Chapter 24 – Future Dreams (4)
I need to go to the wizard guild.
After returning to the inn and pondering for a long time, I came to that conclusion.
In fact, I was planning to use the whole today for thesis production. I was thinking of writing a thesis on the correlation between the hieroglyphs found in the ruins and the characters of the five senses, at least a rough outline.
The Audumla Guild said they would call people to interpret the text of the ruins. It is certain that, sooner or later, a professor at a certain university and people under the direction of that professor will come and go.
The person who came out of the university will check the text of the ruins, and take the interpretation or research results back to the lab.
Their lab room is likely to be active as a team—lab room owner and slaves. So, if you were doing chilelepalelere at the inn just because no one had come yet, you would end up publishing a paper in the academic world.
Nara had no choice but to make useful use of the time loss that occurred when individuals traveled back and forth in order to publish their thesis faster than those who formed a team.
‘But my jiuji is more important than the fucking stuff.’
The thesis can be rewritten at any time later.
The next best thing is to go back to the academic world for a while to check out their papers and design them from a different point of view.
Also, if you are a university departmental team, there will usually be a few projects in progress. There was also a high possibility that research related to the ruins would be pushed to the next quarter.
No, it almost certainly will.
Fuck I know because I’ve been through it. Things didn’t quite end. I endured for three years while listening to the voice saying, “Let’s do our best today because Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday will end soon.”
The cubs who are coming this time are likely to be graduate students—the official name is research students. Isn’t it possible that those bastards secretly chew the phrase of the ruins because they don’t want to work?
‘When working, you must not mistake your priorities.’
That was the biggest lesson I learned as a research student at Carmine University. Working without rules and order is perfect for frequent overtime or unresolved consequences.
My priorities in life are life〉 purpose〉 and so on.
Among these, thesis presentation belongs to the purpose—the process of finding a way to return to Earth—and Juji belongs to life. Belong dearly
If I were asked to choose my future between a scholar from another world and a eunuch from Earth, I would have to choose the former without thinking.
Guggit-.
While I was writing, I crumpled up the text with a typo and threw it in the trash.
Organizing your goals in writing is a great help to your mindset. So, I thought of organizing my priorities that will guide my actions for the time being.
Swoop.
Square square.
What I had to do in the future was:
1. Resolve the status ailment on my Juji.
2. Discover the principle and origin of the Return of the Beast.
———— So fucking awesome————
3. Write a thesis based on the newly discovered ruins.
4. Raise your adventurer level to the Bronze class.
‘Is it roughly like this?’
In the mood, on top of 1, ‘0. I wanted to write ‘Jojigi in search of Yerna’, but I held back.
— Said Kurapika, a British professor.
What she feared the most was not death, but fear that this anger would fade away.
I also agreed with his words. The frequent release of anger and hatred dampened the explosive power at the critical moment.
It’s like having a gold daughter to increase your ejaculate, and you have to stop smoking or drinking to save money. I shouldn’t have wasted my hatred chewing that dick every time in an insignificant place.
Emotions are a resource that wears out.
The moment I faced Yerna, there shouldn’t be only half-hearted anger left in me.
At that time, like releasing a hunting dog into the garden after spending a month only at home, I freed all my libido like a madman!! I had to.
“Because it’s cider.”
Nod
Having set a goal, I put on the clothes I put on the bed. It was a black robe and mask that I had obtained separately.
Flutter-!
Swoop.
This piece of clothing was purchased at a clothing store on the way home. It was because a position with a certain style could be respected against those who prided themselves on their academic abilities like the wizard guild.
For example—a Master of Archeology from the University of Carmine.
Hehe.”
On my hand, the Carmine University Graduation Plaque & Master’s Certificate in Archeology, which I had never worn before, shone. Both were simple identification cards that looked like fancy brooches.
‘I don’t want my identity to be found out.’
This badge is a rare, enchanted item even in another world.
Its use and effect were similar to credit cards or identification cards in modern civilization. In quite a few public institutions or large groups, the authenticity of one’s status could be determined with this badge alone.
It was a perfect way to hide the fact that Audumla Guild’s Adak adventurer Nord was an archaeologist with a master’s degree. Even if you accidentally lose it, it’s safe to disable it remotely.
The wizard guild wouldn’t tell me to take off my mask. Archaeologists are a job that deals with artifacts, and there were always a lot of people who were aiming for expensive artifacts.
Archaeologists who have to hide their identities are common. Even through the brooch, it is not possible to know the identity of the individual.
So I was sure the people in the Wizards Guild wouldn’t ask me to take off my mask. In fact, the identification function was given to the brooch because it was to protect the identity of the archaeologist.
