Chapter 46 – The Heavy Smoker and the Wheat Reaper (4)
After making an entire rice field by myself, it was lunchtime soon.
Flutter-.
Fran and I sat down on a mat next to a rice field.
I was hungry after working all lunch. When I sat down on the mat and put down the adventurer’s bag I brought and tried to take out my carry-on rations, I saw Fran laughing silently.
“Franc?”
“Lol. Actually, I prepared something like this for today.”
Frank smiled at my question and took out a cloth-wrapped basket from his bag.
Basket? Oh, maybe this… ?
“Braided!! It’s a sandwich!”
Fran opened the lid of the wooden basket while shouting cutely. The basket was filled with delicious looking sandwiches.
“You made it… Fran, you?”
“Yes! Farming is hard. Make sure to eat well for lunch too!”
I was thrilled by Fran’s words and shuddered.
Isn’t a lunch box that your girlfriend packed for you is a food close to a dream for many men? I was moved even more because I, who had been Ada until just a few days ago, had never dreamed of having a girlfriend’s affectionate lunchbox.
And the great emotion soon led to guilt. He himself knew that his face was darkening.
“Fran, you even packed lunch, but I didn’t prepare anything. I brought nothing but meat to share.”
All I brought was dry food and the meat I got from Dorca the other day.
Even if I took it to the sewer, I didn’t smell it because it was well packaged. Still, compared to Fran, who even brought a packed lunch, he brought almost nothing.
Frank shook his head as if he was okay with my words.
“Do not worry about it. Am I okay?”
“It’s okay. We need to pay more attention to these things.”
I was the one who said something like a joke as a joke, but Fran wasn’t really my mother either.
It is difficult to give love one-sidedly, even to your own children. So, if her mother’s motherhood is dignified, does she take for granted that she is loved by her lover as if it were her own right?
If that was the case, sooner or later the relationship would be ruined. I said seriously.
“They say they can’t help it because they couldn’t bring it today, but look forward to it next time. I’ll prepare you a huge meal for a man.”
“Puhh. I won’t wait and wait.”
At my words, Fran blushed as if she were genuinely happy, then changed her expression to serious.
“Still, Nor, isn’t that what a man goes into the kitchen without thinking? I really appreciate it, but I still don’t like hearing Norr’s disrespect from other people.”
“… Det?”
Men can’t go into the kitchen?
I was dumbfounded for a moment, then came to my senses. In this world, gender discrimination was still ongoing.
Like the Middle Ages, there are few chews that say, “A woman should hit one on three days.
Did you say that humans are animals governed by their environment?
Having lived in such a background since I was born, it was different from common sense in the 21st century. Although I wouldn’t treat her as a child without a girl like the grandparents of my generation.
In my heart, I made up my mind to change our relationship into an equal horizontal structure, starting with these small details.
Still, forcing Frank to do something he hated would have been a complete turnaround. Let’s talk to each other and find a compromise. Even though I am a forager for harem monsters in another world, I have the right to make the person I love feel comfortable.
“Okay. I’ll be careful. But I want to feed my girlfriend, what should I do?”
I secretly hugged Fran and made skinship with her. Fran, who shrugged her neck, tilted her head amusedly.
“Girlfriend? What does that mean?”
“Girlfriend. No, was she supposed to be called Goddess?”
“Ah, Nordo is true. What kind of goddess am I Where is the mixed-race goddess?”
Fran, held in her arms, reached out and stroked my chin. I raised my hand and covered it with Fran’s, enjoying the warmth.
“There are so many mixed-race gods. And what does origin matter? If you’re this kind and cute, even if you’re of mixed blood, you should be a goddess.”
“Puhh. Nor, it tickles—”
After sticking around for a while, we started eating. I was able to do it all day long, but I need to fill up with bio energy as well as love energy to sustain my body.
I took a bite of the sandwich Fran made.
I guessed from the appearance, but sure enough, it was incredibly delicious. I swallowed the sandwich and opened my mouth.
