Chapter 417 – Foggy Northern City (2)
The spring breeze in this world is warm.
It’s not like a poetic comment, but it’s really warm. The number of air conditioners in the other world was small, and since they were powered by mana, the ozone-hymen of that beautiful blue sky would not be blown apart with Freon gas.
In my second hometown, spring is the season when the cold days start to loosen up a bit.
Of course, it’s perfect for the mana cocksuckers to freeze up if they go out wearing lightly, but that’s what they do on their own.
Anyway, in the season that passed February, I was prioritizing the things I had to do in Sargadis.
Hi Romain’s thesis arrived at Danane’s laboratory yesterday morning.
‘Fortunately, I didn’t get stolen by these fucking thieves.’
In this damn different world, it’s hard to trust the method of making multiple copies and sending them sequentially. If a field scholar accidentally picks up a stolen thesis, wipes it clean, and puts it up in the academic world in the name of a person, only work becomes a nuisance.
It won’t be like that unless you’re an idiot who lives without a hitch, but being an idiot again is a problem because it’s a unique job that can’t be done with a proper mindset. I can’t say anything that never happened. There is also a precedent.
For example, it feels like being accused of innocence of sexual harassment.
You can win 100% of the time, but going to trial, collecting evidence, and so on will make things like shit.
In the case of the thesis sent by Hiromain, that didn’t happen, so it was fortunate.
Anyway, Nunna will use the thesis received as a reference and reconstruct it into her own thesis. Since it is not a paper registered in the academic world, it will be recognized purely as our achievement.
Ulster history was also Dana’s major, so there was no problem.
It would be difficult to let your own color melt.
I wanted to help, but I couldn’t touch it because I was going to use it for the research institute’s performance while reinforcing the thesis. Because I am an outsider.
So in the meantime, what I’ve been doing, I’ve been following the image of my busy wives–and Tyrsi–and embarking on other projects.
What do you feel? Do you remember the map of the ancient civilization era that you rooted in the underground tower in the past?
It is a task to restore the location of the frontline base of the ancient civilization marked there.
‘I’m making progress.’
─Fallang. I nodded as I turned over the paper in the basement of my house.
During the talk with Dana and Philo, they roughly took over the takeover, but unfortunately, they said that no results have come out until today.
The reason is a bit futile. After examining the ruins where they found out, it was because the place had already been attacked.
Not one, but two.
The reason for this was the gap in information created over thousands of years. Besides, since we can’t know all the ruins in this world, the probability of kicking shitballs has to go up.
‘The Romania and Sumerian side must have already been discovered. The discovery of the name of this ruin is an achievement in its own way, but since I can’t submit a map to the academic world, I don’t think it will be recognized as a carrier.’
As I read what Dana wrote, I put together an alchemy solution.
Mmm. This hand taste familiar like mixing coffee. It sounds like a lot of shit.
It’s a samurai, but the mysterious and indecipherable book is also put here.
At first, I was afraid that it might be a GPS or something, so I tried to put it somewhere else, but I was worried about putting it somewhere else, so I had no choice but to leave it in an underground storage room using the elimination method.
It’s embarrassing to throw it away. You fucking bastard like Secretary Cheonam.
While working with the door wide open and ventilating, I bumped into Dana, who was staying up all night at home, in the middle of the night. It seemed that he was overdoing himself in order to do his thesis on his own until he went back to his hometown.
It’s not like my husband and I are going to die overnight, but when we run into each other while making late-night snacks, sometimes it’s hard to tell whether this is a university site or our house.
Damn, it feels like someone scratched Shih in our nawabari to mark the territory. The scent of PTSD blooms solsol.
And after spending a few days like that, Fran and I went to the blacksmith guild.
For over a month, Audrey spoke loudly, acting like a graduate student who went to work on the weekend.
Leather armor made from giant skin.
The costume for Fran was completed first. For reference, I interpreted the comment in the middle. Interpreter Nord.
Fran politely accepted Audrey’s completed coat and examined it with sharp eyes. There was a rather uncomfortable silence, for as she respects me, I hold my mouth shut in our Franc specialty.
