Chapter 623 – Age of Faded Seagulls (2)
A few days to return in an uncomfortably quiet carriage.
Back in Sargadis, I was determined to convince my wives.
The world was originally like that.
Just like Mahjan’s Isiljikgo, faith is something that can only be obtained through action!
The result of my wives believing everything I said was the respawn of the underworld at the ending of Shanks, right? The stage of verbal persuasion has already passed.
So, if I want to buy the trust of my wives, I have no choice but to prove it with my actions.
‘This is really the last persuasion.’
It also takes a chance to gain trust.
Shouldn’t a student who ruined an exam due to poor physical condition have to take the exam one more time to show his skills again?
I’m like, ‘Is this really real this time? Believe me,” He said, as if recommending a good stock to a company colleague, he had to shake off Yaburi.
‘Only once. I just need to get permission to go to Tatarnia.’
If he made a deal with the elves this time and returned intact, he would be able to regain the trust of his wives, who had already hit rock bottom.
That way, you can build trust little by little based on the trust you have regained.
Conversely, what if I get injured in a fight and become a dissatisfied dildoman with amputations?
Perhaps he would throw away the elixir and prosthetic arm at home and make me live in bed for the rest of my life.
So, this opportunity is the first and last.
In this trip to Tatarnia, the husband’s authority and freedom are at stake!!
“… Hey, Kang Buk-ho. Sit here for a second.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll fix my arms first!!!!!”
When the expressionless Dana pointed to a chair, I remembered the summary of Survival as a Married Man that I had seen on Internet rumors, and chose to run away.
The fact that her wife calls her by her last name means that her husband has been marked for death… !
A chance to regain trust?
Yem disease, even if you can convince your wives first, you can talk about anything.
If I don’t even come close to Tatarnia, I won’t have a chance to regain my faith. Since there is no angle to be allowed to go on a business trip, I have no choice but to stand out.
Let’s believe that time will solve the anger of wives.
“So, Mr. Cromwell. What should I do at a time like this?”
“Is that what you want to call the person at work?”
Cromwell gave me my arm and was dumbfounded. Damn, he just asked for the arm he was keeping, but he said he was out of it to pretend he was busy while he came out first.
“No, it’s a serious problem, isn’t it? How to appease and persuade an angry wife, is there anything good?”
I said as I held my arm, which only had magic on the amputated side, like a baguette.
Cromwell thought seriously, then smiled.
“As expected, wouldn’t a gift or flattery be the best? It would be better if the wives knew what they wanted.”
“… I think I’d like it best if I didn’t go anywhere.”
“Then what, you’re an outsider. How about asking other married people?”
Damn, that doesn’t help.
Well, I have something else to ask of office workers who never go far. I grumbled and sought advice from a married man who traveled as much as I did.
“Anyway, my wives hate it when I go out.”
“I mean! I’m just going to do some work, and I don’t know what’s so reluctant about it!”
Candidate 2, married woman Clara, as soon as she heard my story, she began to empathize with her as she went on a rampage like a schoolgirl who was suddenly confessed to by her classmate who hated her.
“Isn’t it possible to go back and forth to foreign countries while working?! How wide is the world! That’s what I mean, boss! How much longer do I have to wait to go on a business trip to Romania?!”
“Calm down because I was wrong, damn it.”
I’m an asshole for asking anyway.
As for this woman, she was not the one who waited, but the one who made them wait. Damn you, my friendships were such a mess. How come you can’t help at all?
“The prosthetic hand is almost taken off. When you go home, you can take it down and treat it.”
“Thank you. Then I will go.”
“So, how about a business trip to Romania?”
“… Work hard from the start. I’m thinking of investing in equipment sooner or later when the sales proceeds come in under the name of Dynamis Workshop.”
“Kyaaaaa♡!! The boss is the best oh oh clothes ♡!!”
Damn, don’t come I am the boss and you are the employee.
I dodged Clara with a sad look in my eyes while tap dancing.
This woman looks like she’s really going to cheat on her if the cyborg confesses that her body is made of metal. You don’t have to have a mind stone on your forehead. Ultron, I miss you…
‘Who else is married?’
Among the acquaintances I could meet right away, the inn owner Dorca and Mr. Beinya.
