Chapter 416 – Foggy Northern City (1)
──The canyon where the golden wolf was first discovered.
Wizard Strauss, an adventurer from the Audumla Guild, was staring down at his juniors who were looking up at him. He lit a torch in the darkness where he could not see an inch ahead.
“So, when I woke up, I already missed it? Then the kitai-in party must have entered the canyon?”
“That, that…”
“Enough. Kick it out.”
“Now, please wait a moment!! Wow!!”
─Poof! Strauss beckoned and his colleague dragged the bald wizard out. His colleague, a man with an overweight body, and a thief in a mat were treated the same way.
The three iron-class adventurers from northern Britannia were kicked out of Strauss’ team just like that.
“What do you think?”
I asked after clearing the idiots who had been kicked out of my head.
Because of their lack of skills, they came down to the Midwest and didn’t even recognize the celebrities of the same guild. Not worth remembering
“… It’s a lightning-type magic. It’s a considerable amount of mana.”
The person who answered the question was a knight who was investigating something in the goblin’s nest. It was a little awkward pronunciation.
He asked in a friendly way, but he wasn’t particularly a member of Strauss’ team. That knight was from a group he had a good relationship with, and he only cooperated for a while to hunt the golden wolf.
Strauss stuck out his tongue in admiration.
“Are traces of mana so easy to recognize?”
“It’s hard, so that’s why magic items exist.”
─Click. The knight who touched something like a candle made of iron straightened his back.
When he woke up, he was two heads taller than a normal person. Because of the armor and equipment that covered his body, he was two to three times the size of others.
“It is the same person. The one who put the goblin to sleep at the entrance, the one who swept this nest with lightning and shockwaves.”
“I would do it. Because he is a colleague of the famous Kitaiin.”
Strauss sighed.
He was an adventurer active in central Britannia. He knew little about the adventurers who made Sargadis in the west, or the Auduumra guild branch in that province.
However, listening to the news of the strong was the iron rule of survival for high-ranking adventurers. Strauss was well aware of his junior’s heroic story of defeating a warlock while traveling between Britannia and Romania.
Of course, being a junior is not an opponent to look down on.
It was self-evident that a first-year adventurer who trained for 10 years was superior to a third-year adventurer who started with nothing.
Because being a latecomer on this floor is no disadvantage at all.
‘Perhaps the Norse is also of that type.’
Even warriors who came down after training in the valley for over 10 years would believe it.
It may not be a savage with a bloody fight, but the possibility of being a full-time warrior who can’t read a word was very high. The adventurers who stood shoulder to shoulder with Strauss in the middle had almost the same opinion.
‘This is a guy who made his name known as a warrior. It’s nonsense that he used magic.’
He is a master who is widely known for his name and appearance to Britannia’s adventurers.
Although I haven’t heard the details, he heard that there was no record of using strong magic in the battle that made his name famous.
‘Is the beauty I witnessed a wizard similar to or better than me? It seems that they get along well with each other.’
Looking at his activity record, he might have a grudge against the warlock.
Most of his bold moves were defeating
Strauss’s rivals, who also like rumors, were of the same opinion. He stopped thinking and said.
“Anyway, how are you? Did the golden wolf snatch it too?”
How could such a warrior go to the goblin’s lair for no reason? The knight in tattered armor nodded.
The knight was a person whose body was tightly covered with uniform equipment from head to toe. To Strauss, those numerous magic items seemed to imply his skills.
If it’s one or two magic items, you can dismiss it as a family treasure or something you accidentally picked up.
But if there were that many, the story was different. Whether it was purchased, obtained from ruins, or stolen from others, the knight was an unusually powerful person.
The knight in tattered armor said while putting a magic item that analyzes mana into his waist bag.
“I can’t see the wolf’s fur. I don’t think the fur around the goblin’s waist is the skin of a golden wolf.”
“Sheesh.”
Of course it will. How much is that, and would you burn it to catch some goblins?
It was only natural that no one would know if he took good care of even the skins that had come into contact with the goblin’s filthy water and sold them with his mouth shut. Whether they took live wolves or only the slaughtered skins, the story would have already been over.
It’s not that I fell behind in the competition, but I have nothing to say if I lost after controlling the road. Strauss clicked his tongue.
“Then… Is the request from you guys a failure?”
─Clap.
The knight in tattered armor turned his back. And he looked at Strauss as if he had to even answer.
‘… Fuck.’