“What is it? What the hell did you make it with so delicious?”
“Exaggeration. I put it with chicken and vegetables. The ingredients for the sauce were lent to me by Mr. Beinya. It turned out pretty good, right?”
“Very tasty… This? Then, ‘very’ delicious things must be on the level of some kind of royal cuisine.”
I was speechless at the franc’s high standards.
In another world, sandwiches were a common convenience food because they could be cooked without using fire. Roughly speaking… No, it’s about the position of soy sauce egg rice. I also ate it for 3 years.
I’ve never eaten a sandwich as delicious as this one.
This went beyond the soy sauce egg rice and tasted like fried rice with jangjorim beef topped with poached egg.
“Lol. I made it with love because I thought Nord would eat it. So, does it taste better?”
“Ughguk… My conscience stings…”
Fran’s shy laugh made my heart ache. Cute, sorry, great, just like that.
What is he really unable to do? He is good at cooking and has survival skills, and his sewing job is at a professional level, and his fighting skills are as good as mine.
It’s because he’s so timid, but Fran’s attack power, which is the power of a dwarf plus quick movement, is at a level that I can’t guarantee a win without beast reversion.
Even if he won, at least one of his limbs would have been beaten off with a hammer.
Perhaps the luckiest thing I came to this world for was not Zugiconda’s awakening, but Fran’s lover.
“I can’t. I’m going to use it when I succeed somehow and make sure to feed my francs favorably. So that I can live in a house with a garden and not have a drop of water on my hands.”
As I shoveled the sandwich into her mouth, expressing her determination, Fran laughed as if she had been tickled.
“Cook cook. I’ll specify that. Rather than just sitting and being treated, I enjoy touching and moving around.”
“Yes? Then cancel.”
“It’s bland.”
Fran is cute and sweet and sour, so I can mince it.
Anyway, let’s work harder. He had to become a man who would not be ashamed of Fran. While I was thinking that, Fran looked at my clothes and said,
“By the way, you barely broke a sweat playing?”
“Yes? Oh, it’s because it’s a cool day. The work wasn’t too difficult.”
“Are you saying farming wasn’t difficult?”
Fran, who was eating the sandwich with both hands, was a bit surprised. The little guy is like a hamster doing that. It’s so fucking cute I’m dying.
I wanted to hold her in my arms and rub her cheeks, but I held back because I thought she would hate it anyway.
A caring Fran might laugh out loud, saying that, but since they say that being considerate in these small details is the secret to a long-running relationship.
“Then, was Nord also a farmer back home?”
Fran, who was eating a sandwich at that time, asked curiously.
“Farmer? I?”
I blinked my eyes as I chewed the bread to my mouth.
“Quack. Haha! No way!”
Laughter broke out at the novel question. Am I a farmer? It was the sound that my grandfather would get angry at if he heard it, saying that the bad guy was tarnishing the farmer’s name.
I heard a joke at my parents’ house asking me to come down to the countryside after graduating from veterinary school and look after animals.
“Heh. No. I was a student when I was in my hometown. But why?”
“Ugh. Has that? I deliberately didn’t ask about the old days because I thought I was asking prying eyes, but it’s amazing that you’re good at farming while studying a lot. Even while working, I was always curious.”
Frank, who said that, noticed that if he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t have to.
As I bit into the sandwich, I thought about how to answer.
My girlfriend took the stance of saying things in the past were things in the past, but in the eyes of others, a guy like me would look fucking weird.
Even at Carmine University, there were often people who thought I was a guy who only delved into language studies and were amazed. I chewed and swallowed the sandwich in my mouth before answering.
“My father’s family was farmers. It’s not such a big field, but I sometimes helped out.”
“Ah— So you are used to farming.”
“Well, yes. I only did it a few times when I was young.”
In fact, the parental family did not lift the scythe to the young grandson. My skills were built up in the army.
But it’s too bad to tell the truth. The expression ‘was in the military’ in this world has a very different feel from Korea in the 21st century.
