Chapter 48 – The Heavy Smoker and the Wheat Reaper (6)
Awesome!!
Even without touching the frosted canteen, it was clear that it would be very cold. Gentrick carefully poured the cold beer into the pot. It was to keep the carbonation from escaping.
“Amazing. Gentrick, did you know how to use magic?”
I said admiringly. It wasn’t much of a surprise, but it was admirable that Gentrick, an iron class warrior, used magic.
After pouring the beer, Gentrick answered confidently.
“A good warrior can also handle magic.”
Excellent warrior (iron class).
What an awesome expression. Come to think of it, this old man was also the type to say bullshit sometimes.
─It’s not a bastard, it’s a worm!
Damn I still remember That’s what I said when I yelled at the katydid chicks in the sewer. The expression on his face was so fucking serious that I couldn’t tell which one he was from.
“The higher the level, the less meaningful it is to differentiate between a warrior and a wizard. There are warriors who can cut enemies from 100 meters away, and wizards who can crush golems with their bare hands. Compared to them, a warrior who uses magic without spells is nothing.”
“You are right.”
In another world, whether it be a warrior or a magician, it is doggingaegin in that it is a job that handles mana.
There are many warriors who use magic. I don’t have to go far, I am a hybrid between a warrior and a wizard. Even a pure warrior must learn the skill of shooting an attack far away.
Being a warrior and not being able to do anything in long-distance combat, the weakness is clear, and even a wizard would not want to show rudeness by only getting beaten up in close combat.
“What kind of magic is it?”
Fran asked in an interested voice. As if he had waited, Gentrick poured out an answer.
“It’s the magic of a frozen touch. It’s the principle of blowing cold air out of your hands. As a bonus, it has the effect of making you feel fine even if you touch something cold.”
“Looking at the name, it seems that there is also the opposite magic.”
Fire magic is the opposite of ice magic.
It is the national rule of fantasy.
“Cancer, 〈Burning Hand〉 and magic. I’ve learned both. These two and 〈 Water Creation 〉 magic are quite useful.”
Gentrick put down his beer and clenched his fist in his glowing blue hand.
“It’s simple enough for me as an earthworm to learn, and even if I don’t know how to use mana, there’s no big problem with casting magic. When you need a campfire, just grab some firewood and recite a spell. No matter how hot or cold it is in summer or winter, it doesn’t matter, so it’s convenient.”
“Aha. There are up to 〈 Water Creation 〉, so there will be no difficulties during survival.”
After I spoke, a sudden fire broke out. Fuck. If this grandpa had come to the ruin guard request instead of the baby Paragon, he wouldn’t have had to shiver in the cold!
Anyway, as Grandpa Gentrick said, it was a magic that seemed useful.
It was the same the other time when Fran was stabbed while sewing. If I had been able to use the burning hand magic, I would have been able to disinfect the needle in advance.
On a hot day, how much would you like it if you turned on the Let It Go magic weakly and poured francs into it?
And even if you don’t have to think that way, the heat in summer is more than just fucking hot for adventurers who wear armor.
There would be more Akbutakbutak who died from heat stroke while working in the summer than those who died fighting monsters. Winter? Winter is the season when, if you don’t have a lot of money, you’ll fall behind even if you stay still.
Lee Han-chi-han is fucking bullshit. I hope the similar sciences of liberal arts and less will be turned into sci-fi novels. In that sense, that magic seemed quite useful.
“Mr Gentrick. Where did you learn that magic?”
I asked as I closed the lid on the beer. Grandpa Gentrick said that the cold storage magic was easy to learn. That’s why I thought I’d save money and learn.
“I bought it from the wizard guild. I don’t know how to write, so someone I know read it for me, but I learned it within a few days.”
“Oh, so how much is it?”
“All three spells cost 1 silver and 60 copper.”
Fuck.
I barely held back the swear words that were about to come out of my mouth. That’s 1.6 million won. Is it the latest cell phone?
I knew magic cost a lot of fucking money, but I never thought even such low-level magic would cost that much. I can see why Tyrsi suffered under that racist depilatory bastard.
“It is expensive. How the hell did you get that much money?”
“I bought it because I was in my 40s, when I was still full of energy. I bought it by collecting money with my colleagues, so I didn’t pay all the money.”
Gentrick, who described his 40s as a period full of blood, chuckled and laughed.
“I’ve been using it for over 10 years, so I’ve taken the money. Seeing that you are also interested, it must be that you want to learn.”
“Huh… To be honest, I do, but I’m about to give up. Unlike money, there is no magic and you don’t die. It’s winter soon, and it’s no joke if you waste money and freeze to death.”