Fran, who was checking even the stitching, turning it over and unfolding it, relaxed her expression and said,
“Yes. The workmanship is great. How did you sew so many of this tough leather?”
‘Is it a trade secret? What do you think! I wouldn’t say I’m complaining!〉
“Is not it. Making armor is much better than me?”
Hehe. Hehe!〉
It was Audrey who laughed excitedly at the interpretation I gave to the world.
Am I really happy to have cleared my name? It was kind of funny because he seemed like an aspiring pro gamer who got sunkil from some pro. I don’t know why I did such a thing as a phantom thief if I could live a sound life like this.
Audrey put his coat on something like an experimental scarecrow and slashed it hard with the knife she had picked up in the chest. It was almost unbelievable that he was doing this to the products he was trying to sell to us from now on.
Kagagak—!!
“… Five?”
However, even this item was not soft enough to be scratched or cracked by iron swords. Audrey smiled confidently.
—Kagak, Kagak.
Audrey explained and scratched her coat with the knife again. The fluttering leather made an iron sound whenever it was pressed, as if it hardened like a shape-memory alloy. It was an admirable defense.
Swallow, what kind of multi-level? What a frugal year.
Still, since I made some money, I plan to strengthen my equipment to match my wives’ abilities. Wouldn’t it be nice to use the saved money for meso exploration? For an adventurer, investing in equipment is money.
─Quarrrr.
As I stuck out my tongue, Frank, who had put on his coat, used his magic with the golem core knife.
“Yes!”
Did you like the momentum of the soil blooming? Frank smiled brightly and looked back at me.
“Nor, Nor. How do I look? Is it worth watching?”
─Break it! Fran spread her arms.
Its face was stern, solemn, and serious. It wasn’t the Titanic, it was the look of a savior going to the cross.
Of course, even with a stern expression, the small and cute Fran was cute, but even the outerwear, which was thick like armor, wasn’t cute. The black leather full of elegance and elegance went very well with Fran’s hair and white skin.
“Ego, what can we do when our franc suits us so well? I don’t look like I’m wearing the same clothes.”
I just hugged her daughter who was smoking a joke.
Actually, it was inexhaustibly cute, but I couldn’t bear to say it. It’s also because of our Britannia’s best bitch who pushes up her coat, but it’s strange to praise her for being cute even though it’s a combat gear.
“Lol. If you listen to it, you and Norr match well. But Nord is cool too.”
Was my chicken-inducing comment a compliment that was perfect for our relationship? Fran laughed and laughed.
And because of that bright smile, I moved over and kissed Fran on the cheek, only to receive a look of contempt from Audrey.
‘Hey, stupid newlyweds. Stop messing around at other people’s jobs and go home. If you’re going to bite and suck, do it when there’s no one around.〉
‘It’s ugly, Audrey. Even if you are not so jealous, if you live sincerely, spring will come someday in your life.”
‘Am I jealous of you? Why? My brother and I won’t marry unless we’re rich enough to build a mountain of gold bars.”
What are you going to do today and tomorrow’s honeymoon with your grandpa? Do you put lacquer in your coffee? No, does it mean that you are waiting for the day to receive the distribution of your inheritance? It may be a joke, but it’s hard to laugh at the joke of the Cinderella twins who climbed the wall from childhood.
‘Why did you visit my brother’s inn, you filthy bastard? I heard there are only four wives, but is that not enough?〉
〈I don’t think you’re worried about yourself surrounded by me and my wife in a soundproof locked room. It’s very fortunate that you seemed to be aware that the facial mock test scores were a mess.〉
‘Kuh, you mean bastard! I knew a day like this would come someday! But even if my body gets dirty, I won’t be able to break this heart!
─Less. I picked up the hammer that was on the table.
Audrey politely put her hands on his belly.
‘My younger brother went to a tavern. It is said that pubs are perfect for capturing the atmosphere and feel of the street.〉
〈Where is the tavern?〉
〈It changes every day, but today… What did he say? Sam’s workplace? I would have gone to.〉
It’s Sam’s job. It’s a fucking nogada version of the naming method.
‘Anyway, it’s an inn that everyone knows.’
Well, there aren’t many pubs in this town. I smiled.