Strauss muttered a curse inwardly, unlike a wizard.
A golden wolf’s fur would have allowed him to rise to a higher position in ‘the group’.
It is a place where they are hiding in the darkness of Britannia and giving good to promising adventurers like Strauss.
– Tuk-tuk. The knight in tattered armor tapped him on the shoulder.
“Don’t give up and aim for the next opportunity. If you are, you will definitely be able to become a diamond member of our ‘Magi Magi’.”
Magi Magi.
It was above the distribution of new magic books in Britannia, whose ratings are currently on the rise.
“You sound natural. I will definitely become a regular member of Magimagi!”
– Hot! Strauss clenched his fists and pledged.
Like Strauss, there were quite a few wizards who did not join the wizard guild in order to be promoted without being checked by the adventurers guild union.
Up until now, I had been obtaining magic books through the black market or through consignment sales, but by the time I reached the gold class, I had reached my limit. There are also many other low-class adventurers who are hung up on suitable magic, like the trio Strauss just exorcised.
Those whom Magimagi targets are comrades suffering from the wizard guild’s monopoly and tyranny!
“It is a bitter failure, but there are no problems. Our Magimagi will be promoted to a guild before the beginning of the year ends. The golden wolf skin is just one of the expedients for that.”
─Flutter! The knight in tattered armor said while turning over his mantle.
It’s still a dangerous mage, but it would be impossible to touch the same guild protected by global law, no matter how much it is a wizard guild. And once that was done, the rest was to lie down and eat rice cakes.
Magimagi Guild.
It was the name of a great magic society that would sell magic books to those who needed magic, sometimes cheaply, sometimes for free.
“Go ahead, comrade. Our next destination is the North. It is a colony built by the Picts of the Ulster branch.”
“Oh oh!”
Strauss chased after him, raising his arm.
And his teammates, who were looking for anything to make money, whispered while looking at the distant mountains.
“Guys. Am I the only one who can see all the fucks on our team?”
“What should we do, captain of our nephew… I don’t think I’ll get platinum, but I just join the wizard’s guild…”
“Would he be angry if I handed in my resignation letter to the boss?”
They felt like watching a little boy stealing her mom’s purse to buy candy from the bard, but could it be any different.
Their team leader is a 33-year-old immature person who froths at a dubious group over there.
Strauss’ team sighed and ran after them.
***
The thing I learned most deeply while completing my master’s degree at Carmine University was humility.
Even I, who played with foreign references and ancient records because all texts were translated in verse, was like tearing apart chewing gum. In this world, there are more things you don’t know than what you know, and even if you’re a master’s or doctoral student, it’s hard to live with a good taste.
But one thing. There are things that even I can say with certainty.
That’s right, being an archaeologist is a hell of a job.
“Archaeologists are garbage. Hee hee, cheap rent!”
“Eh-hum.”
Dana cleared her throat as I grumbled as I entered the house after wiping my eyes. It seems embarrassing.
Of course, something happened to my parents’ house, but I’m not saying this because I feel like a dick.
Rather, in such a situation, I bought a bunch of anal beads to present to my sister, so I just hit the gaslighting wire first so that I wouldn’t be cursed at. Isn’t dating a game where psychological warfare is as important as a duel?
“Hmm, hmm. No, it’s not urgent? I’m just a little concerned, but I thought what would you say if I went alone…”
Anina was different. Our naive Dr. Nunna fell for the gaslighting of her younger boyfriend.
Hey, what are you doing with this soft sister?
“Ah, whatever! It’s damn right to talk like this, so isn’t the academic world whining about asking people to bring artifacts!”
It was Dana who finished her speech with the error of the skin wavelength.
I know what you mean. Isn’t there a group that makes a living from commissions and mediation everywhere?
‘If you take off all the veneer and look at the contents, isn’t the archaeological world after all a people of delivery or a part-timer’s paradise?’
A place where you do business with brokerage fees or something like that.
Of course, if you keep the line, that is also one of the business meta. I have no intention of denying it.
“But you’re trying to unilaterally exploit someone else’s labor? Yes bitch, so that means you’re a professor?”
“Research director-professor tech is a common path to success.”
“Indeed. I had an obligation to giblet out my sister’s carrier. Please put a gap of more than 3 years in your bio so that you can hear the voice of ‘You’ve been playing at your research institute?’ During the professor promotion screening interview.”
“Fuck you.”
