Chapter 386 – Embracing, Indwelling, and Being Born (2)
There is a saying called bread and circus.
It is a metaphor for the way a ruler controls the dissatisfaction or willingness to work of his subordinates, but this was applied to some extent even in this uncivilized world.
For example, there was a Colosseum, one of the main policies of Romania, in Etur Lasna, where the Aramals family’s mansion was located. Although the position is about the size of a different world version of the general stadium, there would be plenty to see at that size.
However, it was unlikely that she would be sobbing while watching this bloody battle between macho and monsters.
As the goddess of Asgard where the concept of Valhalla exists, it seems a bit contradictory that she has zero interest in that direction.
In the sensibilities of the new generation, ‘I can fight forever with an immortal body regardless of the event’ must mean a little different from what I, a 21st century earthling, accept.
Perhaps to them, Valhalla is a position similar to heaven where people with the same hobbies, whether it be PC games, console games, or fighting games, can play Makgora until they get tired of it.
Ice Hell VS Multi PC room, I would choose the latter. Do you think it’s heaven?
Anyway, that’s why the first place I brought Veronica to was the Alchemy Guild.
As I’ve said several times, alchemy in another world encompasses metal smelting, herbalism, and magic.
However, from what I’ve heard, the Alchemy Guild of Etur Lasna is mainly devoted to growing herbs and plants.
It was something I had heard from low-ranking knights in exchange for conducting Professor Brahmaton’s PT, and it was understandable. Since this area is the land of the Senate family, the land will be rich. A good plant will grow.
“Huh. Did you have the idea that since you’re a wizard, you’d be happy if I took you to a place overflowing with reagents? Well, I appreciate the fact that I didn’t choose a food stall pilgrimage or a historical building without complacency. Not bad.”
“Put down that catnip and talk.”
Even if you don’t hug it so preciously, no one will steal it.
The culture of loving cats in another world was truly disastrous for those below the aristocratic class. It is common for people to feed leftover rice from people like rural dogs, and few people feed and raise animals in the first place.
As such, there is no way to sell catnip in Sargadis, which is likely to be nominated for this year’s gangster of the gangland.
Veronica must have been unaware of the existence of that leaf that cats love to die for, and it was harder than she thought to dissuade her from robbing all of her stock. If my house hadn’t had a vegetable garden, no one would have stopped her cornering.
If it wasn’t for the
Aware that she was aroused, Veronica lamely excused herself.
“This is that… That’s it. She is the concept of a reward for the cats you patrol. Got it?”
“My husband is very upset that the cat is the first to receive his wife’s reward, which I haven’t received yet.”
“Don’t be jealous. I’ll give it to you later, later.”“Happy.”
I was able to get an industry reward like that, but according to the principle of supply and demand, catnip was more expensive than the grass I ate. Animal food is more expensive than human food is the same in this world. Fuck it.
“Let’s go buy this too. It is a fruit tree consecrated by the Church of Pomona, and they say it will grow in one year.”
I pointed to the seedling corner and said. The seedlings in the pots were lined up with enough mana of abundance to be visible to my eyes.
“What will you live for? Pick one.”
“… Can I choose my own? Let’s ask for the opinions of other wives and buy them.”
“I’ve already been told to buy something I like. You are the best eater of fruit in my family.”
Any man would know. Fruit is rarely a chance to eat unless mother or grandmother cuts it. It’s a little expensive to buy it yourself, or it’s hard to get a good one because you can’t choose a good one.
The situation was similar in another world where the distribution network seemed to have developed like the brains of criminals.
Fruits are difficult to distribute, so they usually sell what is grown in nearby orchards or downtown, but the prices are crazy and the taste is seldom. It was either fucking sour or fucking dull.
‘I said everything because it was less than school lunches when I was a gopiri.’
In addition, only francs were enough for the whole family to take vitamins, so there was hardly any fruit on our table. Is it to the extent that it comes up occasionally as a snack for alcohol?
“Veronica, when you were back in your hometown, you probably ate a lot of fruit. Since we also have a yard, can’t we have a fruit tree? Let’s grow it as a hobby.”
It wouldn’t be easy for the bicorns living in the Holy Land to hunt animals.
That holy place isn’t a different world that’s cut off from reality, so animals will come inside. But it probably won’t show up often enough to make it a stock.
On the other hand, the land of the Holy Land itself was a meadow flowing with milk and honey.
Except for the meat that they would occasionally go out and secretly hunt, the bicorns’ diet would be plants and fruits like the elves. If so, there was a high possibility that Veronica was now in a state like a Korean American student who had not eaten rice for a long time.
