
On Earth, it is easy to find whether similar papers have been submitted even with a laptop or smartphone. Almost all thesis download sites even have the citation index of the same academic scholars.
‘However, things are different in another world where information communication sucks.’
I couldn’t find papers like I did in my hometown of 21st century Earth. Researchers in universities or large cities had to investigate whether there were overlapping studies at each angle.
What if other professors flipped the thesis I wrote so damn hard, saying, “I saw it”?
I would tremble with anger. I didn’t know if there was someone like me who had met the triggering conditions for Rune Stones. Investigations were to be made.
‘Still, given that I’ve never heard of it, it’s unlikely that it was researched.’
Listening to my words, Tirshi moved his butt slightly from the bonfire. I was cold, so I drank hot water, but Tirshi seems to be hot. Maybe one of our ancestors came from the Frozen Kingdom.
“Are you going to college to do research? To the central region?”
“Nope. I’ll go there when Dana finishes the recovery. I want to stop by that local university.”
I lowered my voice, remembering the old saying that rats listen to words at night.
The map of the ruins found in the underground tower!
Once Dana had recovered and located some of them, my family would be traveling overseas for a while. I have to investigate whether it’s a trap or not, so I’ll stop by the university on the spot.
This is something Vegan and Arthas shouldn’t hear, so my explanation was very dry, but Tyrsi, like a smart career woman, understood what I was saying.
Tirshi, upset by my words, twists his hair.
“You are going abroad. I envy you. I have work, so I can’t keep up.”
“Quack. The adventurer level will rise soon, but you should also upgrade in the wizard guild. A 6-star wizard isn’t far away now, is it?”
“It is not far. One or two years is not enough. My goal was to reach a 6-star rating before I turned 30, but it seems hopeless, which is a big deal.”
“I also want to get a master’s ticket before I turn 30. No matter how you think about it, it will be difficult.”
“Whoops. Nord is also suffering a lot.”
“But these days, it feels like it’s worth the trouble. It’s all thanks to my wives.”
─Finch! Veronica shuddered as my darling made a semi-automatic pathetic remark. She didn’t know why she was shaking, but she didn’t seem to be sleeping.
‘By the way, it’s 6 stars before the age of 30.’
To me, it sounded like a reckless challenge to the point of being a 6th grade civil servant in my 20s, but isn’t this a different world where an individual’s ability can serve 100 people?
‘It’s not impossible if you have the ability.’
To have the youth and ability of a 20-year-old 6-star wizard!
That was the process for Tyrsi to achieve her goal.
‘… She said she was planning to marry a Romanian nobleman.’
When Tyrsi, a fallen nobleman, wants to become a nobleman in Romania, he has no choice but to become her wife.
That was right. Even on Earth, there were last-minute countries that bought and sold government posts, but there were few countries that allowed the fallen power class to regain power after losing in the power competition.
‘The fact that a fallen nobleman can enter as a nobleman’s wife is quite loose legally.’
It’s not that he was removed from office for a felony like a coup, but it could be something like that.
Anyway, Tyrsi said he was thinking of reclaiming his nobility for some personal reason.
So he must be aiming to build up his specs and marry his aristocrat. It was also because of this that he threw a joke that didn’t sound like a joke to me the other day about whether he was interested in the Romanian aristocracy.
But I was feeling a little uncomfortable about that fact.
‘Tirshi is a calculating person, just like he said to me.’
From the first meeting, Tirsi, who approached him with the feeling of volunteering to raise the evaluation he received from the guild, formed a party with the Agtags.
Aside from that, she tended to be keen on events related to her own specs.
It’s only natural that I was angry with the hair loss professor who forgot his name, but other than that, didn’t he cooperate with the operation to retrieve my thesis in order to quickly retrieve the thesis that can be rewritten?
‘And this time he even bowed his head to me to hasten his promotion.’
Of course, I didn’t think Tyrsi’s calculating side was bad. It is natural for him to look out for his own interests. If he doesn’t want to be teased for being a boneless man, shouldn’t he take care of his rice bowl!
But the strange thing was that Tirshi was a person who was almost like a goalless person.
She said, ‘I know she’s a good person just by looking at her.’
In the bag hanging from the saddle of Ttareungi, there are keepsakes of the examiner dispatched from the guild.
The keepsakes that Tyrsi kept wrapped in her own clothes were her words.