Mr. Bainya, the owner of the inn where Frank stayed before, asked, but he rejected it because he would tell him not to go if Mana Fran didn’t like it.
‘Then is it Dorca? It’s not like he’s going on a business trip either… ‘
Still, wouldn’t it be possible to learn the techniques to soothe an angry wife from a skilled married senior?
With such uncertain expectations, I headed to the inn, Sam’s Shelter, where I stayed before.
“… Ah, Nord.”
But before calling Dorca, she ran into Nefertiti, who seemed to be resting after lunch.
As soon as he saw me, he approached me with quick steps as if he was happy, but he couldn’t ignore it, so he stopped.
Nefertiti just stopped at a distance of about 1 meter from me. It’s 1 meter because it’s a good horse, and I can’t even fully extend one arm. She was still a very close girl.
“Go to the elves? Can I prepare?”
Nefertiti asked, shaking his head.
Maybe he thought I was here to see him. I didn’t even dare to correct her shy misunderstanding, so I was a little surprised by her words and asked back.
“Preparation, are you going to go with me?”
“… No?”
Nefertiti is noticeably sullen.
Being able to convey emotions honestly like this without changing facial expressions was a real talent. Or was it that my ability to read women’s moods increased that much?
After reading her sorrow, I hurriedly changed my words.
“No, it’s not like that! Of course, if you go with me, it will be reassuring! But isn’t it dangerous?”
“I know it’s dangerous.”
“… Why would someone who knows that well?”
“Because I’m worried.”
Nefertiti stopped talking and she stared straight ahead at me. It was Nefertiti’s peculiar eccentricity, as if he hadn’t seen it in a while.
After she secretly appealed for her favor at the museum the other day, she was the one who acted as if she was trying to avoid even making eye contact with me.
“I hate it when you get hurt. So, take me.”
She speaks softly.
The stone fastball with a full stomach was heavy.
Uh… I guess so? Nefertiti’s revenge would be difficult without me.
Of course, that bullshit was just cognitive dissonance.
I awkwardly rolled my eyes. It was an unexpected surprise that was embarrassing, but my mouth poured out words in a clearing flow, apart from the confusion of the great gall.
“All right. Let’s go together. I’m not leaving now, so I’ll come see you again.”
“When again?”
“… Big hum. As soon as possible.”
“Okay.”
This is really awkward. When Nefertiti heard my dubious reply, she grunted—it wasn’t clear, but it felt like it.
“I’ve been thinking a little about the last time.”
“Last time?”
The first thing that comes to mind is, of course, the misunderstanding that occurred at the front door because of Selena.
But isn’t that a hot topic right now? When I inadvertently asked, Nefertiti fiddled with the ring finger of her left hand.
“I don’t think there is much difference between five and six people.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think there is much difference between five and six people.”
“… Yep. I’m sure there won’t be a problem even if the party increases by one person.”
Look at you saying it again without changing a single toe.
Is it an English textbook?
“Then I’ll wait.”
─Two. Nefertiti climbed up the stairs of the inn and spoke with only her face exposed.
“… Don’t make me wait too long.”
-Because you said you would tell me about a different life.
Nefertiti whispered so and went up to her room.
It was an unexpectedly powerful enemy. The fact that the ambiguous words continue without pause, it seems that our 4th dimension lady doesn’t talk too much.
“Ok? Not nordic What are you here for? Buying a drink?”
Dorca appeared when I was standing there stupidly.
I turned the top of my neck and asked the bastard who was washing his hands as if he had just washed the dishes.
“… Hey. What should I do if I ask forgiveness from her wife?”
“What kind of bullshit are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“What is it, the fuck. I came to learn a lesson from a married senior.”
He giggled, as if he could understand just by hearing it.
“Please be kind. After all, if you live together for 10 or 20 years, you can’t live without making mistakes. Is there anything else I can do but get used to?”
“Spuffel, is that all? It’s a fucking lame way.”
“Marriage is the same as love. In terms of how damn easy it seems when you’re just listening to other people’s stories. Who would like an apology to be forgiven in the first place? Believe in the love you have given her wives.”
Dorca made the sign of the cross as if expressing condolences and spoke like a faithful priest.
“If you’re angry because I love you, I’m sure you’ll understand as much as I love you.”
It is said to endure karma and turn the circuit of hope.
Indeed, it was advice worthy of a seasoned married man.
