Chapter 606 – Ungi Breakfast, Chaeyang Boeum (5)
A few days later
We left Narmer-Nile and stopped at the home of the Armaals family. It is to pick up Clara, who is giving a happy speech, saying, ‘I can’t go back to my original life now!’ Surrounded by rare metals.
After saying goodbye to Beim, I went straight to the office.
I met an elderly man who was leisurely after lunch.
‘I read the letter with interest. I thought it was an action novel.〉
Oops, the bone was right.
Certainly, the youngster sent as a salesperson farmed Bin Laden’s head locally, and it was quite possible that there was no such thing as a fool. As if it was natural, the original purpose was achieved, so it must be more so.
On the right side is what used to be a warlock, and on the left side is an ordering contract.
Looking back, what the hell is a bastard like me?
Are you a barbarian in the sales department?
As I struggled with my stupidity, the old man ate as if he wanted to see all the funny stories.
5 hundred years? It was a fucking thousand years. No, isn’t it the final boss version of the clown mushroom that says it’s better to make it than that?
Were you looking at me with those eyes? Damn, I think my brain would go black to think that I was a part-time worker at Chernobyl decontamination with an hourly wage of 30,000 won.
“I didn’t send it because I believed it. I was in the mood to sell golems to pick up for Mandragora. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Then, from now on, whether it’s a legendary warrior or a wealthy artisan, just do one thing.〉
〈Even if you don’t, your wives are scolding you to be faithful to your family.〉
Wow, look at how spicy the words are. You remind me that this is another world fantasy land.
Well, men say blah blah even if they have the strength to lift a spoon. Right now, in my hometown district, the story of ‘Miss, a beautiful model from somewhere who married an 80-year-old rich man’ was spreading enough to get hit by the feet.
Anyway, it’s best not to talk about things like this, even between men. Even in a world where, somewhere, women in their 40s are playing chess with the numbers of their husbands.
Sooner or later, rather than a different world of ultimate gender equality, it seems like it will become more like an animal kingdom faithful to its instincts.
The old man leisurely stirred the tea with honey.
Fuck it, say the metaphor gently. The daughter of the lord of Britannia Market is Mrs. Britannia. The royal family in that neighborhood is too shy to even deal with the most famous lord.
It’s hard for a forager with a delicate mind like me to curse at you, right? They’re not impeachable like democratic politicians, they’re princesses, princesses.
I put on an awkward bitter smile. The old man staring at me like that.
“Is it all right if I ask you some frank questions?”
What the fuck again
Older than now? I can’t even imagine what the sound would be.
〈… Let’s ask.〉
“What is your dream?”
… Det?
I opened my mouth at a question that was 180 degrees different from what I expected.
“Isn’t it a few months too late to ask that?”
What is your hope for the future, a question you didn’t ask during the interview with the sponsor?
When I was terribly dumbfounded, the old man shrugged.
‘You don’t seem to care much about power. Would you like to train like a stoic and aim for the pinnacle of a warrior? If that’s the purpose, there’s no way you’ll be snooping around.〉
Guard captain Gaius-san is nodding alone.
Well, I have no motivation to become stronger by shaving my bones and flesh. I just want to get stronger because I need it. Oh my gosh, Nord, the best in the world. A god of magic would be better.
‘Did you get what you deserved? Beautiful women who would be envied by anyone in the world, ample honor, and outstanding power. I have obtained all the things that other people would be too afraid to aim for in their lifetime.”
“Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?”
〈If you lack self-objectification too much, you will be criticized. My question arose there. You have succeeded enough to enjoy life, but there is no sign in your eyes that you want to settle down and live comfortably.〉
Ugh, why would you say that again? If others hear it, they will know that I live at least as a black flame dragon in my eyes. Are my eyes that fierce? You’re not going to slap it around that you’re a slack-eyed Kitai guy, right?
It was something I had already discussed with my wives, so I wasn’t embarrassed.
But I never thought I would hear this from my business partner and sponsor. I stroked my chin and twisted my head.
‘Is my behavior that strange?’
If you think about it, it seems like that.
There are a lot of strange things about him, even if you call him a guy who flirts with rank insignia like a career man who is crazy about promotion and power.
However, he is not satisfied with moderate power either.
If that was the case, it would have been enough to buy a suitable manor and enjoy the abbot as Count of Britannia. Even if I did that, no one would say anything.
A happy happy life where you equip each of your wives on your head, chest, stomach, arms and legs like a game equipment compartment.
Since that’s the basis for living, it’s enough to play to your heart’s content, but it’s not like that again.
I’ve succeeded so much, but I’m trying to achieve something more.
But that is neither honor nor power, let alone wealth and martial arts.
It’s just weird A conglomerate who would rather go to Mars would be more convincing. Whether it’s unplay or sincerity, it has to be revealed through actions before guessing or whatever.
The old man is this bastard? I just had to ask outright.
‘I’m lucky.’
My eyes lit up. I didn’t even have to speak first, the old man started talking first. All I had to do was answer it.