Let’s give up this winter. If you don’t buy it right away, it won’t mean that the sale will all go out. But at those words, Fran pulled my blanket lightly.
“Nor. If you want to buy something, can I add a little?”
“No, you don’t have to. I’ll think about it again after the winter if I’m craving it later.”
If the discomfort index rises in summer, you might end up fighting with Frank.
The reason why I didn’t commit suicide while working as a graduate student in the middle of the summer was a large share of magic tools similar to air conditioners at Carmine University. It is a luxury to wish that Sargadis’s inn room is equipped with an air conditioner like a motel, so there must be magic like that.
It was to stay close to Fran comfortably this summer as well. Let’s learn at least the frozen touch magic separately. If 160 copper for 3, it will cost about 50 copper per piece.
Then Gentrick said, closing the stopper on his canteen.
“Look. Do you know In fact, it’s not like there’s no way to get it cheaply, depending on what you do.”
“Yes?”
How to get cheap?
What is it? Fuck that’s so damn hot. As I snapped at the bait, Gentrick took out a roll-like piece of paper from his bosom.
“The wizard guild carefully selects magic that is sold to non-guild members. In other words, even if the person who bought the magic book resells it, it means nothing.”
What Gentrick took out was a magic book that was transcribed front and back on an A4 sheet of paper.
… No, is this grandpa?
“I wish you all the best of luck on your road ahead, and I’m passing it on specially for only 10 coppers.”
…
Like a dreaming young adventurer who discovered that there is nothing at the end of the rainbow, I spoke in silence.
“… Franc. Lend me 2 Coopers.”
“… Wait. I want to learn too, so I’ll pay half.”
So, we have been blown away by the demonic nature of Black Gentrick Day with a discount rate of over 90%.
I’m 5 cooper. Francs 5 coopers. All together it was 10 coppers.
Jjalang jjalang-.
After receiving and confirming the 10 Coopers, Gentrick handed us a piece of paper written down on how to learn magic with a kind face.
“Haha. So, get it here. I didn’t learn it later, so even if I ask for a refund, I won’t be able to do it, so keep that in mind.”
“Ah, yes.”
It must be because you can say that you have learned and not learned.
The lightness of the 100,000 won workbook made me confused whether I should consider this a good thing or consider it a resale.
So I fucking twitched my facial muscles and finally asked this.
“How much did you make with this?”
“You guys should sell them too. Then you will know.”
Hi and fuck. Heavenly God, my God.
Now that I’m like that, I’m just trying to get respect. When I was speechless, Gentrick left with a big smile.
“Enjoy your meal! I have work tomorrow, so get a good night’s sleep!”
The footsteps of a person who has made money are light as fuck. Frank and I, who saw off Gentrick back to his tent, poured beer into glasses without saying a word and hit one shot.
Did you say that hell is also a place where people live?
No matter how harsh the world is, people seem to find a hole to live in.
***
About an hour later we finished eating.
Fortunately, Fran did not knock down after one glass of beer. He said rubbing her eyes as if he was still sleepy.
“Nor, sorry. I’ll sleep first…”
“Yes. Sleep well I’ll be gone in a little while.”
“Yes… Thanks. I love you.”
I answered without turning my head because I was reviewing the contents of the magic book, and Fran came next to me, hugged her neck, and kissed my cheek.
─ Side!
And! I even gave my first cheek kiss to my Fran! Fucking Norse, you’re so happy! Fran whispered in my ear in a daze with a reddish face.
“Our Norr is really cool when he concentrates…”
“I think I will lose all my concentration thanks to you.”
“Lol. You have disturbed Study hard.”
Fran’s body temperature, which was more pleasant than a campfire, said that, and went away from me into the tent.
─Whispering
Fluffy-.
“Huh…”
There was a sound like the deflation of a balloon, and the franc covered her blanket stopped moving. Franc would be cold if left alone for a long time. Let’s finish it quickly and go to bed together.
─Flutter.
I covered the paper and replayed the magic.
As Grandpa Gentrick said, it was an easy magic. You only need to memorize the spell name. It’s a short chant that’s almost at the same level as Beast Return.
It’s easier because it’s a level that doesn’t even come out with runes. Frank, who was drunk, eventually went to bed without learning.
“──〈 Burning Hand〉.”
Roaring…
As he cast the spell, his right hand burned red. My hand above my wrist seems to have turned into a red flavored LED light.
“It’s chewing gum.”
I picked up the firewood while fiddling with my hands. My skin felt the same as usual, but the wood gradually heated up and caught fire.
Hwareuk-.
No, but why is the firepower so weak? It’s almost like a lighter. He frowned and used ice magic with his other hand.
“〈 Freezing Hand〉.”
