Chapter 47 – The Heavy Smoker and the Wheat Reaper (5)
After lunch we worked all day.
Since he couldn’t look at his watch, the sun in the sky was the only way to guess the time. It’s a bonus that my eyes are sore from the fucking sunlight pouring down.
‘This is why Hotulusil wears a straw hat.’
It was similar to how military officers carry one pair of sunglasses. Even if your skin burns, you should block the light from entering your eyes.
I don’t care about my skin, but Fran’s skin might burn.
Brown-skinned Fran might be cute too. Still, UV rays are the key to skin cancer. I was worried that Fran was working properly with the hood on.
Supapapapapat!!
“Kiyoyoyo!!”
Worried about Franc, distracting me from my work, I sped up and swept the wheat. Then, after getting permission, I went to see Fran and told him to wear a hood if it wasn’t too hot.
There were roughly those happenings, but other than that, the day went by smoothly.
I can’t even see the tail of a rat, let alone sea water. It was all that the minimum katydids bumped into their feet.
“End!! Today ends with this!! Let’s organize all the work and gather in the center!!”
As the surroundings darkened, the secretary slave I saw earlier rang. Shivalum speaks so damn fast. Even after the sun went down, there was no word that it was over, so I thought I was working overtime and almost frothed.
─Rumble.
Like all part-timers, the adventurers coolly passed the tidying up without any responsibility and gathered in the center.
“Everyone has gathered. You’ve worked hard today. Now everyone can rest wherever they want.”
Hotulusil must have left work long ago, so spreading announcements was the job of a secretary slave. This kid is also covered in sweat.
“You are free to pitch a tent or make a campfire. However, be very careful with sparks. If the fire spreads to the crops or fields, they will spit out all their possessions and live with us as slaves for over 10 years.”
Fuck. One warning is brutal. It would really happen if the paddy fields were burned down here. At a glance, the amount of harvest was almost a cell amount in gold units.
“Parts of this farmland are also the lord’s fields, so if you’re unlucky, you might be executed. We can’t take responsibility, so take care of yourself.”
Having said that, the secretary slave went back to his house. It was like a dormitory attached to a stable.
─Rumble.
The adventurers scattered in all directions as if they were replaying their appearance when they gathered, each making their own bed. Some camped in teams, while others slept alone.
And Fran and I held hands and went to the right place.
“Nor. Let’s pitch a tent first.”
“Uh. But I don’t know how to pitch a tent. Please tell me.”
I didn’t learn how to set up a tent even in the military. I was from the rear unit and there was a generation gap, so I didn’t even have a chance to see a military tent that was supposed to be a type A or something.
“Okay. I’ll show you an example.”
Fran listened to me and brought the materials for the tent. It was a package product sold at the Sargadis General Store for 2 coppers.
“This is how tents are built. Look Carefully?”
Ground, ground, ground!
Flutter!
“Braided!”
“No, show me again.”
There was a demonstration by a skilled assistant, but it was too skillful. It is not a master of life, but the speed that this kind of thing should come out in the world.
The tent was completed in less than 3 minutes when our tiny hands moved. The tent was completed when I put a pin in it, tied the cloth with a string, and unfolded it.
“Was it difficult? Shall I show you again?”
“I already made it, so why? Just learn next time.”
After answering Fran, we went inside together. It was a simple tent with a mat on the flat dirt floor and covered with cloth, but the inside was quite cozy.
“Five? Pretty good for a two-cooper, right?”
“Really. But in the winter I will have to buy a new one.”
“Haha. During the winter, you should avoid making requests that make you sleepless from the start.”
Even in autumn, it gets chilly at night. Even more so if you sleep outside in the winter, no matter how thick your tent is, it will freeze. It’s a world where it’s hard to find something like a sleeping bag.
“Oh, the carriage is passing by.”
Fran listened to her and looked to her right. As I focused my attention on my ears, I heard a sound from the other side. Two wagons were approaching from the side of the field where we were sitting.
─All together.
It’s shabby looking, so it’s far from an aristocratic carriage. It was a peddler’s wagon pulled by horses.
The carriage was on its way to Sargadis, and the peddler in the driver’s seat whipped the horse’s butt with a weary face, as if he wanted to get back to the city and rest as soon as possible.
Slap!
Hee hee-.
However, the whipped horse cried out sadly and slowed down. The peddler’s expression became a piece of shit. It’s fucking funny.
“Cook-Cook.”
Frank stopped laughing at the sight. While sitting side by side laughing, I accidentally found the carriage’s mark. It was like a wrapped gift box.
“Hehe. It was a transport wagon. You might want to go back soon.”
“A transport wagon? Oh, the one that sends letters or gifts instead? You noticed it well.”
“I saw the crest on the carriage.”