But who did. If Ko Gil-dong, who is suffering from Dooly, looks pitiful, that is proof that he has become an adult.
Thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve come back from a business trip and having to shoot here and there makes me feel like a fucking professor. The incarnation of a brokerage business that only eats results while lying down? What a comfortable life that is.
I too may be becoming a common adult, colluding with the world.
Of course, I have no intention of doing anything like a real professor.
Because you have to resist those desires, goodness and morality are more valuable! Isn’t a Professor Slayer a very contradictory existence? I had no intention of becoming a creature of such extreme self-contradiction.
“What’s wrong with this? To be honest, I don’t even know.”
Fran said while looking at the letter addressed to Dana.
Other wives did not find a sense of incongruity. It was worth it if you had no prior knowledge. I probably wouldn’t have recognized it if it had been a few days ago.
Dana sighed and said.
“… See it in the first row? The saying, ‘I first take up a brush for my daughter who has never written a letter’.”
“Yes. Why is this? Isn’t that normal?”
“I am our mother… Uhm. There must be 50 more letters I wrote to my mother?”
The wives’ eyes widened.
Larry Lura rolled her eyes before she asked cautiously.
“That’s it… Does that mean that not a single letter from her sister went to her sister, her mother?”
Got it right
In this world, every corner of the land is a den of monsters and thieves comparable to the Okcheon Bermuda Triangle, but there was a 0% chance that all 50 letter deliveries would have an ending of “The product exploded during delivery.”
So, if you think about it easily, this interpretation is possible.
“… Someone stole the letter Dana wrote.”
Fran muttered.
Dana and I had the same thought.
“What… Maybe that’s what it means. That’s why I thought I’d give it a go.”
“Yes. I’m sure I’ll have to find out what this is all about.”
Fran said with a serious face.
“Dana. Didn’t you just say that your hometown has very little interaction with other cities? So, did you send your letter to the city near your hometown?”
“It did. There, someone from the transport guild would sometimes take it back to their hometown.”
─Kuk kuk. When Dana answered, Lalilura said while rubbing the shoulders of our tired-looking Nunna.
“That is not particularly rare. It’s a common way to send it to rural villages or rural areas.”
“I can narrow down the candidates. Wouldn’t the transport guild or the transporter be the most suspicious?”
“Yes, yes. It’s all right, but… The question is, why did you do that? A letter thief, isn’t that fucking weird?”
Saying that, Dana seemed to have a headache.
“It’s not that there’s anything big about my letter not reaching my mother, but I was a little concerned about the purpose. I haven’t lived in her hometown long enough to build a grudge…”
Was it because Dana was muttering as if she was helpless? Her other wives shared her glances with each other and nodded her heads.
“Then let’s go together.”
I caught the feelings of the wives and spoke as a representative.
“Me and you and Fran. Like this, the three of us, let’s go and get rid of it, then come and throw it away.”
It would have been easier to move with a small group of people.
It’s not because she’s scared to show her father’s mother her quartered wife.
“Wait a few more days. I also have to receive and approve the thesis that Professor Hi Romain is sending me.”
“Oh, that time?”
A product of the madness of a professor’s free thesis. I inadvertently forgot about it because it was something that shook the foundation of my beliefs.
Then it won’t start right away. There is a grace period for a few days.
‘How dare our Dana take away her letter?’
A letter from a child living in another country to their parents is a heartfelt message.
In other words, the formula of letter ≒ thesis is established.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been a professor slayer.
‘But the more I think about it, the more I get angry?’
Who would have peeked at Dana’s letters to her parents, perhaps scoffed at them, burned and tore them up?
Can’t stand that The Korean sentiment seemed to make my eyes go blind. Even though I want to send a letter to my parents, my wife and I are in a position where we can’t.
Dana is very soft-hearted.
How heartbreaking and sad she must have felt when she wrote a letter to her mother and did not receive a single reply. She tried not to be conscious, but even the slightest imagining made her stomach ache and Professor Slayer vomited her anger.
Even if the undead Confucian dragon inside me didn’t emit filial piety breath, this was an atrocity that could never be easily overcome.
“Actually, I don’t think it would be such a big deal… “
Dana looked at her me and her fran as if it was difficult to say.
“… Would you like to come with me?”
“It’s like carrots.”
“Stealing a letter to your parents is hard to pass off as a joke.”
Me and Fran accepted without a second’s hesitation.
It was the moment when our next destination was decided.
