Chapter 676 – For Whom the Island Is Moved (4)
“You came because of my degree?”
When the Hi-Romain and the Flangungkla circus troupe got off the ship that had entered the port.
I set aside other things and started asking about that. I didn’t even say hello until after I put it in my mouth, but I wanted to say sorry while doing it.
Only Kingchi can’t help it! It’s a degree promotion!
A chance for the shit-colored master’s brooch to become silver!
“Yeah. Because of that issue, I came out as the representative of the society after finishing the lecture and returning to study the culture of Erinn. First of all, that’s because it’s an old face.”
“Thank you. Don’t be too polite.”
After saying that to Hi Romain, who seemed to be having a hard time with me, who had become a nobleman, I belatedly said hello to the people I met after a long time.
“Anyway, I’m glad I could meet you like this. Alexandra is also welcome.”
“It is an honor to welcome you.”
Alexandra greeted me politely.
The same goes for the members he greets with, and as a famous circus troupe, he seems accustomed to responding to nobles. Well, it’s a place where I received a lot of love calls from Romania.
“Really! What did everyone do to Britannia? Oh no, I’m happy though!”
It was Lalilura who was still talking gibberish as if he was bewildered.
I stepped aside slightly. It was an invitation to talk comfortably. Mr. Alexandra bowed his head in gratitude and greeted Lari Lura.
“I happened to be staying in Gorgalia when I heard the news of Count Wolfheddin and went there like this. I got to know Professor Hi Romain on the way back and forth. Could it have been explained? Countess Priscilla.”
“Countess… ?! Now wait! Don’t be kidding me!”
─Jump! Lalilura was surprised as if she had been splashed with hot water.
Alexandra smirked.
“Why is that? Isn’t it natural for the circus troupe to honor the Countess?”
“What?! Is it a hand loss?! Did Lari Lura lose her hand?! I will cry! She will cry and beg her senior to hire you for life!”
“Whoops. That’s troublesome. Like. Humility means quitting.”
Alexandra waving her hand.
─Rush! Then the members and animals came running and surrounded our juniors.
The Plangoongkula circus troupe and Lalilura started to talk friendly again. I was secretly relieved. The problem I was worried about seemed to have been resolved smoothly. ‘To be precise, it must have been resolved.’
Alexandra-san skillfully turned the conversation over to them. Before it becomes a problem. I noticed that and talked to her highro main and called her.
“You two met on the way?”
“That’s right. Isn’t the road from Romania to Bratinia similar? When I accidentally heard them talking about Count Wolfheddin, I screamed out loud.”
“It looks like God has blessed you.”
Is it because he is from Romania, the Holy Empire? It was Mr. Alexandra who helped with drinking while laughing at Hyromain’s explanation. I pointed at Veronica, who was a little blown away.
“I thought you came with a wedding invitation again.”
“Invitation… ? Are you getting married?”
“Yep. It’s a bit embarrassing.”
But now that I think about it, I told my mother-in-law, ‘I’m going to marry my third wife! Oh, I’m not your daughter’, isn’t that what you said? My heart suddenly jumps.
Fortunately, Alexandra clapped softly with a straight smile.
“Congratulations. Count Wolfhedin has been a great person since before, so now that he has become a noble, it’s not strange that he has several wives.”
“Could you please call me Mr. Nord, as before? The Flangungkula Circus is no different from Lalilura’s parents. If you do that too much, I will be very scolded by her.”
The undead-Confucian dragon in me is fucking uncomfortable with this situation.
The octopus-footed son-in-law who touched the stepdaughter she gave birth to by her breasts and married other women is being honored by her mother-in-law? Seriously, I think I’m going a little crazy.
It seems that the other world still has less water in parts.
“Yes! Senpai is also talking to Princess Britannia’s consort!!”
“I hope you understand that this is the situation. There are things that are more important than status.”
The junior who interrupts while talking with the members is shut the mouse.
“Whoop whoop. Haha! A member of our circus troupe cannot make the Count scold. I will call you Mr. Nord as I used to. Can I be a little careful in front of others?”
“Sure. Thank you for your understanding.”
