Chapter 6 – Sargadis(2)
In this world, creatures called monsters exist.
There are many classifications as an accurate academic classification, but there is also a tendency to dismiss all creatures that are harmful to humans roughly as ‘monsters’, just as spiders are called insects.
This monster is also the main cause of supply and demand for the job of adventurer.
Every time you enter a dungeon or ruins, the creatures that come out as basic options, such as licorice from drugstores, triangular gimbap from convenience stores, and dark circles from graduate students, are monsters.
So, it was very common for adventurers to kill monsters, dismantle them, and sell their teeth and other parts.
Even the cute girl in the world, with a face that has never caught a single insect, sticking a knife into the kobold’s eyes, pulling out a tooth from her fallen corpse, and happily holding it in her arms.
In another world, it is just a scene of peaceful daily life.
“Hryaaaaab!!!”
It was unavoidable that the people here living in such a world were so savage and uncivilized.
I even admired the sight of the party throwing full-swing blades at the head of the kobold as if they were competing.
“It’s a piece of shit.”
Semmus, who jumped out first, was harvesting kobold heads at the front of the ranks before he knew it. Every time the blunt double-edged sword was swung, a furry head that looked like a half mouse and half dog flew through the sky.
“Are you going to join too?”
Above my head, someone spoke to me. The skinny old man had taken the bow he had left in the luggage compartment and climbed onto her wagon.
The tall wagon was a perfect location for shooting and killing monsters, so other than that old man, other adventurers from the upper ranks stood holding bows. As if the discussion had already ended, he did not dissuade the guests even after seeing them fighting.
“Yes. I thought it would make a good practice partner.”
“Practice? Hey, you don’t seem to have much experience fighting.”
“That’s right. Just looking at it, I don’t see myself as a master of fighting.”
“I did it just in case because I have a good physique.”
As he answered, Ajae fired an arrow and pierced the shoulder of one of the kobolds. The kobold, who was aiming for Semmus’ side, fell out while pretending to be in love with the one-sided SM play.
“Tsk.”
However, judging from the short click of the tongue by the skinny old man, it seemed that he was aiming for his head and missed. That old man isn’t as great as anyone else would say.
“Uhhhhh!!”
On the other hand, Semmus, who chimed in at the forefront, was amazing.
Due to his tremendous performance, he was treated as an ace rather than a guest at all, and the adventurers around him turned to support. It seems that there was no exaggeration in the evaluation of the Ulster people’s combat power.
If that’s enough, wouldn’t it be comparable to silver class adventurers I’ve seen?
The people Yerna hired while exploring the ruins were mostly silver to bronze class adventurers, but they felt like between 100,000 and 1 million YouTubers.
In other words, Semmus is a harko broadcaster who boasts the potential of 1 million YouTubers from the beginning of his debut.
Instead of ignoring him as a red-haired bastard, it would be better to expose his face. Could I ask for a bus ride to Bronze, no more, no less?
“Are you not going? Didn’t you come to fight?”
“Eck. It was true.”
At the point of the skinny old man, I also picked up a knife and stepped forward.
Low-ranking monsters at the level of kobolds have simple behavioral principles.
1. It’s hard to beat opponents who are bigger than you.
2. Enemies who outnumber you are scary.
Usually, it lives with only two teeth in its head, and lives by catching and eating insects and small animals. Then, after breeding and increasing the number, by the time you get the illusion that they have gotten a little stronger, they target and attack passing humans.
“Keruk?!”
And most of them get hit and run back.
I swung my sword at one of the kobolds aiming for the carriage. Professor Brahmaton’s basic physical training included swinging a rebar, so the trajectory of my sword was quite neat.
“Kyaaaaagh!!”
But I didn’t do the fucking training.
I swung at the neck, but the blade cut the kobold’s jaw in half. A gruesome visual entered my eyes and stuck with a terrible scream.
“Go away, dude!”
“Gyaak!”
It’s a little disgusting, but the time to be happy with this trivial thing has passed. The kobold, hit by my second attack, fell into a pool of blood and never stood up again.
The kobolds didn’t have the intelligence to use weapons, so it wasn’t a difficult opponent for me to catch. Its size is also smaller than that of a dwarf.
“Cut the rat.”
Thanks to his strong muscle strength, he was more than capable of fighting a small kobold. The knife was lodged in the corpse, and without whining, I moved on to the next prey.
Whiyong- Puck!
“Kyaaaaa!!”
An arrow that flew from afar hit the left one of the two nearby.
Shake his arms and make him run rampant with a single blow of a knife. The one who attacks is kicked and knocked down, and draws a sword.
“Hehe.”
It’s not difficult.
No, it was rather easy.
It was because the opponent was weak, but the experience of following Yer and that damn bitch was also great. Thanks to watching monsters die in dungeons and ruins, I got used to bloody fights before I knew it.
[Is this the end? You did a good job too, Noraeng.]
Then, after the battle, Semmus approached me.
Semmus gave me the cloth with which he wiped his sword. Is that a sign of affection in his own way?
[Thank you.]