I’d rather say that I was from the guard, and the meaning would be conveyed roughly.
I opened my mouth and then just shut it. There were many things I didn’t know about Kitai’s culture—there were no related books at Carmine University—so if I said something I didn’t know, it would later be revealed as a lie.
So, let’s dismiss it as a Norse, a delightful farmer. It’s ridiculous to lie just to hide a lie.
“Nor is versatile.”
“I feel like I’m being teased for some reason after hearing from you, Fran.”
“Ah, that’s a compliment.”
“Khehehe. Then it’s done.”
That way, Fran and I finished our meal while talking.
I finished eating and tidying up, but I still haven’t heard the bell telling me to go to work.
Now that we have time to rest, we should hug Fran. That’s when I tried to cling to Fran and revealed her sinister intentions.
Kuhwaaaaa–!
There was a distant sound like gas leaking, and a huge amount of smoke began to rise. I was surprised by the strong force of the smoke, thinking it might have started a fire, but the smoke gathered as if it had its own will and went up into the sky.
“What, what?! What’s the matter?!”
Fran was startled and took my arm. I hugged Fran and glared at her clouds. The five senses, which had become sensitive due to the awakening of mana, perceived the enormous amount of mana that the cloud contained.
“That… 〈 Summon Cloud〉 magic.”
It’s magic I know. Cloud Summon. It was a low-level magic that summoned and manipulated clouds composed of steam.
Still, it would be difficult to summon and handle such a large amount of clouds.
Who are you? With a look of concern and surprise, I looked at the source of the cloud. An elf wearing a straw hat was chanting a spell with a stick on his back.
“Hotulusil?”
Knowing the wizard’s true identity, I was relieved. Even from a distance, I could easily imagine his plaintive face.
Woo woo woo-.
Cigarette smoke rose from Hotulusil’s smoking pipe. The Straw Hat Elf sang the spell while holding the smoking pipe.
Shoot aaaaa—.
Then rain started to fall from the clouds.
It wasn’t just rain, it was magic to restore stamina. It must be like casting manure on a land that has lost soil quality from growing wheat.
Condensing that magic and making it into a potion was sold at the Wizard Guild. Diluting it hundreds of times and using it was a high-quality fertilizer in another world.
It’s an item favored by wealthy farmers or lords, but Hotulusil must have been replaced with magic itself.
Hotulusil was a smoker, not a fucking straw hat dick. Damn it, it’s like an elf.
“Ah, did Mr. Hotulusil do this? Thank god… I was shocked.”
Fran also said as if she was relieved after realizing the magician’s true identity. I patted Frank’s back to calm his startled heart and let out a sigh.
“I’m going to say something and write it.”
The cuckolding elf pup is freaking people out.
Shoot aaaaa…
Hotulusil’s magic poured raindrops on the harvested wheat fields for a long time.
I heard that American farmers sprinkle water on their fields with helicopters, but he also played on a large scale like a rich man.
It didn’t blow the clouds into the troposphere, though. It looked like it was just pouring a special rain from a high sky. Because it would be impossible to manipulate the climate high in the troposphere from the ground.
If that happens, it’s not a fucking farmer, it’s a strategic weapon. If you collect raindrops and drop a ton of water droplets from the stratosphere, damn that would be orbital bombing. If I get hit by something like that, even the dragon will come after me.
“Anyway, Dang Choi is a guy who doesn’t know why.”
Why the hell is an elf in a rural country with a Kitai name spreading agricultural magic in a foreign country’s farmland?
Even if he was an adventurer, it was impressive to see him wearing a straw hat and a vest, who would have taken the gold class.
It’s probably a harmful tide, a pestilence, and even if they come in groups, they’ll be wiped out with one-Q magic. There’s no law saying that he has to use his body unconditionally just because he’s strong, but honestly, it was amazing.
Still, even such a great wizard couldn’t finish the harvest by himself, so he had to find a hand.
It felt like I realized once again how weak humans are in front of nature.