Then Veronica smiled bitterly at her.
“How else did you know I like fruit? I wouldn’t have said anything about it.”
“When I saw you at dinner last night, you ate fruit dishes very well, but what? There were many other foods, and it wasn’t a place to decline, but I seem to like it because I often go to fruit. I should have asked you earlier.”
I’m sorry I didn’t notice until now. It wasn’t that she was thoughtless, but she didn’t talk once while eating, so I thought she had run out of interest from eating so much in her hometown.
Was it completely unexpected that I noticed that? Veronica smiled as if a little pleased.
“… Then I ask for an apology.”
“Apologize. A fruit suitable for a goddess.”
I nodded with a look that I knew that.
After all, if you say God, I apologize. Whether it’s the Garden of Eden, the Golden Apple, or the Death Note’s reaper.
〈Thank you for your purchase!〉
I paid for Diavolo with the money I earned, and the apple tree seedlings went into the stone slabs again.
If an apple bears fruit, should I buy a refrigerator and store it for a long time? No, to the extent that they can be eaten during the fruit-bearing season. I still want to buy a refrigerator.
Because I have money, I want to spend it. I stretched out and held Veronica’s hand again.
“Next is this way. They say there’s a museum here too, but there’s not much to see there. Instead, they say there is a fairly famous bookstore.”
“Bookstore?”
It was Veronica who pricked up her ears. There are few people from other worlds who make good money and can read, but there are few people who hate books. After all, there are also web novels called pleasure novels in another world.
Sure enough, Veronica, who would have been exposed to human culture almost exclusively through writing, also lit up her eyes when she arrived at the bookstore.
She looked down on her coldly, but she couldn’t hide her feelings as the turret hovered over her neck.
I was admiring the size closer to a library than a bookstore. They said it was a famous bookstore, but it definitely seemed like that. There were a lot of people looking at the store.
Veronica was walking around looking around like a college student seeing her for the first time at Subway, when the woman at her counter asked.
“Yes.”
Veronica hardened her complexion at her greeting and backstepped her. Well. I didn’t want to know the circumstances of the other person in this reaction.
The woman looking at her counter was startled by her beauty the size of Veronica, and when she distanced herself from her, she put on a puzzled expression and even checked her own body condition. I’m sorry, my wife is ill.
There will be no bad meaning. Maybe.
〈What can I help you with?〉
At that time, another clerk looked at the situation and called out. She was an old man fit for a bookstore.
This time, perhaps because the other person was her age, Veronica’s expression became much more comfortable.
“Is there a ‘Natalia’s Dam’? Other works by Domisus or ‘The Shout of Cold Color’ are also good.〉
Is it because it is a different world where Jang Yoo-yuseo has become a vulgar joke? The old man said without paying attention to the old-fashioned bottom. Anyway, seeing Veronica’s face light up, she seems happy to have the book she was looking for.
‘Because Veronica was mainly interested in the culture of other races.’
So I had that in mind when I was thinking about dating, but there was something I hadn’t even imagined.
No. This is something I should have realized in advance, but it is not as easy or simple as it sounds to say that things go according to plan. And the same goes for dating plans.
What was here was not the books that other bicorns had brought to the Holy Land or the books she had been fortunate enough to obtain during her travels, but the books that discerning people had gathered that might pique her guest’s interest.
─Twinkle, twinkle.
The environment where there was a new story at the touch of a hand made Veronica like a child who had just been to her toy section for the first time. Her eyes, immersed in the charm of typefaces, were shining brightly even from the side.
Even though it was not a liberal arts book that suited her, but an ordinary essay or novel that was developed around her interests.
The reason why I didn’t feel any pity in my head watching her was because, after all, all the plans I prepared for her today were to make her look like that.
I achieved my goal, but there was no reason to regret it. I decided to lightly abolish the plan that I had designed flexibly from the beginning.
‘Shouldn’t I have brought you here from the beginning.’
It might be a good idea to take Veronica to her library more often from now on.
Sargadis also had a fairly large library, but it’s hard to know whether you like it or not until you experience it yourself. I also didn’t think I would adapt so well to the adventurer’s job.
But even for that, Veronica had to use her hands so that she could go outside alone.
When Veronica had to go out, she always went out only with me or her other wives, but she couldn’t carry on like that for years. There is also the issue of family registration after her marriage.
‘… It must be urgent to create an identity.’
I had no choice but to ask Britannia’s connections for advice or to strike out with Lady Hennesses’ side.
Rather than the book in my hand, I put my head on it and meditated at the table in the bookstore.