Receiving a piece of cloth, I tried to clean my knife, but I ended up narrowing my eyes. My sword was covered in kobold blood and fat.
[Your sword skills are so bad.]
[… It seems so.]
Semmus’s knife only had blood on it, but mine almost gnawed like a pig’s hind leg was trimmed. I couldn’t figure out how to wipe off the fat that was reddened with blood.
[I’ll give you that cloth. It’s a cloth anyway. Use it to wipe.]
[You must have water to clean it.]
[You only need to remove the fat and shake off the water. Anyway, it can’t be trimmed every time on the battlefield. It’s enough if you don’t forget to grind and oil it later.]
Semmus said as he put the bloodstained knife into the scabbard.
[But noraeng. You are not a warrior.]
[It still is.]
Since I was treated like a dick, it’s okay to be offended by my pride, but why is it that Norang’s remarks upset me even more?
It’s a fact that I’m not a veteran warrior, so I get 0 damage, but I think it’s because the old man’s remarks are racist, so he gets penetrating damage.
[The sword is an unwieldy weapon for those without tact.]
[Yes. I’ve heard of it, but it’s worse than I thought.]
Characters in novels and movies often say that black is an expendable item. In fact, unless you have a lightsaber, when you fight a living thing, your sword will get bloody and fat.
A sword whose blade has lost its sharpness is just a club.
You can’t say it’s not a weapon even if you get hit by a 1-2kg iron club, but in that case it’s better to carry a club from the start. Even a baseball bat is an obvious weapon.
[Should I change my weapon?]
I asked Semmus. As a savage who eats, fucks, fights, and dies from having sex, he’s the perfect person to ask these questions. Fucking, it’s unfair that I’m the only one answering the question.
[Go through more actual battles, or use a spear.]
[Isn’t it difficult to use a spear in a narrow place?]
[The advantages and disadvantages have no choice but to get used to. No matter what weapon you use.]
Semmus looked around and said with dizzy eyes.
[Only training and practice is the answer. If you reach the level of a master, you can beat a spear with your bare fists.]
The words of a man who single-handedly cut dozens of kobolds in three minutes had a different weight.
***
“Now you are here! Come on guys!”
After struggling hard to polish my sword, I returned to the carriage with Semmus.
“I was waiting for Mr. Nord. We can’t continue talking without one person.”
I wondered why he liked it so much, but Jorma explained it instead.
It didn’t matter if I just proceeded without me. Semmus, who had come in with me, didn’t seem to be very interested in the low tide in his hometown.
─Heeheein!!
Anyway, when we got back, the carriage started again, and Jorma recounted her experience.
“Hmm. So how far have I been talking?”
“I even went so far as to say that going to the village of Ulsterians is not recommended. Yes. What could be the reason?”
The fat man asked, wiping the sweat on his pants.
“Yes. Unfortunately, after hearing the rumors that I came, all the women disappeared from the village.”
Zorma casually looked at the expressions on the faces of the audience and shook their shoulders with a sad expression as if they were about to hit the ground. Shemmus nodded his head with a face of course.
“Merchant. I’m just glad you didn’t get hit.”
“It really is. In particular, if her husband stared blatantly at her late wife, he would be greatly offended.”
“No you dude. Isn’t that a natural thing?”
NTR bugs deserve to be followed.
By any chance, this bastard acted kindly, but was it your taste? Damn, now that I look at it, what I look like is a blonde bully.
Wouldn’t it be more helpful to the peace of the world if these bastards were killed here?
“Oh, don’t get me wrong! I didn’t do that on purpose!”
Then Zorma protested as if it was unfair.
“I heard that married people are distinguished by the shape of the paint applied to the body. Is that easy for outsiders like us? Thanks to you, I suffered a little too!”
“Varnish? Aren’t Ulsterians tattooed?”
This time, the skinny old man, who had been concentrating on the conversation while pretending not to, quietly asked a question. Zorma thumped him on the knee at the question.
“Tattoo! Yes. You have to be careful with that tattoo too.”
“A tattoo? Why?”
“I heard that only excellent warriors and druids can have tattoos on their bodies, rather than painting them. So, if you give the tattooed woman the wrong look, you may never be allowed back into town.”
“… Village chief, no noble?”
It was Semmus who answered the skinny old man’s question.
“A tattoo drawn with mana is the greatest honor. It should not be done by anyone other than the Great Warrior and the Great Sorcerer.”
“Right. If you are rude to someone of high status and end up in exile, then you are rather merciful.”
The skinny old man was convinced, but Jorma shook her shoulders with her sad face.
“You are really right, but there are many things to be careful of in the country of Ulster people like this. If you make a mistake, you will be seriously injured. So, I can say that it is not a dreamy place as rumor has it.”
“Ugh. Is it…”
The fathers who were denied their secret romance became sullen. He looked like a middle school student who had been denied the sexual fantasy that Japan was the world’s most prosperous country.
“By the way… Do you know anything about it?”
Then, Zorma smiled as if he had been waiting for that response.
“The fact that there is a country of women who expose their bare skin just as well as Ulsterians, but far from hating men’s gaze, they return it with a smile.”