Swoop.
My reflection in the mirror was a bit bat-like because some of my robes were black.
Still, the mask on his face is in the shape of a bear. It was like showing my respect for Vectorman Bear, my idol and great hero.
It would have been nice if this mask had a voice modulation effect attached, but it didn’t matter if it didn’t exist.
“Vector – Laying the Voice.”
I consciously gave off a sexy, husky voice. It was a lower voice than usual.
This completes my disguise. No one would think I was an adventurer nord anymore!
“Khehehe. Perfect for this one. Heh heh… Flaw?”
While I was clattering like that, I suddenly realized a big problem.
Hehe. This shit. When I bought clothes, I bought them with my face uncovered.”
Doing such a fucking stupid thing. No matter how sluggish I was, this was such an idiotic failure.
Only then would the wizard guild reach my bare face with a little research on this robe. All I had to do was go to a clothing store and ask if anyone had ever bought a robe like this.
I’m the only dark-haired, dark-eyed adventurer in Sargadis!
“Patience.”
I didn’t realize this obvious thing because I was paying attention to the growing pepper.
I should have been able to concentrate on my thoughts because the cock hitting my thigh was annoying to death. I didn’t notice when I went to her smithy, so it was fine.
─Poof!
─Toouk.
I took off my robe and mask and threw them on the bed. I had to give up the idea of wearing that outfit and going to the wizard guild.
Should I buy a new costume? Still, things I bought at a clothing store seemed easy to track down, so I couldn’t wear them. In the first place, it was not a matter of revealing one’s face at the store.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t make a fucking homemade suit and wear it.
That was something that only a good dexterous person could do. This time, he had to tinker with the mask, so it was no problem with his normal skills.
I have never made or mended clothes in my life. High school tech/home time is the last one.
It was maddening to hope that such skill could make a decent suit. In order for the clothes I made for the first time in my life to be completed in a perfect shape, I must have been born with the dexterity of an all-around cheat key from the moment I was born.
“—Ah.”
Yes. For example.
Just like the Dwarves, a race of blacksmiths.
***
The human body degenerates the more it is not used.
This isn’t just about muscles. The brain, which is divided into left and right sides, also deteriorates if it is not used normally. Just like people who get stuck in arithmetic operations after getting older.
So damn I forgot the name of the inn Francesca was staying at.
It’s all because I’ve become an adventurer and have less to do with my brain. Absolutely not because I’m stupid.
Anyway, even though it was the name I heard just yesterday, all I could remember was that it was the children of Whatsigi. It’s not fucking Seo Taiji and the boys, the name of the inn is something like that.
I had no choice but to go and ask Dorca.
“What inn? Are you moving the inn? Are you sad about this?”
“Old. Accommodation for 3 nights. I came and picked it up.”
“Probably ‘Children of Mutarat’.”
I arrived at the inn where Francesca is staying thanks to Dorca, who is undergoing a double personality level change in front of capitalism.
I put the black robe and mask I bought earlier in the bag on my back. In order not to leave an eyewitness testimony that there was a baby carrying a suspicious bag, I packed miscellaneous equipment to make it look like it would be commissioned right away.
– With daughters and daughters.
“Welcome~. Are you a guest staying overnight?”
The innkeeper was a well-rounded old woman. I didn’t think much of it when she greeted her.
“Nope. I came to see someone I knew for a while. Do you know that Miss Francesca is staying at this inn?”
“Franks? Who do you want?”
An old lady who has eyes for suspicious people. Racism is a person who has no body at all.
Is the name Fran a nickname for Francesca? Her name, which seemed to roll around when she rolled it, suited her very well.
She was called by her nickname anyway, and Francesca seemed to be on good terms with her innkeeper. Although she may not be as good as me and her dorka.
“The adventurer I worked with. She has business with him.”
“Occasion? What business did you come to the dorm for?”
“He asked me to have a drink next time, so I came. There are some things I would like to ask personally.”
The real purpose was to customize Rob Rang’s mask, but he didn’t do anything stupid to say that. But why is this lady’s expression rotting away? Did you get stuck because you drink in my inn?
“You said you wanted a drink? The kid?”
“Yes. By the way Are there any problems I don’t know about?”
Maybe Francesca is still underage? Even if she is short, if you look at her face, she looks normal. She looks like a woman in her 20s.
“It’s not like that. He’s a kid who stretches out after a drink or two.”
“Yes?”
Is it real? Somehow the dwarf genes were sold, so the half-dwarf was accused of drinking a few drinks.
After all, Francesca was half-elf, not half-human.