Would Tircy, who has such a flawed personality, use her love and her marriage as collateral to restore her to the nobility, at least because of her lust for power?
I don’t think so.
Perhaps, for Tyrsi, going back to her nobility is an intermediate step in her goal. As if I had no intention of ending her efforts with a doctorate.
─Slurp.
Thinking so, I drank the water cooled by the night air.
Is it because I spend a lot of time thinking alone? Tyrsi seemed to think her small talk was over.
Tirsi is concentrating on her vigil over a bonfire.
She was one of my connections in Sargadis.
I am a forager who has adapted to the ruthlessness of another world. But the Confucian dragon in me is not yet dead. Since he was a close friend, he hoped that Tirsi’s dream would come true.
But for some reason, I feel like my friendships are only with women in this world.
‘If I were to say the boy I dated in Sargadis, it would be Dorca.’
Because Cromwell and his friends had a business relationship.
The other day, when Frank had a housewarming party, he said he had bought drinks from Dorcane Inn, but sooner or later I’ll go have a drink too.
─Tadadak!
Then sparks from the bonfire splattered on Tirshi’s robes. The robe wasn’t pierced to the extent of sparks, like an adventurer’s equipment, but soot was formed from the ashes.
“This. 〈 Clean〉.”
Noticing the soot, Tirshi dusted off her robes and cast her spell.
The wind of purification has completely removed the soot.
‘Ah, come to think of it, Dana and I talked about learning 〈 Purification 〉 magic the other day.’
This was because the basement warehouse was not well ventilated, making it difficult to clean. I forgot.
“Tirshi. Can I learn the 〈 Purification 〉 spell?”
“This? 〈 Lightning Missile It’s a fairly simple spell compared to 〉, so a Nord should be able to do it. Shall I tell you?”
“Please. Dana told me to learn.”
“Four?”
When I said that, Tyrsi blushed.
What? Did I say something wrong? I twist her head in a corner. In response to my reaction, Tirshi threw up his hands.
“Oh no! I know. I’ll tell you from now on. Do you have a pen and notebook?”
“Yeah.”
That’s how I copied and practiced the structure of the spell and how to use mana that Tirsi called.
The non-invasion was 2 shifts of 4 hours each, so the time was ample. Veronica got up quickly while I was practicing and took on the role of vigilante guard.
I trained by memorizing over 10 spells that were seriously cheesy compared to their effectiveness.
“Leave. The traces of negativity that pollute the body. This is the wind of detoxification, the southern wind. 〈 Clean〉.”
Whoaaaaa!!
Wow, fuck. It’s finally done.
After reciting the incantation until I was thirsty, I was finally able to achieve my first success. I can’t get a good feel for it, so it looks like a porok shot, but how long will it take to mature?
After all, magic with spells is not easy.
“Thank you. I’ll practice the rest at home.”
“Yes, four. But that… Nord.”
As I bowed my head in gratitude, Tirshi cleared his throat and raised his fingers like a doctor.
“Please be careful when using this magic inside your wife’s body. The wind used to sterilize foreign substances is temporary, but it can injure the body.”
“Yes?”
“So that means, when you clean up the traces after having sex, wait for it to be slowly disinfected.”
Tyrsi pretends not to be ashamed and explains.
I wondered why Tyrsi blushed at my request, but he must have been mistaken because he said that Dana asked him to learn. I muttered involuntarily.
“… I was thinking of using it to clean the basement warehouse.”
Having said that, I felt a moment of regret.
The usage Tirsi said was extremely useful, and he would use it often for Frank and Dana as well, unless he knew he could use it that way. Semen disposal after sex was a challenge in our family.
So, wouldn’t it be necessary to tell Tyrsi the original purpose?
Look at that Fucking, our party alchemist’s face is going to explode.
“No, doesn’t that mean I, that, I, I learned to write for such a place?”
With teary eyes, Tirthy mimicked something like a pantomime.
“Foreign substances cannot enter a sealed potion, so I learned it because it was necessary for guild work. I just want to warn you, because misuse of 〈 purifying 〉 magic happens between lovers… I didn’t think of anything strange…”
“I believe. Calm down.”
Thus, I had to soothe Tyrsi, who behaved like a middle school girl who was sexually harassed for the first time in her life, until her shift.
Anyway, she fell asleep after that and woke up and returned to Sargadis.
I’ll just say there hasn’t been any conversation between us in the meantime.
Except for the bicorn colt’s maiden-allergic wheezing.
