Chapter 53 – The Heavy Smoker and the Wheat Reaper (11)
“You worked hard.”
I was about to return with the head of the elk king, but Hotulusil appeared out of nowhere and said, I quickly hid the bloodied scythe. If you hear the sound of asking, you’ll be fucked.
“Yes. Have the others been sorted out?”
“The bonodier you caught was the boss. When they found out that the leader was dead, they scattered and ran away. It is a common habit among wild animals.”
Lily? Like ignorant bastards.
But people aren’t that different. Because Hotulusil didn’t do anything and now jumped out. Also, this kid might be fundamentally a dick. Do you leave your fucking magic skills behind and then boil the soup?
The fuck-up boy looked at the fallen boss elk and said.
“How many times have Bonodiers actually attacked you? A series of disturbing things have been happening lately. It seems the heavenly spirit has been disturbed.”
“Okay.”
He wasn’t interested in what was going on with Cheongi. Fortune-telling in another world is worse than forecasting the weather in Gangwon-do in winter. The hit rate is low and there are many expressions that catch floating clouds.
I looked at the timing appropriately and brought out what I wanted to say.
“Mr Hotulusil? I’ve been favored at best, and I’m really sorry, but I guess I’ll have to go back tomorrow.”
“Hmm. Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. I am worried about my colleague.”
I want to go to the temple at least because of the happening of Frank’s womb. The thesis I was writing was roughly finished.
This thesis was finished the fastest in my entire life. This is because field masters who have difficulty attaching evidence anyway write papers by developing brain-ficial logic.
The university will review this and then submit it to the academic world.
“I get it.”
Hotulusil gave permission surprisingly easily. She honestly thought I was going to scream why I was going back. Hotulusil said to me, feeling a bit unexpected.
“I’ll give you a stamp to complete the quest by tomorrow morning. I’ll also note that I killed the head of the bonodiers and put the problem under control early.”
“No, really?”
It was that the client wrote a letter saying that he was satisfied with the contents of the request. I’m sure it will be of great help to the promotion.
“The sweat and blood shed must be rewarded. The elves of Tatarnia never forget their favor or their enemies.”
“Hehe. Thank you.”
With just one word, it was hotulusil that went back and forth between fuckf and likes inside me. It’s a proverb that feels a bit bloody, but it’s a belief that benefits me, so I just skipped it.
“Give me a break. Wipe the blood and come back to me.”
Hotulusil said nonchalantly.
“I have something to give you.”
***
As instructed, I cleaned the roughly soiled armor and weapons with well water. Seeing my blood-stained sword, Fran took out a trimming tool.
“Nor. He said it was called by Mr. Hotulusil. Leave the weapon maintenance to me and go.”
“Ah, thank you.”
I was a bit sorry to be beholden to Franc this time, but I decided to accept the offer.
Blood splattered from the gap in the arm guard, so I spent a lot of time cleaning it. Hotulusil, who couldn’t wait, might not write good words for her request, so she hurried.
That’s right -.
I walked quickly to the hut where Hotulusil had told me to come. It was a very cozy space like the house of a slave farm owner.
“Have you come?”
When I went inside, Hotulusil wearing a straw hat was waiting for me inside the house. He said as he dusted off the ashes from his smoking pipe.
“Take it. It is my personal pay.”
While saying that, what was pushed out was a scroll. Unlike the one I bought from Grandpa Gentrik on the first evening, it was a pretty good quality paper.
“Excuse me, but may I ask you something?”
“This is how to learn 〈 Summon Cloud 〉.”
“… Do you mean a magic book?”
What comes to mind is the magic Hotulusil used the other day.
A cloud that floats in the sky and makes it rain. There will be a difference in the amount of mana, so it will be difficult for me to imitate, but a magic book that can learn the magic at that time?
Shit, isn’t this expensive? Hotulusil rose from his chair as I awkwardly touched the curled paper.
“It’s not really magic. It’s a magic that can be obtained by paying money even in the wizard guild. But it helps a lot in farming.”
“Are you farming?”
“I can make rain clouds with that magic. Because magic is the combination and transformation of spells.”
Hotulusil pointed to the scroll.