Fortunately, Mr. Alexandra understood my feelings. Wow, ten years feels old.
‘Whew, yes. Nobility or something, that’s right.’
Aren’t you the one who raised the cute junior over there well?
If I’m going to brag about my status to this person, then later I’ll tell my mom and dad, ‘Uh huh! Call me Count!’? Anything in the middle is important.
Nobles aren’t punished for being friendly with commoners.
“It’s pretty hard to get wedding invitations because I don’t stay in one place, but I’m lucky.”
Then, Mr. Alexandra pointed to the northern shore.
“Is that the rumored floating island?”
“Is there a rumor going around? Maybe to Gorgalia?”
“Yeah. Rumors about Mr. Nord have also been rumored. So, we talked about stopping by for a vacation. Could you give me a seat at Mr. Nord’s wedding?”
“Of course it should.”
It makes more sense to refuse. I was just accepting it.
‘But rumors of Atlantis have spread far and wide.’
Perhaps there were as many ships that saw the operation of Atlantis.
While rumors were spreading, the truth might have been conveyed quickly, saying, “I heard that it was the island of a certain count in Britannia?” It’s a guess, but it seems to be roughly correct.
Sea people easily believe in superstitions, and are surprisingly lighthearted.
Ownership disputes might be more annoying.
“… Pooh!”
As she did so, Lari Lula escaped from her grip that was blocking her mouth.
“Okay, folks! Would you like to perform at Veronica’s wedding with me?”
“Show?”
“Yes♡! Of course, the flangungula circus performance is a hundred times better than a puppet! I think it will be something like a dance, not a circus!”
At Ralilura’s suggestion, the members made eye contact and said.
“You mean we’re going to perform? We’re fine… 〉
〈Larilura will take care of the performance fee☆! I made a lot of money!〉
‘No, not that. Are you going to join the show too?〉
Wow, look at the talk. A fish completely out of water.
I was smiling softly, remembering the first meeting, when Alexandra asked a question.
〈Aha♡! Of course! Do you know how much her pride was scratched when she heard her say ‘former ace’ on the boat?” It was Lari Lula, with her hands on her chest and waist, and her triumphantly stretching her shoulders. I guess I can just let it roll over there. I turned my back on her and left her behind. Anyway, Veronica and Nefertiti are also waiting. Isn’t it time to wrap up the story for now and leave a term? Then, Hyromain held out an envelope. “This is a paper from academia. The explanation is enclosed inside, but I think the content is probably not much different from what you know.” “Oh, thank you.” As she answered, she quickly grabbed the papers. Nothing has been confirmed yet, but it makes me laugh. Hehe, promotion. It’s a promotion! My Precious!
Of course, compared to my lineup of titles, being a master of archeology might not mean that much. But anyone who has ever rolled a little in this field knows.
People call others ‘Doctor’, but they never call ‘Master’… !
So, it was a matter of pride.
It’s like it’s ugly and idiot-like to be rude to a friend of mine and say, “Yeah, I have a higher salary.”
I want you to imagine. Isn’t the appearance of this wedding day already clear in the eyes?
The Workshop Leader of the Dynamis Workshop. Restorer of mana granting techniques.
A foreigner, self-made Count of Britannia.
Mithril class master and wizard.
The appearance of the moderator who had to awkwardly omit or blurt out vaguely while looking at the ‘master’s fellow’ written at the very end of the resume while giving such a title!
It’s worse because the other achievements are outstanding.
Skilled people who want to get a job at Samsungjeonjeon do not bother to write JLPT N5 on their resume.
A qualification that is not related to work or compared to other achievements. This is because you may not be able to use them when you are interviewing for an interview.
Does that obliterate my master’s degree, the twisted illegitimate son of my graduate student days?
‘It’s bullshit.’
Fuck, why did I go through all that hard work?
If you want to quit with a master’s degree – if you can afford it – it’s right to take a doctorate from what you started. This is a part acknowledged by Ha Dong-hun, a master’s degree student at the Department of Theater and Film.
“Thank you.”
So I was able to unselfishly shake hands with High Romain who brought me this matter.
──Not all professors in the world are evil.
It was a truth that he learned while fighting Horsha and led to the acquisition of the Aura.