“No? Is it really?”
At Zorma’s words, the children’s faces brightened like sunflowers soaked in rain in a week. Please, I hope you keep your body tight.
“Heh heh. Really don’t Haven’t you heard of it? The desert country of Narmer-Nile.”
“There or not. Isn’t it the golden land of adventurers that can’t even be compared to Sargadis?”
“I heard it too. The land of the sea of sand where ruins sleep. A country of merchants and warriors who gather at the Yatrau River and Oasis.”
Both of them showed off their knowledge. The otherworldly style tier judges often led to magazine-style judges.
[Norangi. Narmer – Where is the Nile?]
Seeming to show off their knowledge, Semmus asked me curiously.
[… A desert country close to Britannia. It is also a place where adventurers flock because there are many ruins of ancient civilizations.]
I answered dryly. Earlier, I was worried about becoming close with this bastard, but seeing how he couldn’t help but say “Norang” Every time he spoke, his mind went away.
It’s natural to serve white people, even though I treat you kindly. Sounds like the same thing.
“There is a church that worships Atum, the sun god, in Iunu, the capital of Narmer-Nile, and Ineb, the temple city.”
In the meantime, Jorma’s story was ripening. Instead of those of us who weren’t interested, Zorma set two targets and was eager to explain.
“And the main thing! The goddesses of this church are amazing! You don’t usually wear clothes!”
“Oh oh!”
Zorma, who completely caught the attention of the fathers before he knew it, shouted, clenching his fists.
“The Narmerians are a mix of brown-skinned and white-skinned people! But what impressed me the most was the brown-skinned goddesses!”
“Brown skin? Like a dark elf?”
“Similar. The goddesses go around the temple wearing jewelry or transparent cloth instead of clothes that cover their bodies. It is true that her brown skin covered with balm is peeking through the sky… Big!”
Dirty talk between men was quite explicit even in this world. The fat man stomped his feet as if he could not stand the gesture of Jorma, who blatantly imitated the curves of a woman in front of his chest.
“Oh my God, there was such a wonderful country! Why did I only know the splendor of Narmer-Nile at this age! If I had known when I was a sailor, I would have been on a boat!”
“Heh. Haven’t you corrected it yet? Life doesn’t end while you’re alive. Who knows Maybe Aaron will go to the country of the people of Ulster or the Golden Land someday.”
“Okay… Yes. It wouldn’t hurt to go on one more trip before I die.”
It seems too worldly for a trip you take before you die. But Zorma opened his arms at the fat man’s words.
“You’re right! Opportunities come to those who take on challenges! With the heart of cheering Aaron on his trip, I will recommend a good product!”
“Product?”
“Yes! It is the most favored accessory of Narmer girls! Even though it is very cheap, it is hard to find in your country, so it is very popular.”
“Hoo!”
As if possessed, the two fathers had their eyes fixed on the commercial product that Jorma had taken out of her arms. It is an ornament made of twisted copper.
Could it be that all of that idle talk was a build-up to sell products? Is this kid opening his mouth? Inwardly, I admired Jorma’s transition to product advertisements like flowing water.
“Heh heh. It’s fate that we met like this, but I’ll give you less than the average price. I will serve you at 20 Cooper.”
“20 Cooper? Isn’t it a bit expensive?”
The fat old man was slightly straight. 20 coppers is about 200,000 won. This is an amount that ordinary people like us can afford for a month.
“Uh huh. This is something you will never find anywhere else at this price.”
Jorma said with an attitude that they couldn’t do anything better when it comes to price.
“Speaking of these accessories, it is a design that is popular enough not only with Narmer-Nile, but also with women in this country. If you carry it in your bosom, it will be a trump weapon for when you get a good meeting anytime.”
“No, but 20 Cooper is a bit…”
“By the way, I spent a hot night with the goddess of Atum using this ornament.”
“Give me two.”
“Oops, thank you. I’ll take it out of my luggage and give it to you during the break.”
The two fathers couldn’t stand it until the end and bought the ornaments. Men were pitiful creatures whose brains were controlled by Juji like this.
“Don’t you need Mr. Nord?”
“Me? Done.”
I adamantly refused the trinkets. Have you seen young people in the 21st century, flooded with advertisements, buy things from a peddler on the subway? There was no way I could buy something I wasn’t sure would work.
“Merchant. I buy one too.”
But it seems that this red-headed bastard wasn’t.
Semmus pulled out a pouch from inside his robe. The skinny old man who was counting the coins in his wallet let out a blank laugh at the sight.
“There must be many beauties in your tribe, so why are you interested in women from distant lands?”
To that question, Semmus answered with a frown.
“I am here to rescue her wife. Tribal women, don’t marry me.”
“… Big hum. I get it. Everyone has their own circumstances.”
Feeling as if they had glimpsed the sorrow of the foreigner, the fathers became solemn and silent.
In any era and in any world, foreign workers were bound to leave the country because they could not demonstrate their abilities in their country.
Taking time like that, it was about one night to move by carriage.
The next day, we arrived at our destination, Sargadis.