Awesome…
Look at this. The sound effects are not very cool.
What the fuck is it that an old man with urinary incontinence makes a sound like he’s peeing? I sighed and used different magics with both hands, then touched the firewood with the hand that activated the freezing touch——
─Hot!
“Ah, it’s fucking hot!”
I was surprised and withdrew my hand. It was okay to touch burning firewood because the flame resistance was applied to the right hand due to the effect of the burning touch, but even though cold air flowed through the left hand, it could not overcome the heat of the fire.
It was because the magic’s coldness was not strong enough to withstand the flames.
“Patience. It’s an ice type, so the damage is doubled?”
I took it out before it hit the fire and lived. I squeezed my burning hands to cool off and threw the burning firewood into the fire.
─Tap-tak-tak-tak.
Dispel the magic while looking at the campfire.
Why is the magic output so low?
It wasn’t because Gentrick had more mana than me. Maybe it’s because I can’t handle magic properly. Even though it was simple to activate, it was like magic that required skill to control the output using mana.
I already knew how to deal with mana, but it felt a little different from this.
My mana is being sucked into somewhere outside of my body—probably a magic spell—and that’s a very stiff and cramped sensation.
It feels like sticking a finger into an undeveloped anus!
‘Development is important for anything.’
It must be because it’s magic I’m not used to.
It seemed similar to the teaching of tearing the legs before kicking in Taekwondo. This is difficult to solve overnight.
Learn slowly Wouldn’t there be aftereffects for the rest of one’s life when the ligaments and muscles of the legs would become so fucking chewed up if they were forced to tear their legs apart?
It seemed that my lack of mana control in terms of magic was the cause. Someday, after getting used to it, you’ll be able to use difficult magic.
“Hi go. Meaningless.”
I murmured as I folded the magic book given to me by Gentrick. It feels like there are only goals to be met and nothing to be achieved. In the end, all I had to do was raise my adventurer rank and write a thesis.
Anyway, it was late at night. Let’s sleep now
“All things become ashes. 〈 Water Creation〉.”
Squeeze…
Chii profit…
I fired the hydro-incontinence pump and put out the campfire.
I even checked that there was no fire left just in case. It is a different world life where the embers are transferred to the field and reproduce the Koreans’ sensibility of Jwibulnori, and then restart in RE: Slave. I went into the tent after tidying up so that my camping tools would not be stolen.
“… Phew…”
Frank was having a hard time sleeping. It was pitiful to see the mob-sup crouching down, probably from the cold.
It’s a pity, so I need to warm it up. I burrowed into the blanket and hugged Fran from behind. My hand massaged Fran’s chest with the same instinct as a salmon swimming against a waterfall.
– Hard.
This texture, tanned leather armor, is right.
Aigoya, our strict girlfriend. You wear leather armor and sleep. I have iron armor, so I have to take it off to sleep, but Fran seems to be sleeping with it on.
But who am i
I am Nord, a forager in another world.
“He is a man who never gives up.”
Malang-.
Castings -.
My hand caressed and kneaded the soft flesh. Where are you? It’s an ass I don’t know about other places, but my hips are safe. It is so stipulated under international law.
Soft and fluffy—.
Fetish fetish fetish—.
Hahaheehee hee.”
Laughter, laughter never stops!
Rather than examining the history of another world that has no meaning whatsoever, this suited my temper. If I had been a Franchologist rather than an archaeologist, I would have gone beyond a fucking doctor and even become the president of the university.
Nord University Franc Department.
It is the ultimate university where students, professors, and the chairman are only me.
I have to scramble to find only graduate students and leave all of my living expenses and thesis writing to them.
However, the heart that was overflowing with joy was soaked in remorse at some point. This happy dream will wake up tomorrow morning.
Why do people have to eat rice to live!
I hate working!
I just want to live the rest of my life in a spacious house, rubbing francs and being manipulated by francs!
─Such.
It was then. While lamenting the tragedy of my life, I trembled at the touch of a hand stroking the suffering Juji. Juggiconda, who was suffering in cramped leather pants, danced with joy like a male in heat when he met a female.
Pan-.
Looking into her arms, Fran was staring at me with half-moon eyes.
“… I couldn’t even wash today. Do you still want to touch it?”
“Yeah.”
Sorry for waking you up. But I just can’t stand it.
I hope you will think of it as paying the price for acting cute. Fran is bad. It’s erotic even if I’m just there, but you seduced me with your talent. This was an inevitable outcome.
“I can only smell good from you.”
“Huh… You are a fool playing.”
─ Side.
Churrrup…
Frank spoke sharply, but shared a deep kiss with me.
Maybe it was after brushing my teeth, it tasted a bit glaring.