Just as there was an ogre king who was deprived of his thesis and turned into a twisted graduate student, there were professors who gave their books and thesis to others.
My advisor, Professor Brammaton from the Department of Linguistics at the University of Carmine, is a good example.
“I’ll say it again, I’m an aristocrat and I don’t want to be treated like that, so I hope to continue a good relationship with the professor in the future.”
“I, I don’t know what to do when you say that to someone like me.”
“Haha. Don’t be so Professor Hyromain is not a famous scholar in the field of archeology. Aren’t there a lot of aristocrats who support doctorate-level people and close friends?”
“Ah, thank you.”
However, even when I approached, Professor Hi Romain still looked a little awkward.
Sval, I don’t think it’s because I’m an aristocrat. I silently rolled my eyes. Then, I was able to find a woman with horns who was smoking a cigarette.
“Alice?”
Hey. Are you the culprit? Unicorn Alice flinched.
“Yep! Nord! Did you call!”
“Yes. You call me Lord Nord, not Count Wolfheddin? In terms of ‘your standard’, it seems that it is more noble than the aristocratic status of human society, right?”
“That, that, that’s not, isn’t it?”
Alice started breaking out in a cold sweat. I knew that.
‘You bastard, since you’re Wolfheddin, you’ve covered all the talk about being a seeker?’
While talking about the curse of the unicorn and Haoju, it seems that I blew all the Miju to my favorite chuman.
So did Veronica, but perhaps loyalty is written into Sleipnir’s DNA? Fucking bicorns and unicorns want their owners.
The unicorn warlock was also very loyal.
‘No, actually, it doesn’t matter much if High Romain knows about our situation.’
It is her right, Alice, her party, to speak to her intimates.
Whatever you’re going to say about it, I shouldn’t have told Veronica and me to her wives.
‘Rather than that, it worked out rather well.’
It’s just nice to save you the trouble of explaining.
I smiled kindly and said to Hiro Main.
“Now that your business is over, the professor will go back to research the history of Erinn. Of course, it won’t be easy to build a kite with the people of Ulster.”
“… It does.”
Was it because my worries were facts? Hyromain laughed bitterly.
“In the colony where I learned the magic of copying (Pingere), I have been studying for a long time, so I don’t have any more records to get. We need to find a new colony for new research or cross-validation.”
“You are suffering a lot.”
Ulster people originally rejected outsiders. How many times have I not experienced it?
Because of the culture that does not leave records, in order to do research, you have to listen directly to the people who are passing on the knowledge.
‘But what if someone arranges for it?’
Just like I, as Dana’s husband, pierced her face free pass.
Feeling a sense of foreboding, I laughed sinisterly. That smile disappeared without a trace when Hiro Main looked up at her, so it was only the trembling Alice who saw it.
“By the way, Professor. It just happened that I had some ties there.”
“Yeah?”
“The head priest of the Picts, a collateral descendant of Erinn, wants to break the rules after a certain incident and leave the history and magic of Picts as a book.”
“Pict? Could it be that you are the source of copy magic?!”
I could see Hi Romain’s eyes rolling at the news I brought out. She took the bait.
Why do garbage professors without love steal papers?
Tired of writing a new thesis? Of course there is that too.
However, the more fundamental reason was that there was simply no material to write a thesis on.
That’s why evil professors scour new perspectives painstakingly written by graduate students and lab slaves. That is to say, they steal ideas.
So, what if someone gives you a paper for free?
“That Pict’s priest, the history and magic passed down from generation to generation… With a book?!”
It was a natural reaction to this.
“Yeah. However, it seems that you are having quite a difficult time writing. He has a deep relationship with us, so I would like to help him if possible.”
I gently floated my rhyme and said I was sad.
And while I’m talking, I’ll repeat what I’ve said several times.
“If the professor’s teaching ability is proven, I can act as mediator with him.”
“Please do anything!!!”
──Scholars are creatures that jump up when they think of the topic of their thesis even while eating.
‘Instructor Ilta, who will educate the bicorns on common sense, has come rolling in.’
Hooking up with connections.
Isn’t this a fisher of men?
