Chapter 610 – Ungi Breakfast, Chaeyang Boeum (9)
“… Are you talking about the slash-and-burn people?”
I reflexively questioned Hotulusil’s words.
An elf who likes to burn plants rather than grow them.
‘It’s good to break prejudice, but I think the direction is slightly wrong.’
Don’t the people in your hometown suffer from a mental illness that makes you want to kill yourself when you see a man taller than a wheel? At my question, Hotulusil put his fingers on fire and said,
“If farming, whether it’s slash-and-burn or whatever, was commonplace, I wouldn’t have suffered so much when I first picked up a hoe. Can you believe it if it was much harder to water the farmland than to create a firestorm?”
No, he was really a fire elf.
After the world tree burned down, did each tribe awaken to the filial piety of the fire attribute? I just hope that Seo Ju Dae-hyo will not commit the same thing.
In Greece, a psycho who cuts off his ankles when he is taller than the table appears as a kind of monster, but isn’t it too scary in the hometown of these pigtail elves?
“Fight makes a person’s soul grow. In an intense battle, if you win a victory like slicing a knife in a battle where you risk your life, your growth will be that much faster. As much as plants.”
I believed it wasn’t me, but I didn’t have the courage to ask, so I shut my mouth and listened, and he looked at me as he said that.
It grew quickly like an onion given nutrients.
It is said that a man can make a remarkable match in about 3 days, but since they gave him about 180 days, he could change from Yellow Monkey to Z-Hero Vectorman Monkey.
“Try it.”
─Poof! At that time, Hotulusil immediately threw the statue.
Let’s take it. It was a stone of just the right size to hold, but the rough appearance and texture were familiar. It was made like Dolhareubang and ate it.
“Is it a pressure stone?”
It was the same stone that the adventurer’s guild used to test their strength.
It’s been a while since I haven’t used it. With the beast return on only his arm, and holding the pressure stone tightly, Hotulusil spoke up.
“In fierce battle, the soul of life is cut and smelted like iron is quenched.”
His gaze moved to our Franc, a tribe of quenching and metal smelting.
“And that’s the fastest way to grow. However, that is not the only trick to growing the soul. There are other ways to increase the amount of mana itself.”
“I know. That it is not common.”
Wasn’t it thanks to Wolfheddin’s power that Manatong became so strong even for me?
“You may think it’s overkill, but my true intention is that I want to improve my skills a little more.”
“If you’re a warrior, who wouldn’t? A proper sense of improvement is a good driving force.”
“Thank you for the encouragement. You should try harder.”
I opened the hand I was holding. The pressure stone had turned red, as if it had been put in a furnace and taken out. It was red, the highest grade in the order of Paljujochopanambo.
It was no surprise. I took a Mithril class, but if I can’t shoot this much by worldly standards, wouldn’t it be rather dogged?
Of course, I couldn’t help but feel happy.
“Should I go update my adventurer plate?”
“It shouldn’t be necessary. It hasn’t been months since I didn’t receive a request.”
─Poof! When I threw the pressure stone statue, Hotulusil snatched it without even looking at it. Because he wasn’t an adventurer who would rush anywhere with his skills.
I awkwardly shrugged my shoulders.
“Sorry. I think it will be difficult to receive more requests from now on.”
“Nothing to worry about. This guy won’t be around for long. Those who want to can tell the difference just by looking at their admiration. Even if it’s not that, it’s true that there are few people who live as pure adventurers.”
That’s right. It’s something I knew before joining the guild.
So rather, in the adventurers guild union, there was a tendency not to give high grades to those who belonged to an outside guild like Tirsi.
Thinking that far, I suddenly became curious about this elf’s past.
How did an elf from the wilderness come here from the east, become the branch manager of the Audumla guild, and live in the lord’s land doing farming?
‘… What is it?’
I was curious, but I did a good job dispelling the curiosity.
Did you say one day You can’t live by solving all the questions in the world.
Life is usually a badly written novel. Isn’t it a fact that even a middle school student notices that catering to point out the lack of foreshadowing and wasted MacGuffins is nothing short of a waste of time?
I’m sure Hotulusil has a life and circumstances that I don’t know about and will never know about.
Did he somehow like this relationship, which divides indifference and interest in equal proportions with a reasonable distance? Hotulusil spat out.
“The mana practice method handed down in the East is called the 『Shimbeop』. It is a technique that is not efficient compared to time.”
Simbeop?
‘Ah no, the real name is the law of public opinion?’
Do you think that there really exist friends who train like Jahajin Gong, Thunder Dragon Il Qigong, or rock breathing? Apart from necessity, my heart began to race a little.
