Chapter 45 – The Heavy Smoker and the Wheat Reaper (3)
“Tartarnian elves do not believe the words of those who do not act.”
Tatarnia?
I tilted my head at the first place name I heard. What could be the country of the elves? The elf, who confidently introduced the village he had never heard of before, said to the man standing next to him.
“Rodrigo, bring me the scythe.”
“Yes. Master.”
At that, the man bowed his head. Seeing that he was the master, he must have been a slave. I didn’t recognize the outfit because it was a farmer’s outfit.
‘There are even secretaries and slaves in the world.’
What kind of fucking small business are you?
Still, the appearance of the slave was quite bleak. The physique is strong and the complexion is good. Since he was a serf who had to work hard, he seemed to take good care of his food.
─Sereung.
A serf named Rodrigo came from a wagon with a scythe. It was an agricultural scythe with a sharpened blade attached to a long pole like a spear.
“Reap the wheat in front of me with this sickle.”
Hotulusil took the scythe from his friend and said.
“I will entrust the harvest to those who are skilled. Those who do not fall into harvesting wheat and threshing. More than that.”
Our party noticed each other at the sight of the elf in the straw hat talking only to that point and keeping his mouth shut.
The first to step out was an elder, middle-aged adventurer.
“Where, then, give it to me. I come from a farming family.”
He said as he loosened the belt on his waist. No fuck but why is this crazy bastard suddenly trying to take off his pants?
Frank and I were horrified at the sudden exhibitionist coming out and backed away, but adventurer Ajae had unfastened his sword belt, not his pants belt.
Clap.
Swish-.
After taking off the scabbard, the middle-aged man went to Rodrigo and took the scythe. Shit, i’m glad It wasn’t the exhibitionist pervert man, he just took off the scabbard because it bothered me while working.
“Two!”
However, the old man who couldn’t learn and ate it spit on my hand and rubbed it.
No, this shit! If you do that shit, the next hitter will have to use your drool-stained scythe! Surprised, I tried to protest something, but the straw hat dude who was watching it made an impression before me.
“Hey. Don’t spit on the scythe. Dirty.”
“Ok? Huh true. Elven nari. I don’t know if you’re familiar with it, but this is how farming tools stick to your hands.”
“It’s not my business. If you can’t do your job without spitting, take on another job.”
“Sheesh. I get it.”
After wiping the saliva on his pants, the old man grabbed the scythe again.
It’s still dirty, but better than before. It’s fortunate that that elf also has a sense of hygiene. My liking for Hotulusil slightly rose.
‘Yes. Not all elves are bastards.’
I reflected a little on my prejudiced preconceived notions.
Since I had been badly burned by the Chinese, I shouldn’t have treated all the Chinese like firecrackers. So what is the difference between racism and discrimination?
Until you observe the result, you can’t tell whether the other person is a ttag or a jjang. This is the famous Schrödinger’s Chinese theory.
I decided to introduce this theory into another world.
The so-called Schrödinger’s dick.
Hotulusil could be a dick or a good dude, depending on my observations. You don’t know yet until you experience it.
Didn’t Gentrick’s grandpa positively evaluate that elf? I didn’t even want to be a saint, so I just wanted to be a proper elf.
“Ew-!!”
At that time, a middle-aged man holding a scythe waved his arm with a loud cheer.
Whiik!!
Pasasac!!
The scythe with a rough swing cut the wheat in half. It was at the level of barely cutting off the grain of wheat, leaving the top for a long time from the root.
Damn, can you call this a harvest? Shouldn’t it be called beheading? Wheat should have turned into a fucking weed.
“Leaving out.”
Hotulusil said in a stern voice.
“You carry the harvested wheat. Don’t even thresh it. Never.”
“Damn it. It’s all because she didn’t spit on her hands.”
The middle-aged father grumbled, but did not protest. He must have thought that this was not a little bit. He was a man with a conscience, even if he had no idea of hygiene.
“I will do it next.”
The young adventurer who hadn’t said anything jumped out as the next hitter. He was a damn quick-witted guy. The guy who gets evaluated this time will be compared to that old man, so it would be easy to be seen as good.
The young adventurer who received the scythe started scythe. This guy was also from a farming family, so his form was quite caught.
Saaak— Saaak—.
Wheat that is being cut smoothly. Hotulusil watched the young man wielding the scythe for a while before saying.
“Stop. Suffice. I entrust you with the harvest. So next…”
Retrieving the scythe from the young man, the Straw Hat Elf hesitated as he tried to face me. His gaze stopped on Fran.
‘What? Do you hate dwarves because you’re an elf?’
Even though it was the same ‘F’, the elves and dwarves were growling at each other. It’s kind of like Japan-Korea relations. Close people get along well, but serious people treat them as enemies of their parents.
“… Dwarf. Can you wield a scythe?”
Hotulusil said. I was worried that this bastard might be trying to be racist, but it was purely questioning.
Then, Fran looked up at the scythe, which was nearly twice her height, and asked with cold eyes.