If I live in Sargadis, I will have many things to use, so I researched what kind of place it was. Those peddlers were like couriers from another world.
It is an idea that those who made a living from trade between cities and territories came up with, and they transport goods to be sent to other territories instead. Since it was a job that was extensively linked with the Merchant Guild, it was possible to send it to other countries as well. Instead, it costs a lot of money.
‘I have to send the thesis I’m writing to Carmine University sooner or later.’
Today, I brought a paper to write before going to bed, so let’s finish it quickly and send it.
Transport wagons leave once every 10 days. It is to collect goods for 10 days and then depart. I should send it before it’s too late so I don’t mess around with papers.
─All together.
I said after sending the dust-raising wagon away.
“Let’s light a bonfire. It will be fine here, away from the field.”
“Great. Will you lay down the firewood? Just in case I don’t know, I’ll start by removing the things around me that could catch fire.”
“Yes mom.”
I got some firewood when I went to the forest yesterday. The quick-witted Frank got some straw from somewhere, so it was easy to light the fire.
Fire-.
It caught fire easily as if it were copper that once did that shit in the ruins. The bonfire is complete.
“Oh, it’s warm. Make a bonfire for this taste.”
“Whoops. Be careful not to blow it out in the wind.”
Fran and I covered ourselves in blankets and sat close to the campfire. The red flames flicked like tongues and licked the firewood. Even in places far away from us, the light of several bonfires bloomed.
Perhaps the other adventurers were also lighting a bonfire.
“It’s kind of lucky.”
Fran leaned over to me and smiled. I held her by the shoulder and stroked her fran hair.
“Perhaps I would have thought that this scenery would be noisy and annoying if you weren’t by my side? It is said that the same scenery can feel different depending on who you are viewing it with.”
“That’s great. Then I will be happy even if I go to the sewer if Norman is by my side.”
“The sewer is going to make me pass out.”
“Cook-Cook.”
Fran’s black hair is soft whenever you touch it. No, more than that, there is no part of Fran’s body that doesn’t feel good while doing skinship. It is a scientifically proven fact.
Enjoying the texture, I observed the adventurers’ bonfire. With bonfires blooming everywhere, it was like a scene from a drama or movie.
The appearance of adventurers shining like candles in a dark place.
There were people who were awkward and silent, and I saw people who were laughing and talking. There was also a person who was lost in contemplation, staring at the rice field alone. They must live with their own lives and thoughts.
“Yes?”
As I looked around, I let out a puzzled voice. Then Fran looked up at me. From some time ago, he didn’t even look anywhere else, he was just looking at my face. Shame on you.
“What’s the matter?”
“No, someone is waving this way.”
I focused my eyes while answering that. I quickly found out who the opponent was. I saw a familiar old man sitting by the campfire over there.
“It’s Gentrick. You must have met us yesterday and came right away.”
“Oh, really.”
Fran, who opened her eyes, also recognized the other person.
Gentrik, who spotted us, greeted us first.
But are you still working today after staying overnight? His sincerity is admirable, but I wondered what his children were doing without supporting their father.
Are adventurers a different world version of the old people who pick up waste paper?
When I thought about it, I felt sad. Whether he knew what I was thinking or not, Gentrick walked slowly towards us.
“These guys are here, yes.”
“Yes. See you yesterday and see you again, Gentrick.”
“Hello.”
We said goodbye Gentrick sat down on the ground nearby, saying “Ouch.” Then he looked at us and he grinned.
“Ah, don’t worry. It’s not like I’m trying to be rude while young people are taking a break.”
“Heh. Thank you for your consideration.”
Two grown men and women pitched a tent away from other people. The only ones who intervene in it are those who are fucking ignorant or NTR chums who don’t have mothers and fathers.
Either way, he’s the perfect type to get stabbed to death before his hair goes gray. And Grandpa Gentrick had none of that.
Because I am also a quick-witted person.
“So, was the work worth doing today?”
Grandpa Gentrick asked, patting himself on the shoulder. As I was thinking about my answer, Fran slipped off my shoulder and bowed his head.
“Yeah. Thanks to you, I was able to do a safe job. Thank you.”
“It’s as hard as it is safe. I came here to ask if I’m being resentful of you for saying useless things—”
“Whoops. No. I sweated a little while working, but it wasn’t too hard.”
“That’s good.”
Gentrick looked at me as if he was relieved. I roughly shrugged.
“If you knew how hard I’ve been struggling lately, you wouldn’t have been so worried. I want to do only harvest requests for the next month.”
“Haha. It’s not a harvest request, it’s a seawater eradication request. Pay and performance are different, so if you misunderstand, use it. Anyway, I’m relieved that you’re both fine.”