Wouldn’t it be so strange for Jammin, a snub-nosed man who had read a bit about martial arts, to turn around Daejucheon on the bed without his mother’s knowledge?
When he was young, Kang Buk-ho dreamed of becoming a heavenly horse, but his dream was thwarted.
Well, considering the level of this world land, it might be stupid to expect it. But isn’t that what you expect is free? I said throbbing.
“Doesn’t sound like it would be practical, though?”
“Why do you think so?”
“If it was enough to make a meaningful change, it would have spread to this country as well.”
Why did the term Silk Road come about? Even if the wilderness was a little dangerous, if it was profitable, it was enough to cross it. The current indifference was mutual contempt for each other because there was nothing to gain from seeing each other.
“I know you well. As you said, it’s hard to say that it’s that efficient.”
I was skeptical, but I couldn’t live up to expectations, but Hotulusil cut my martial arts mulberry in half and killed it without a single word. Fuck, the baby.
“It’s a skill that absorbs mana around you, but it’s better to go through a battle or two in between. It’s a waste of time if you’re not pursuing the wrong way.”
“Write… Is that enough?”
Could it be that it takes 60 years of sincerity to come here and build a first rank like traditional martial arts?
If so, the perception would be bad. Even if I were an exception, wouldn’t it be common sense in this world to grow if I go through life-and-death fights?
In such a world, who would faithfully put their short life into the Lamaze breath?
“Of course, if you combine it with combat, the increasing speed will become meaningful. The crucial problem is that the trick is never taught to outsiders.”
“It’s the vision of the Munpa.”
“That is a funny expression. Shall I call you that too? In any case, even though there are so many different 『Secret Methods』, It is impossible to tell the difference on the outside, and the class-free mental methods are only passed on to their immediate disciples.”
So Hotulusil began to explain. It was similar to my knowledge of martial arts, but different, the secret circumstances of the east.
Was it like that? I could at least understand that the information that Hotulusil was telling me was not so concise that I just told him that he would come and ask.
“… That’s about it.”
Hotulusil stopped talking as I was diligently taking notes of information I wouldn’t hear anywhere in the West.
“Do you have any more questions?”
“Well… So, just a small question.”
I took notes and asked what came to mind.
“Didn’t you say that most of 『Simbeop』 Is a mana practice method with poor efficiency?”
“The lower level ones are like that.”
“Yes. Still, as long as Ilshin’s talent allows, there will be no limit to increasing the amount of mana. Even if one human being spends his whole life building it, the result will be obvious.”
“Yes. Even if it took half a hundred years, it would be 5-60% more than gold class wizards in Western countries. It’s my experience, so it won’t be wrong.”
Watching him nod, I asked a question shyly.
“But then… What about elves?”
In the martial arts I read, that middle court was a place where everyone from the top to the bottom dreamed of immortality.
Banrohwandong, fable deungseon, herb of immortality, and yeondansul.
Aren’t those things life extension techniques derived from the culture that dreamed of a long lifespan? It means living leisurely by sharpening and polishing the sword and becoming a freshman.
But what about elves?
While the elves spend their whole lives polishing their swords and aiming for the fable, the elves are just born with the fabled top line passive with the one-tool, ’10 months in the mother’s womb’.
Basic lifespan is hundreds of years.
For outstanding masters, sometimes a thousand years.
What if they, who seem to have been born as immortals, invest all their long lives in training their inner skills?
Since it’s tabletop theory, it may not be as simple as you think.
How many people studied diligently during the 20 years of elementary, middle and high school? By dog or cat standards, even long-lived humans like elves let life be wasted.
‘Kingchiman… Nomadic elves aren’t like that?’
Wilderness dicks whose lives are a series of battles, fiercely fighting for survival while running horses.
When the day comes when East and West collide, the 3rd barbarian tribe will be updated to the 4th barbarian tribe.
What if the next door neighbor, Yesugai, rode a horse and hunted for about 500 years, building up about 10 packs of internal skills, and the flower-like barbarian priest Tabutai, who had prenatal education as a fortune-telling brunch?
300 Dongbangsak in 3,000 households.
Are you fucking Recon?
“… Strangers are not welcome anywhere. After the forests of the past burned and flowed into the wilderness, we elves were strangers everywhere under the sky.”
Hotulusil said while smoking a cigarette.
“How do you think strangers like us are recognized?”
“… I do not know.”
When I answered, Hotulusil smiled at me.
“Submit as a slave, or prove through force.”
“… That’s true.”
The white elves with blonde hair are nomadic nomads in the northern plains.
I don’t know what the hell is going on in this neighborhood, Jungwon Moorim.