Francesca, a new race of half dwarf and half elf.
It was a genetic combination that blew the eugenics of the other world I knew from the front. She’s been taught that even humans of the same species, other than humans, can’t make children.
I start to worry about Francesca’s safety. On the day this fact is revealed, biologists who want to be her fucking otherworldly post-Darwins will grab her and try to dissect her.
“Hmm. So? Is she that child?”
It was when I was examining from a biological point of view whether dwarves had a lot of alcohol decomposition enzymes in their livers, or whether they didn’t absorb alcohol and instead excreted it through direct bread. The innkeeper looked me up and down.
“Hey you.”
“Yes.”
“Fran is only 22 now. She is an adult of her age, but she is too old to live alone in a strange land.”
“Yes? Yes.”
I don’t know what the auntie meant by telling me this, but I pretended to know roughly everything. Because I’m already used to the context-free storytelling of aunts and uncles.
“With no place to lean on, it must always be lonely and difficult, but I am living so diligently. Got it?”
It was an atmosphere that taught me something. But damn what you say now seems to apply to me as well.
“I didn’t know the details, but… I know that Francesca is a good person.”
“Yeah, she just needed to know.”
The inn lady with her arms crossed nodded as if satisfied with my answer, then pointed to the inside of the inn.
“Come in. Franc went out saying she wouldn’t come back until evening, so if she has nowhere else to go, she’ll wait inside.”
“Are you out for work?”
“Today was the day to pay the inn fee.”
The sorrow of living in rented houses is the same everywhere. Yesterday, I was about to finish her tough request, but I was heartbroken at her hard life as she went out to work to make a living.
Even though dwarves are strong, adventurers are tough. When I was in the iron class, I had a tendency to live a life of earning a day, so it was more like that. It was my wish as a colleague who crossed the dead line with me that I wanted him to work just enough to not hurt his body.
I looked out at the clock tower outside the inn. It was 5pm. He said he would be back in the evening, so it didn’t seem like it would take that long.
“What are you waiting for?”
“Good idea. Or would you like to have a drink first?”
“I don’t know when he’ll come, but it’s a bit like being drunk alone.”
“Oh. You have manners. It’s rare to see a man with manners from a young age.”
“There is also wit. Because he is an all-around entertainer.”
He gave an appropriate answer and took a seat in the corner. I don’t want it to get in the way of business. If the monetary system hadn’t been a structure where micropayments were not possible, I would have ordered something to drink.
Merchants and villagers usually used cheaper, gram-for-gram items like wheat flour as currency. In other words, it is like barter.
It’s me, but I can’t do it because I don’t have the ability to buy the fucking flour in sacks and manage it.
As a result, the speed at which money leaks out is staggering. Now I was in a situation where I was living off the money I had saved up, let alone saving the commission fee. It’s because I don’t work diligently and spend every day eating out + lodging.
‘Above Bronze… I’ll have to find a house by the time I finish my silver class at the latest.’
It is reckless to look for a house right now.
Iron-Bronze class adventurers are easy opponents.
It would be a big deal if I, an idiot, showed off a lot of money while buying a house. Some guys didn’t stop at robbing empty houses, they might even try to steal my wallet by targeting me.
An adventurer who has a lot of money and lacks skills.
For the poor in another world, it would be a word that makes them want to slap their wallets with their eyes closed.
Whether they are later caught and arrested or not, wouldn’t it be the same whether they die this way or that way for those who live a life without a back?
As I was killing time by looking out the window like that, it was past 6 o’clock.
It was then that the person I had been waiting for appeared.
─Tumble.
Francesca appeared at the wide open inn door. She was me, but she noticed her appearance at a glance. It would be difficult for her to not recognize her short stature, which might be 160 cm, and her gray robes.
“Miss Francesca.”
“Uh? Mr. Nord?”
When I spoke to her, Francesca took off her hood in surprise. I left my bag by the table and walked towards it.
“Uh? Oh wait! Don’t come here!”
“Yes?”
Francesca refusing my advances, holding out her hand. So I stopped walking and stopped in an awkward position.
I couldn’t figure out why it was so disgusting. Could it be that her talk about having a drink with her was dirty because she was with her and she meant never to meet again?
“I-I went to the sewer today!”
“… Det?”
Francesca exclaimed and she hurriedly backed away. The wind from behind the door brushed through my gray robes and hit the bridge of my nose. It was the smell of sewage that I had been sick of smelling for a while.
Today she was the color from the sewer.
Memories from the sewer flooded my head.
The tanosi memories with the great big katydids of another world, where the slits spread horizontally under the large compound eyes.
“Good.”
PTSD, ON.
