Chapter 468 – Field Marshal Tormund
“Goodbye, cool guy.”
The female mercenary lightly tapped Seojun’s chest and got into the carriage with her group.
Then he turns around and looks at Seojun, and lifts the hem of his clothes.
Breasts that look like they have a bowl of rice on them.
There were reddish marks around the dark brown nipples, as if they had been sucked by a mosquito.
The mercenary let out a bright laugh, lowered the hem of his clothes again, put his hands around his mouth, and shouted at the top of his voice.
“See you later! If there is a connection!”
The other mercenaries were whistling and teasing the female mercenary, telling her to get married.
Seojun smiled and waved his hand.
Gwaik-
Just then, the inn door opened behind her, and Andalote came out.
Seojun quickly put down her hand as if nothing had happened, cleared his throat, and headed towards the cart she had ridden with the other day.
The coachman was combing the mane of a pony-colored pony.
The pony recognizes Seojun and Andalote and purrs.
“Ah, you came. “Did you sleep well last night?”
Sleep well, you must have been busy doing something like that-?
The coachman asked with that exact expression.
Seojun shrugged his shoulders without any response and got on the back of the cart, but Andalote’s expression hardened as if he had been stabbed, but he suddenly came to his senses when he saw Seojun’s outstretched hand.
“Ah, thank you.”
“What?”
Andalote, who was sitting quietly next to Seojun, put down the bonnet and glanced toward the carriage where the mercenaries were making a fuss.
Last night, Andalote couldn’t sleep even a wink.
It was because of Seojun.
After eating a decent meal, the two lay side by side on a small bed and went to sleep.
My eyes were so watery that I wondered if I could sleep.
There were all kinds of patterns on the ceiling, stained by rainwater, and you could even hear the crunching sound of mice scratching the walls. I didn’t know when the blanket and sheets had been washed, but they had a musty smell, and it was itchy where my skin touched.
Aang- Aang- I like it there- harder-
More than anything, the sound of her men and women intertwined and clashing against each other was annoying.
I thought I couldn’t sleep like this, so I thought about getting up for a moment and going for a night walk…
She also pressed down her eyelids because Seojun, who was lying across from her, seemed to be sleeping soundly.
But for some reason, the guy’s breathing suddenly became a little heavier, and he slowly lifted the blanket and got up.
His hand brushed here and there over her eyelashes.
It seemed like they were checking to see if she was asleep or not, so Andalote desperately pretended to sleep.
I still don’t know why that happened. It should have just happened- If it had…
Anyway, it was a late regret now.
Anyway, after confirming that she was asleep, he quietly left her room, muffled by her footsteps.
As soon as Seojun left, she jumped up and listened.
I could tell right away where the guy’s destination was.
There was a knocking sound in the room next door, and someone came out and had a quiet conversation with the guy.
It was a female mercenary whose name was unknown.
Yes, that freckled girl who just showed off her breasts after being kicked by Seojun.
The man and woman talked about various things and then kissed.
We went into the room we had previously reserved together and started to mix in hastily.
When Seojun came back, several hours later, it was deep into dawn.
Again, not only did he hear footsteps, but even the sound of his breathing was silenced – he carefully laid down on the bed in case his mother woke up.
Then, as if her excitement had not yet subsided, he gently hugged her, letting out her rough breath.
The guy stayed like that for a while, wheezing.
The rough breath in her ear made skin appear all over the back of her neck. I wanted to shake her neck, but I held back.
“Mom···. Are you sleeping?”
When I suddenly asked that question, Andalote almost opened her eyes without realizing it.
Fortunately, she didn’t react, and Seojun, who let out a sigh of regret, turned her body in the opposite direction.
And then it seemed like he fell asleep.
Why did you do that-. Why?
Andalote could not understand that action.
But she couldn’t ask.
She didn’t want to be caught pretending to sleep last night.
“Hey! Let’s go, you bastard! “A diligent horse eats one more carrot!”
Whatever her feelings, her cart started running again, and she raised her head and looked at the inn building slowly moving away.
Even though she was dirty and smelly, I thought she had some charm, but now she doesn’t.
Hey, hey! She felt like spitting on her.
“`
After half a day’s ride she arrived at the commercial city of Pendington.
The two passed the inspection without incident.
When Seo-jun said that his wife was badly burned and that her appearance was disgraceful, her security guard held out his hand with a disgusted expression.
When the junior soldier said that he still needed to confirm his identity, the senior soldier took off his jacket.
“Hey you stupid bastard! Do you want to spit up what you ate today?”
So the cart passed through the castle gate safely.
Anyway, I hid her hair and modified her face, but it was better not to expose it as much as possible.
“Here’s your wages.”
“Thank you.”
The driver who received the money whistles and drives away with the cart.
As I explained on the way, I’ll go to a bar and spend half of the money I earned on beer.
“Now there are really two of us.”
Seojun mutters with a faint smile.
It’s true.
Andalote shook her shoulders at the fact that they were alone in this unfamiliar city.
“They say Tormund is in the eastern district. Because this is the west… “I have to cross the bridge in the center of the city.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
It was around noon when the sun was at its peak.