I deliberately took a break and slowly opened my mouth.
When the butler was called, Tyrsi came right away. She lifted the hem of her skirt in aristocratic manners at her door.
‘Your bridegroom called, not me. Sit back, Miss Tyrsi.〉
Tirshi smiled gracefully and sat down next to me. I had been thinking about what to say until then, so I started talking right away.
“Have you ever camped by the river, old man?”
‘Of course there is. I used to travel when I was young. Like a wandering knight.〉
Wandering? The head of the first Senate family?
This was unexpected again, but I didn’t show it.
“I used to play by the river when I was little. Then one day, out of curiosity, I looked up at the rock I usually sit on and fainted.〉
Everyone will know. Insects are entrenched in damp, damp, and dark places.
It was for this reason that when he lifted up the rocks by the river, there were insects attached to them. I will think of detailed explanations because they cut the sane figure and cause vomiting.
“I think the same is true of where people live. Even if the outside is beautiful, there are places where bugs and snakes are infested. It’s so natural and the same everywhere, so there’s no reason to hate it.〉
“You can’t expect perfection where people live.”
The old politician understood the metaphor perfectly.
The old man’s eyes narrowed. Starting today, we are the slanted-eyed duo!
I let go of my rhyme and explained about
I didn’t tell all the facts because there was no evidence, but I could give enough weight to just weave a few facts from the Narmer-Nile business trip.
〈I understand the feeling of surprise and the part that you may find it hard to believe. My life is a bit turbulent, so there are more times when I have less time to pack evidence.”
There were witnesses and a few pieces of evidence, but not all of this was verifiable.
After a long talk, I moistened my mouth and smiled.
‘Therefore, I must get rid of them before I die. Being able to get a good night’s sleep even if you get a grudge is an aristocratic quality, but it doesn’t suit me.〉
You don’t have to believe everything. A lurking threat is commonplace.
Bastards who treat me like a dick and treat me like a dick too.
This was a battle between me and them.
It is a game to see who gets the opponent down first.
〈Is it because of the new friends you brought?〉 I was thinking of entrusting the detective work to Zoid and Oftum. ‘I should talk to Catherine as well.’ It can be dangerous, so a person with skills is essential. With Optum as the axis, the Nord Count family’s other world FBI was planned to be launched. But not Nefertiti. It’s not because of her personal feelings, but because she’s in a situation where she can’t control her burning with revenge, and if she asks her to investigate, something big will happen to her. The old man also asked Tirsi. She answered without losing her grace. “It’s not just that reason. As you know, I have lost my family, but… Ever since I was little, I wanted to know the inside story of the purge.” 〈… Are you trying to get revenge?〉 With the help of me and the Britannia royal family, she was going to simultaneously find out about the downfall of the Armashnas family and the history of the Compilation Battalion. ‘Because the information network is not disposable.’ If you only penetrate the root, it’s a breeze. The problem was that the process would never be easy. External help is meaningless even if it is more than it is now. The hardship of heading to the bare ground is only improved to the extent of bringing a hoe and a shovel. Too much would only stand out, and the cons outweighed the pros. In order to safely and quickly master the domestic situation of Romania, the help of local authorities is indispensable. For example, a senator from the House of Lords.
But to say that far is rather non-existent. The old man inhaled deeply the smoke as if he understood without saying a word.
〈You mean you’re going to dig up rocks to find pests…〉
An elderly man who seems to be thinking about it as much as it is a story he brought out.
It was such a long silence that I just assumed he was deliberately trying to use the awkwardness to get us to back off first.
It wasn’t long before he opened his mouth.
‘Your grandfather, Orsius was a good fellow. He was the world’s shameful pathetic lover. Enough to trust the woman I fell in love with.”
It was a very silly story. Tirthy opened her eyes wide.
〈… …〉
‘So the woman who smiled and blessed her on her wedding day said that she must have been happy because she left with a smile when she left when she was not even half a century old. Did I go to visit her in the hospital saying that I was jealous of your son because I only had a daughter?”
An old man’s old story is one of two things. The boring self-bragging that repeats itself every time, or the stories that are kept secret without telling others and then released from time to time.
The old man’s story was the latter. He laughed
‘It was only later that I realized that it was better. I don’t want to talk about it in front of my daughter, but that son was a very goofy guy. If you saw what her son was doing, your grandmother would be a little upset.”
Tirshi smiled bitterly. It was a look that people often make when they feel awkward about others.
The Natural Born Blue Bloods chuckled. The old man put down a cigarette and pointed at himself.
‘When you get old, you get shameless. It’s not just youth that we lose with age. Shame wears off quickly when you’re young after a few years in politics.”
“It’s okay when you’re young. But when you get old, you become desperate not to lose what you have accumulated so far. Why, have you never lifted your hands full? It’s the same. He was afraid that even if he tried to embrace something new, he would spill what he had.”
As I shuddered, the elder responded in the same way and exhaled smoke.