“Wield this… ? Me… ?”
Oh, I see.
Fran is as strong as I am, but she is less than 160 cm tall. That scythe was too big for Fran. It almost feels like a prefabricated hanger.
Hotulusil also responded as if he knew about Fran’s reaction.
“Excuse me. I will bring you a small scythe.”
“Nope. I’ll just carry the cart. I’ve done that job. Is Nord okay?”
I nodded my head at the question as I glanced at him. It’s because it’s too much to insist that you want to be with your lover until you come to work.
“It doesn’t matter as long as you like it. Let it be.”
Hotulusil replied nonchalantly, as if it was a good thing. You’re a bastard who only talks so damn dryly.
Still, a boss who only talks about business matters is a pretty decent type.
A boss who doesn’t bother you privately and doesn’t touch you if you make things hard. It must have been the type of person that some office workers suffering from bad bosses wished for.
When I thought that, Hotulusil began to look like a decent guy in my eyes.
Perhaps because of Yerna, the expectations of character I demand from elves have been greatly lowered.
If I witnessed an elf kicking a kitten in the rain, I would say, “You are good kicking friends!”
“Now, it is your turn.”
Hotulusil held out a scythe to me. I took it and wrapped it tightly in her hand.
-Chin.
Woo-wook…
It’s lukewarm, so it feels like hard wood.
It was a familiar feeling.
“Hehe.”
A low laugh broke out.
Even so, I had experienced farming on Earth. It was because my parents’ family was a farm and the military base was also in the rear, so I often went out to support the people.
Our regiment, like a rear unit, went through a lot. It was all the more so because the company commander had given up on promotion.
Thanks to this, every time there was a water crisis, we saved soldiers who would go out to support the farmhouse by risking going out.
While going out to support the people like that, there was an occasion to help with the harvest, but Corporal Kang Buk-ho, who was still a young anchovy at the time, had to compensate for his lack of physical strength with skills.
The face of the peasant man I met while working at that time had already disappeared from my memory——but these hands still remembered the sensations of those days.
Shuwaaaaa-
Beast return, which manifested as a shadowless spear, covered his body. It was confirmed that there would be no side effects. I have to use it whenever I have a chance. Wouldn’t my mana barrel also grow?
So I lightly swung the scythe with the buff applied.
─Shoot!
With a sharp touch, the wheat in a wide radius was cut. The sound effect was different from the others.
It’s fair. I, Kang Buk-ho, was a man who mowed with a scythe when mowing in the army.
Harvest days are even laughable.
Shoot aaaaa—.
Then the wind blew and the wheat fields shook.
──No, no. Not because the wind blew, but because the grains of wheat that witnessed my scythe felt their own death and trembled. In response, you are right.
“Are you afraid?”
I asked the wheat.
“I am afraid too. My strength.”
The farming scythe was in the form of taking a life. He muttered lowly as he pulled the scythe.
“From now on, I am——your Grim Reaper.”
In the Western world, the image of a god of death holding a scythe was born as a personification of death that reaps life. Therefore, I, who harvests the life of wheat, could be said to be the messenger of the wheat field.
“—Manhae (卍解).”
I used the deadly skill of the death god according to national rules.
“Cheonbonnong-gyeom Eom Bok-dong.”
─Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
Cut
Cut
Cut, cut again, cut again and again.
Every time my scythe danced, thousands of wheat died. I unleashed a series of attacks in left and right directions without rest, demonstrating my superior physical strength and skill.
That’s right——now I am truly a human tractor!!
Nord, the Flour Butcher, refers to me!!
Shoot aaaaa!!
─Remember.
With his finish, he swung his scythe and cut down the wheat in his area before stopping his haze.
As a result, none of the grains of wheat standing in front of me existed. In less than 5 seconds, I had achieved a far greater achievement than the previous two.
From this time on, this place was a market for the harvesting industry.
“Excellent.”
Clap clap clap!
Hotulusil, who saw my manhae, clapped his hands. He was a dry applause, but his face looked really satisfied.
“I won’t entrust you with harvesting. But can you keep the magic going?”
“Even if I don’t have it, I’ll do just as well as everyone else.”
The strengthening effect of mana is passive. How can Nord, a forager in another world, who has a muscular body and a mana buff, do what Anchovy Kang Buk-ho did? Just talking about it hurts my mouth.
“You are full of confidence. Still, looking at the posture, I can believe it. … Are you thinking of getting a job at our farm? I promise to treat you like family.”
“I don’t like it.”
If you need a family, get married or have a baby.
“Sorry. Come back whenever you change your mind.”
When I refused with a sweet pumpkin, the straw hat’s cock licked my lips. Then he spoke bluntly to our group.
“Then do your best. I hope you will work hard.”
***
After Hotulusil left, we began harvesting in earnest.
Retrieving the harvested wheat or rice is done by others. I just need to relax and send the mills to the gallows at the right speed.
Shoot! Shoot!
In front of my death farming-scythe, the lives of the wheat field dying from autumn leaves. I swung the scythe as if pulling weeds in the animal forest.