“If you add 〈 Summon Cloud 〉 to 〈 Water Creation 〉, it becomes a rain cloud, and if you combine 〈 Sleep 〉, you get 〈 Sleep Cloud 〈 Sleeping Cloud 〉. This combination of techniques is the foundation of magic. It is not difficult if you know the principle.”
“I heard that combining magic is difficult.”
To say it’s not difficult is bullshit. Advanced magic was considered difficult because there were other factors besides the inclusion of runes in major textbooks and calculations.
Low-level magic is at the level of the four arithmetic operations, but high-level magic that entered the advanced stage required high calculation and memorization skills.
“The magic of memorizing spells is like that. However, simple magic that can be activated by short sentence chanting is easy to combine. You will know when you do it.”
“Note… I understand for now. But why are you giving this to me? Do you mean to use it for farming?”
“Yes. I hope you grow even a small vegetable garden. You also learned 〈 create water 〉 magic from a colleague. Try it out and come to our farm if you are interested in farming.”
It’s kind of like a scouting proposal. But I was more concerned with the fact that Hotulusil’s words implied than the suggestion.
“Wait. Could it be that you were hiding and overhearing us?”
It was on the first night that I learned to create water. Could this gay bastard have been hiding around our tent for me since the first night? When I openly hated him, Hotulusil frowned slightly, which was rare.
“Drivel. I heard it by chance. Tatarian elves can pick up sounds from a thousand miles away.”
Not even a fucking desert rabbit. Is that even possible? Isn’t it gura?
Somers, wearing a straw hat, said a few more words, as if my face was showing disbelief.
“Just as you, a Mongolian, have good eyesight, I can hear the commotion around me near this hut. I just heard what you had to say with your colleagues.”
It’s the first name I’ve ever heard of. The word kitai has never come out of this bastard’s mouth, but the name of the country that I’ve heard comes out easily.
Is Kitai’s information out of date in Britannia by any chance? They treat it as a new continent, but they may keep calling the old country name because they are not interested in the culture of the other side. As if the etymology of Korea is ‘Goryeo’.
But more than that, I’m not from there. Stop delusion.
“Farming brings joy to life. Maybe it’s because we’re from the same wilderness people, so I wanted to recommend it to you.”
Hotulusil took off her straw hat while saying that.
‘… Shit?’
Seeing the top of my head exposed under the shining sunlight, I tightened my stomach and managed my facial muscles.
──This straw hat bastard had no hair on the top of his head.
– Whiing.
It was a 5cm radius around the top of the head, revealing a shiny white scalp like a fucking pigtail.
‘No shit, was it because I wore a hat?’
Who the fuck wants a Brazilian wax on the head, huh?
Not noticing that I was desperately working my facial muscles, the pigtail stared nonchalantly at the wheat fields outside.
“We Tatarnia elves who chose to live in the wilderness… Perhaps, without realizing it, he longs for the vegetation of his hometown.”
“That… I see.”
It’s not. What you miss is not the vegetation of your hometown, but the hair roots on your scalp.
“Well, okay. Let’s just go and work. Soon, the corpses scattered in the field must have been cleaned up.”
The Elf of Talonia put the straw hat back on and said. I just nodded my head silently and ran outside.
That fucking blonde mid lane sinkhole bald bastard. Why the hell are you going out of your way instead of talking seriously? I thought you were behind because you came in and held back your laughter.
I’m saying it again, the tribe of elves were cubs that I couldn’t possibly understand.
***
We returned to Sargadis on the fifth day.
Instead of leaking the other way, he went straight to the guild and received the request fee.
“Here is the request fee of 20 Cooper for 4 days.”
Charreuk-.
20 coopers into our pockets. Fran and I filled the wallets we had brought with us heavily with money.
If there is a single advantage to metal money in this world, it is that the psychological satisfaction of having a lot of money is greater than paper money because it is heavy.
The pay for 4 days work is 200,000 won, so the pay is not that good.
“And Mr. Eitrinen and Mr. Nord. With the success of this quest, the two of you have met the qualifications to take the Bronze Promotion Test.”
“Advancement!”
The receptionist, whose name I did not know, responded with a flurry of words. To be honest, I wasn’t surprised because I was looking forward to it. I was happy, though.