It was Gentrick’s grandpa who smiled and stroked his beard at my answer. He then looked at the camping kits lying around the campfire and said,
“The dishes are clean. Have you guys eaten yet?”
“I was just about to eat it. Oh, I’m not scolding Mr. Gentrick.”
“Right. One piece of advice: don’t waste food in the evening. Let’s just say it’s digested overnight. I have to save it and eat it in the morning so it’s easier to work.”
“Oh, thanks for the tip.”
Gentrick, who was pleased with my polite answer, raised his hand—I guess he didn’t understand the term “Tip”—And pointed in the direction of the stable.
“When drinking water is scarce, go over there. There is a well at the back of the stable, so you can dig it up from there.”
“All right. By the way, is the well water over there free?”
“Don’t write too much. The serfs got angry when they saw it.”
“Quack. It’s a waste.”
We all laughed, feeling a bit like bad guys, befitting adventurous adventurers. Life at the bottom is all like that.
“Because it’s dark, be sure to bring a lantern. Don’t go to Elysion if you fall into a well after going to draw water.”
Gentrick said. Elysion was the afterlife that the Romanians talked about.
Even in a different world where the existence of gods has been confirmed, not much is known about what the afterlife actually is. As long as the soul exists, I think it probably exists.
Tak-tak-.
The firewood burning in the campfire sparked. I moved my arms like lightning and removed the sparks from Fran.
“Puhh. Nord too. It’s overprotective.”
After seeing my taijiquan, Fran grabbed my hand tightly. It was in the form of interlacing his fingers between his fingers.
A man and a woman rubbing their bodies against each other like this, isn’t this already sex?
As we did, Gentrick smiled bitterly.
“This. Guess I’ve been around too long I have to go.”
“Already?”
“Isn’t it time to eat? It would be a nuisance if it stayed.”
It must have been that we became uncomfortable to be next to when we saw the sweet little kkoraji.
“Still, it’s a pity if you come and say hello. Where, I’ll give you a present for a while.”
“A gift?”
“This is it.”
Gentrick shook the canteen with his thick, wrinkled hand and he unstopped it.
─Challangchalang.
─Pong! Chi profit…
When I opened the canteen, I heard the sound of carbonation escaping.
This wasn’t some kind of fucking retreat, and he probably didn’t bring Coke. There is no Coke in the world more than that. I asked with a laugh.
“What kind of beer is that?”
It was beer, not water, that Gentrick brought into the canteen. The scent of alcohol penetrated my sensitive sense of smell.
“Haha. I brought it to drink secretly at night.”
It was a calm and weak reply, as if he had come wearing a scarf because it was winter.
“But when I came to the local area, there were adventurers I knew, so I had to be rude to that tent too, right? That’s why I’m the only one drinking, but I notice it. So I put it in my bag and brought it here to give it to you guys.”
“Wow! Thank you!”
Fran reacted at the speed of zero hundred and one second. I was going to refuse, but I ran away from home, so I refuted it as if I was arguing.
“No, Fran. What are you going to do tomorrow after drinking?”
“About 1 cup is fine!”
Didn’t we have sex while drunk with that repertoire the other day?
My reasonable rebuttal was prevented from coming out of my mouth by Gentrick’s presence. Because I couldn’t bring up the story of the sex that had bartered Ada in front of people I knew.
“… Can’t we?”
Taking aim at the gap where I was speechless, Fran put her hands on her cheeks and acted cutely.
Fran!!! Aegyo!!!
It was a cuteness that far transcended my fucking cognitive system. It was as if the fucking heart and the blood flowing into the juice tripled. It’s almost like a defibrillator for cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
“Wow, Fran you… That’s against the rules…”
Dog is cute. Like a waterlogged wooden door hit by a battering ram, my will to resist was shattered.
“Ha. I lost. … Gentrick, thank you.”
“It was interesting to see. Can I leave you alone and talk?”
“All right. It looks like I’m going into cardiac arrest.”
“Good times, good times.”
I gave the empty pot to Gentrick, who was teasing me. I’ll get it sometime, cover it, and eat it later with rice. Britannia beer is low in alcohol and makes snacks, so our Franc will also be spared the one-punch knockdown.
– Moongrak.
After receiving the pot, Gentrick put it down and held a canteen of beer in one hand.
Then, I tried to pour beer into the pot, but Grandpa Agtag took an unexpected action.
“No matter how chilly the weather is, wouldn’t it be best to have a cold beer?”
Gentrick said the right thing while holding a metal canteen and concentrating. Maybe 5 or 6 seconds passed. A soft incantation flowed from the old man’s mouth.
“──〈 Freezing Hand 〉.”
Damn… !!
As he cast the spell, Gentrick’s hand glowed blue and frost began to form on the canteen he was holding.