Simple labor is not very strenuous for those who have the physical ability to do it easily.
To me who received the Beast Return buff, it was like a skein of wheat. At the fingertips of harvesting wheat, there is only the feeling of breaking a spider web.
It seems that the scythe is a pretty good thing. Curious, I stopped and looked at the scythe’s manufacturer.
─Made by 「Clara」.
No, it was the fucking Clara.
The maker of the scythe was a blacksmith, a married woman who sold me leather armor pants. She’s the young woman who, surprised by my size, dumped me after confessing to her on her own.
How come you love iron so much, but you also make farm tools?
It was not surprising since the main source of income for blacksmiths is making and repairing agricultural tools.
It is said that sometimes adventurers buy expensive weapons or armor to earn money, and they usually repair rusty and broken farm equipment to earn living expenses.
Einhir, where Carmine University was located, was a trading city, so I rarely saw blacksmiths selling agricultural tools.
Seeing the name of someone I knew in an unexpected place gave me a strangely blissful feeling. Then I focused again and sold out on the harvest.
Shoot evil! Shoot evil!
With such a moderate pace distribution, the harvest continued.
It’s not like they get paid more for doing more of these things. It is the logic of the world that a person who does a good job receives more work as a gift. I also worked leisurely while thinking about other things in moderation.
And at a time like this, I could only think of one thing.
‘Ah—I want to touch Franzizzi—.’
As I wield a scythe, I think of our cute Fran’s violent milk in my head.
Franchise Wangjizzi… The world’s softest jizzi… The best of Britannia…
Fran’s big breasts are the best. If it’s Fran’s chest, I can touch it all day long. The soft touch that touches you gently is like an angel’s silk clothes.
When you cross your arms, when you are embraced, when you come next to you, the big breasts of the franc that touches you without hesitation. I was also busy suppressing the drooping philtrum while calming down the Juiconda every time.
Fuck stem cells. The greatest cell is the heart. Even the minions of Skynet, who hate creatures made of flesh and blood, will surrender to the Human Liberation Army if they touch the big breasts once.
Like this, big breasts are always right.
As the saying goes, her wife’s beauty lasts three years and her wisdom lasts thirty years. But that’s wrong. The love that lasts the longest is the heart. Heart is forever
It’s an impossible assumption, but even if Frann does something wrong and ends up fighting me, the fight will be my defeat the moment Frann is banned from breasts. It was a kind of trade retaliation.
In Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Guan Yu is said to have endured while playing Go even when Hua Tuo stabbed him in the shoulder, but I don’t think I’ll know if Frank puts his chest on my face, even if he opens his ribs and replaces my heart.
This is the true truth of the world.
There is no one who refutes the fact that 1 + 1 equals 2 except idiots who believe in the Earth’s disk half line. Just as 1 + 1 equals 2, each person’s two breasts were the same providence of the three thousand worlds as the truth of the universe.
And if it is the same 1, you should choose a larger 1.
500ml Coke 1+1 and 1.5L Coke 1+1 are the same price? Then, of course, choosing the 1.5L was a logical choice.
It’s the same price, but I didn’t dare choose a 500ml fat can! That’s the idea of a pedophile. Even if he is sentenced to death, he is innocent.
Do you like canned cola because it is cooler and less carbonated? Stupid doors and guys. Make excuses at the National Institute of the Korean Language.
-Stand up.
After scytheing for such a long time, I straightened my back once.
It’s not because I’m having a hard time, it’s because I’ve realized the importance of my waist while thinking about Fran. My body was no longer my own.
Ever since that full moon night, my body belonged to Fran too.
When I fucking think about it, it’s fucking amazing. Until now, the only person who owned my body other than me was the Korean Army, who had exploded.
Anyway, the harvest has been quite a lot. Looking back at the wheat fields I passed, I saw that a wheat field almost half the size of the playground had been harvested. Maybe it was because he was thinking about the shape of Fran’s breasts, so he was speeding up his work.
Swak- Swak- Swak-!
Another surprising thing. It seems like it’s been quite a while, but Beast Return doesn’t show any signs of unraveling.
Did my mana barrel increase that much? Since I couldn’t measure the time accurately, I had no idea how much it had increased.
Every time this happens, the pocket watch gets hungry. Next time I’ll go with Fran and set a watch or something.
Shit, but buying only mine is a bit Eva. Shouldn’t you match the franc too? How much is 2 fucking watches? I don’t know if I can live with my savings.
The total amount of money I’ve collected so far is 5 silver. It’s a fucking small amount, but I hope you understand. There was no separate salary during the slavery days, and the money received before the master’s degree was 1 silver per month.
With that, he collected a large sum of 5 silver in 3 and a half years, so he should be praised.
‘Should I invite you on a date next time?’
Find out the price of the watch and ask Fran if he has time. Come to think of it, I still didn’t know much about Fran’s birthday or hobbies.
Let’s ask one by one later when we have time. With that in mind, I resumed harvesting.
Average blank out during work hours