I saw a grey-brown stone building, a dark brown gable roof, and things like peppers, jujubes, and garlic hanging on ropes.
In the center of the city, the Thames Canal was flowing leisurely, and numerous small boats were going back and forth.
We also saw merchants carrying loads of fruit and straw, and fishermen dancing half-naked while drunk.
“Haha, mom, look at that.”
“···I mourn deeply.”
A fisherman with a red face was shaking his trousers back and forth as if showing off his sturdy body.
The women who had gone through all the hardships of childbirth clapped their hands and laughed, but Andalote covered her eyes with her palms, saying it was uncouth. It was an expression that made Seojun want to cover his eyes, too.
The two passed the wooden bridge across the wide canal and headed toward the night market.
Kangkang-!
As soon as they entered the place, the sound of metal being struck, cooled, and forged greeted the two people.
They were lost in their own world and did not even pay attention to anyone who passed by the blacksmith shop.
Sometimes, “Let’s take a look at the items here!” “They give it to you very cheaply!” Those who were soliciting customers were all day laborers, not night traders.
There was a blacksmith shop with spears and swords on stands, and in some places it seemed like they were making things like belts and leather armor by weaving iron into leather.
And most of them were places where plows, nails, hoe, and shovels were made.
“There it is. Horn ox blacksmith.”
Seojun pointed to a corner of the night market.
There wasn’t a single customer looking at the goods there, and the terrible smell of urine and feces stung your nose – so in many ways, it wasn’t a place I would visit.
There was even a dead rat with its tongue pulled out on the stand, and Andalote, who has sensitive senses, pinched her nose without realizing it.
Seojun approached without any hesitation and suddenly knocked on the door.
[What! Who else!]
When a voice like that was heard from inside, Seojun said that he had come to see the leader Tormund.
It’s clanking from inside! There was the sound of metal being thrown, and the door suddenly opened.
“···Do you have something to do with me?”
The two people who were trying to say hello had to lower their gaze for a long time.
Tormund.
You should have guessed it from the name.
He was a small race, not even half the weight of an average person.
“`
Tormund looked like the creator had pushed down a huge, muscular man from top to bottom.
The small limb muscles were swollen like a water balloon filled with water, and the red beard that fell down to his waist was braided into pigtails.
His hands and feet were as big as a pot lid, and compared to his childlike stature, his face was full of nervous wrinkles.
They say you can read a person’s life from his face.
If you were to judge his life by those grim eye wrinkles and firm mouth, it was clear that it was a life full of anger, filled with all kinds of misfortune and dissatisfaction.
“Why, is this your first time seeing a flame?”
As Tormund stood at an angle in the doorway, he asked pointedly:
The word Yeomin meant a human being with a beard.
Instead of using such words, ordinary people would call them dwarfs, half-humans, half-cuts, etc.
Of course, that word was interpreted as meaning inferior to sinful people, so it was difficult to get a positive response from them.
“You have a nice beard.”
“… I guess I heard that somewhere.”
To impress them, you had to know one or the other.
One was to compliment a nice beard, and the other was, well, it was alcohol, of course.
There was no easier way to win their favor than by providing them with high-quality alcohol.
They thought that the stronger the alcohol, the more real it was.
To put it mildly, as soon as they were born, they held their ankles and put them in a liquor jar and then removed them, which was a traditional ritual to pray for them to grow up healthy, so it was a testament to how serious they were about alcohol.
“Sorry, but I don’t have any alcohol.”
“Well, that’s enough. “I’m not shameless enough to ask someone I meet for the first time to give me a drink.”
Tormund lifted his eyebrows, which were as thick and bushy as his beard, and looked at the woman next to Seojun.
Her eyebrows furrowed, then her nose fluttered, and then her eyes fluttered open.
“···Woodman! “It’s been a while since I saw the wooden person again?”
At those words, not only Seojun but also Andalote was surprised and closed her mouth.
“Don’t ask me how I knew. The smell of grass is so strong, how can you not recognize it? What’s more, we used to fight in such a disgusting way, but I couldn’t have known… “Keuhum…!”
Tormund quickly swallowed his words as if he had said something impossible.
Originally, the small people did not get along very well with the wood people.
A small race of people who worship the god of fire and quenching, wood people who live in the forest of their ancestors.
They were clearly opposites of each other.
It was after the war of conquest of the empire that their deep feelings disappeared.
The imperial warhorse swept away everything.
No, to be exact, ‘almost’ everything.
Numerous kingdoms disappeared, and countless species were exterminated, but not everyone was swept away by the fire of war.
Like the tunnel rats, there were those who acknowledged the rule of the empire and crouched under it.
They were the dwarf race.
Therefore, they still maintained their own kingdom in the east. Even though it was in the form of a vassal state.
So, how can they, who call themselves true men, talk about the old days in front of the wooden people who resisted to the end and were destroyed?
It would have been less embarrassing to wrinkle in front of the chrysalis.
Rattling-
But suddenly, the half-open blacksmith shop door swung open.
“Dad! Who is it?”
Someone sticks their head through the crack in the door and shouts.
He was a handsome young man with dark soot on his white face.
Sniff-
Seojun wrinkled his nose.
He was not a young man.
It was a woman dressed as a man.