‘So, Miss Tyrsi. You didn’t help the subject who clearly knew your situation. Even knowing that Leticia’s granddaughter is struggling far away.〉
Leticia?
For a moment, I was confused with Mo Freya Jap, but from the context, it must have been about Tirshi’s grandmother. Well, it’s because I have the same name as a god called Njord. How is she not the same person?
Tirshi blinked his eyes and said.
‘Are you helping me? Me?〉
So what? Are you saying that the old man is sorry that he didn’t help even though he knew about Tyrsi’s situation? I looked at Tyrsi with her question mark, and she was looking at me with the same expression. Our thoughts were the same. Tirshi, who was listening to her story, asked strangely. “Yes, everyone values their own family more than others. If he had offered it at the time, he would have rejected it. Do you know what kind of disaster will befall the head of the household because of me?〉 The blade of the purge must have been wielded by the Romanian emperor 10 years ago. By the way, the senator whose main task is to catch the emperor’s ankle is to take the victims of the purge and raise them? I’m an outsider, but it must be so fucking easy to find fault with it, right? ‘Also, if that was the case, would I have been able to meet the Nords? Don’t worry about those old things.〉 The old man was quietly holding a pipe, then shook his head and laughed. ‘But with that tone of voice, do you mean that we, the Norse Count, can afford to suffer a little from that calamity? This looks more like my grandma than I thought. Our count must have a lot of trouble.〉 Hehe. Generations have changed since then, and there is a need, right? It is different now than then.” Tirshi smiled slightly and said. No, what is this stubborn stubbornness that bloomed in the past? I couldn’t say it, but I was dumbfounded in my heart, but the old man removed the pipe he was holding from his mouth. – Tuk-tuk. The sound of brushing off the ashes was strangely loud. “The bastard who bit my son to death was said to have come back to life.” My spine was slightly stiff. It was the charisma of an elder who controlled the situation of a great country even without physical strength. The son of a bitch who bit and killed the old man’s son. It was probably about Corutus. The conversation jumps out like a sergeant camp, so it’s a little hard to follow. It was difficult to say whether he was resurrected or alive and not dead, so I contacted him saying he was resurrected as an undead. Tirshi nodded stiffly. “It was Miss Tyrsi who killed the son of a bitch so that it would never come back to life, and it was also thanks to you and your groom that he killed the man who set the bastard free.” 〈… Although we are not the ones who finished it.〉 “Isn’t that what it is? There are many witnesses, so it’s more foolish to doubt. I benefited from you again.>
After rescuing Primor, didn’t he get it by paying interest to the blood value of the revenge? Honestly, I didn’t even think about it until the elder said it.
So, let’s slap the mouth for a moment.
‘I regret that Orsius lost his poor son and went blind. Gonom ruined my family by doing so, so I thought I was right.”
The old man muttered, his sharp eyes shining.
When I heard that story, I remembered that Primor left for revenge with only a few knights from her family.
It seems that the reason why this macho-kissed old man did not put all his energy into avenging his own son was because he had seen a case similar to that experience.
Having said that, the old man closed his eyes.
‘But it wasn’t. I grew old and forgot the blood of my youth, but Orsius Gonom did not. That’s a question before right and wrong.〉
〈… Do you know why our family collapsed?〉
‘I didn’t hear about it for the reasons I mentioned earlier. But not from now on.〉
When Tyrsi’s eyes widened, the old man tilted his head back and smirked.
‘This old man is shameless. If you want to pass on your estate and family to your grandson, who is growing up in your daughter-in-law’s boat, you’re an example of nobles who can wipe their mouths and pretend they don’t know about the grace of the past.〉
‘But, who will stop my acquaintances from making friends with the up-and-coming aristocratic lady? It is a surprisingly unprecedented story that a fallen aristocrat achieves greatness by gaining an honorary aristocratic rank with his own ability.〉
I rolled my eyes. Let’s interpret, interpret.
You may not be able to help openly, but you mean that you will help as much as you can in terms of arranging people or delivering news, right?
Hmmm… ? Isn’t it almost like a map hack cheat in the political world if it’s a backup for a Romanian Senator? Even if you fill the apple box with gold coins like a piggy bank of love, you won’t be able to make a connection.
It was Tyrsi and I, who were going to be poking around in the bushes here and there in the future.
Wouldn’t the existence of the Armal’s mosquito net to prevent all sorts of bugs from attacking would be quite large?
Tirsi, who probably knew the sliminess of aristocratic society better than I did, was probably right, seeing that her face had brightened considerably.
〈Whether you lift a rock to find a bug or kill a poisonous snake, do whatever you like. I will cheer you on from afar.〉
〈… Thank you!〉
I bowed my head in line with Tyrsi’s greeting.
Apart from the gain, I was able to receive the help of the elders. Even if he loses his business mindset, as long as this old man’s machoism allows, he will be able to act as a parasite with a sweet network.
So let’s go home now, really.
My cat will forget my face like this.