“Did Nord and I meet the conditions at the same time?”
Fran asked with her eyes shining. My girlfriend should be said to be secretly interested in such trivial things, but she is the type to feel something like romance.
“In terms of total performance, Eitrinen-sama is a bit higher. However, Lord Nord’s capture of the boss of Bonodier in this quest was highly appreciated. Thanks to that, both of them achieved their performance scores.”
“Wow! Nor, did you hear?! The bonodiers caught by Norr have been recognized for their achievements!”
Frank was delighted with the receptionist’s words. I also nodded while holding back a laugh.
“I heard you. Lucky for you. We can take the Bronze Class Promotion Test together.”
“Oh, I see!”
Fran was at a loss as she put her hands together in her joy. This guy is cute. She tried to hug her as hard as she could, but held back because there were glances around her.
She pretended to be unconcerned, but I was also very happy inside.
Do you know when people are most happy and happy? It was when there was someone next to me who was as happy as I was in a situation where anyone should be happy.
It was exactly like this when she received the college acceptance email and told her parents. The receptionist said to me as I shared my joy with Fran.
“Before that, would you like to have a pressure stone test here?”
“Yes. Let’s try.”
Pressure stone. A stone that changes color depending on the power it receives. It’s been less than a month since I came to Sargadis and grabbed this, but I can’t believe it’s already reached the next level. I accepted the black stone with a fresh feeling.
Woowook -.
I gripped it tightly while being conscious of the mana in my body. After a while, when I spread my palms, the pressure stone turned blue.
“Five.”
After all, whether or not mana makes a big difference. She was a navy blue the other day.
“This… ?”
The receptionist, who was flipping through the paperwork, took a moment to choose his words after seeing the color of the pressure stone. I’m not really surprised, but it’s a puzzled look.
“… Mr Nord. You were a sodomy during the last inspection, right?”
“Yes. It was.”
“It’s been a little over 15 days, but it’s already changed to the next color, right? Have you recently awakened mana?”
“You’re right. I got it by chance.”
Obtained through Beast Return. There are many mysteries, but there are no side effects, so it is a part that benefits.
“Yeah, that’s right. It is an amazing growth.”
“Thank you. By the way, is there something wrong?”
At my question, the receptionist looked around and said quietly.
“From blue, it is the upper level of bronze. Nord’s last swordsman was indigo, which is the condition for promotion to bronze, so this time it came up. I was only briefly surprised by the rapid growth.”
“Aha. I see.”
After all, it is judged by the color of the pressure stone. It seemed so. It’s to the extent that he personally paints dyed stones on adventurer’s plates.
But my bare body is above the bronze level. Looking back, I even decapitated a king walking elk without Beast Return, so my normal physical abilities must have been quite high.
“Can I try it too?”
“Yeah? Oh, of course.”
Interested Don Franc held the pressure stone.
Kwok-.
The result was a whopping blue. Even brighter than mine.
“Oh! It’s brighter than last time!”
Fran looked delighted with the amazing result.
No, but ‘more than last time’?
“Fran, were you blue the other day?”
“That’s right! It used to be almost indigo though, but now it’s completely blue. Lol. Did I become a bit stronger while going out with Nor?”
It was a cute and lovely smile as always, but my pride was subtly hurt. No matter how different the basic race values are, the name of Nord, a forager in another world, is crying because he is weaker than his girlfriend.
“Ah, receptionist. What is a promotion test anyway?”
So, while receiving a pressure stone from Fran, I said something different. While asking a question that wouldn’t be strange, I put my hand under the reception desk so that the receptionist wouldn’t see me.
‘Beast Return ON.’
Schwaak-.
The skill of returning the beast obtained from the battle with the King-Walking Elk.
With a limited activation for a short period of time, the sorcery of the Muyoungchang, which was focused only on the right hand, was activated. Fran noticed my actions and chuckled.
Kuwook-.
He squeezed it tightly, then opened his hand as the magic dispelled. How much will my physical strength be with Beast Return enabled?
Dugu dugu dugu! Braided!
Yellow!
Yellow-Monkey It was the color of the yellow race.
