Chapter 469 – First Mission
Seojun spoke bluntly.
“My comrades have been captured by the tunnel rats. Please help us save them.”
He did not forget to say that he had come on the introduction of Count Howl, the leader of the investigation.
However, the dwarf race with long, flowing beards looked very perplexed.
“The late Aesongi became the head of the empire’s investigation team. Time flies so fast… That guy has some debt. If he had come to me directly and asked, I would have done my best to help.”
Tormund shrugged.
“But you’re not that guy Howl. The fact that I came here because of that guy is just a rumor.”
Andalote, who was stamping his feet, quickly intervened.
“How could it not work?”
Loudly – Tormund clearing his throat.
He continued talking while fiddling with his beard that was braided into two braids.
“I’m not saying I won’t help. Instead, they must pay a reasonable price – this means that it will be an equal transaction for both parties.”
“I can give you any amount of money!”
Andalote shouted.
In fact, she sold off Bullpen’s business and kept a significant amount of precious metals.
Perhaps, there would be no shortage of land with a castle attached to it.
However, the small race shook its head.
That wasn’t what he wanted.
“I want you to help me.”
“Is there anything we can help you with?”
In response to Seojun’s question, the red-haired girl, who was still sticking her head out through the crack in the door and watching the conversation between the three men and women with interest, screamed out loud.
“Scold me!”
“What?”
“Bad guys are harassing Dad in droves! Don’t you order a lot of stuff and then just say you’ve never done that before? Every night, they throw urine and feces and run away! They are spreading rumors everywhere that the products made here are trash that will break down in just a day and a half!”
As she went behind her, her voice grew louder, and eventually she had tears in her eyes and continued to huff and puff for a while after she finished speaking.
Tormund, who tried to stop him at first, let out a sigh and wiped his face.
“That girl’s name is Nori. “She’s my daughter.”
“It’s my son!”
“… Ignore what he says. Nori! “You can’t go inside!”
Nori, the woman who shrugged her shoulders at Tormund’s shout, hummed! He snorted and grunted as he entered the blacksmith shop.
It didn’t go in completely. I could see a glimpse of red hair as if he was hiding behind the door.
“Are you your biological daughter?”
When Seojun asked that thoughtlessly, Andalote gently pinched his arm from next to him.
What I meant was why are you asking that?
However, Tormund, who was laughing, answered that he was fully capable of asking such questions.
“This is a child born to a deceased wife. “You were full before you met me.”
Was it like that?
In general, sub-racial mixed blood often followed the characteristics of that group.
If Nori were of mixed race, his hands and feet would have been as big as a pot lid, his body would have been cut in half, and his height would have been cut in half.
However, she was two heads taller than Tormund, her waist was slim, her skin was white, and her hands and feet were very small.
“Well, to be honest, it’s not my baby. Still, I love that kid. So, I would like to ask you this favor. To be honest, I don’t even care about the pointless tricks of the idiots. Aren’t these things that are not long-lived species? At most, I will live for half a hundred years. “They and their children will die before me, so what’s the point of feeling resentful?”
It’s all because of that daughter – someday, when he dies, he wants to pass on at least a prosperous blacksmith shop – said the bearded cow.
He said that only then would I have the dignity to see my wife in the future -.
It was quite touching, but Seojun had other thoughts in his head.
It is a combination of a human woman and a dwarf race… I can’t imagine in many ways.
What was the position?
I guess the top position would have been the most comfortable, right?
To do the junior position, the woman should lie down, and the small man should stand and just shake his hips. A riding position wouldn’t be bad, but would a face-to-face sitting position work? Let’s take a look, what is the size of the lower abdomen of the dwarfs?
Since Seojun was silent, Andalote quickly intervened.
“Is there any danger to the child? “You must be worried about that too.”
“···That’s right.”
Tormund shook his head, looking somewhat shaken.
The small man, who was quietly watching the wooden man hug the black-haired man’s arm and look up with deep eyes, said, Ah! And he clapped his hands as if he realized something.
“For some reason, it didn’t seem like they were a couple! Is it really your son?”
“···Yes. “This is my child.”
“Oh my god of tempering! How did you share love with the human race? How was your night? You must have attacked me at no time, were you able to withstand it? “Their sex drive is so fucking crazy!”
Tormund stared at her with such excitement that she started drooling, but then quickly shut her mouth as her expression darkened.
“Hmm… I’m sorry. “Then where is your husband now?”
“I killed him.”
“Oh my gosh…!”
Tormund sank.
There was an uncomfortable atmosphere for a moment, and then he summarized the story.
“···Anyway, that’s what I want. “I will help you, so you can help me too.”
“Good.”
Seojun answered immediately.
“It’s nice because it’s refreshing. “You took care of your son well, huh?”
“Of course!”
Even at the insignificant compliment, Andalote smiled like a flower again.
And Seojun heard the exact story of what happened to those evil neighbors.
As he spoke, the red hair visible beyond the door moved bustlingly.
As if he wanted to intervene too.
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The first target was O’Malley, the administrator of this city, Pendington.
“O’Malley, that guy is as tall and skinny as a hawk. He is no different from the imaginary wabi erected on the rice field ridge. He looks so weak that if you hit his knee, you’d think it would break in an instant. Oh, not that he ever imagined that.”
The way he fucked up the small race manager was quite vicious. He ordered close to a hundred iron nails, chains, and hinges, and when he made them and took them away, he pretended that he had never ordered anything.
Since it was ordered by the government office, I thought there would be no chance of being ripped off.
Because of that, he didn’t say anything about the delay in the down payment.
“That bastard. He must have been influenced by the field team union. Or maybe he received kickbacks. I think it’s both. Kaaaaak- tuet!”
He visited several times, but never received a single penny, and the items were still piled up in the warehouse.
“Hmm, could you please give me a weapon? “If I can solve this problem.”
The dwarf race believes in Attar, the god of fire and quenching.
There were so many great masters. You may not know it, but this guy, Tormund, must also be a field commander with considerable skills.
If he makes a weapon, it will be a great sword.
Maybe it can be compared to the items sold at coin shops.
“That’s impossible.”
However, the answer that came back from the dwarf race was NO.
“I don’t make weapons. I swore to Athar that I would no longer make swords or axes. Steel exists to save people. “It’s not for killing.”
He is an old man with a strange philosophy.
“Then what about armor?”
“Armor is possible.”
Only then did Seojun return to the main topic.
“So, O’Malley or whatever, just catch him and kick him? Should I hold him, break his limbs one by one, pull out his claws one by one, and ask him kindly? “Have you really never ordered anything from a horn blacksmith shop?”
“Crazy!”
So Injong waved his hand in disgust.
“How did you hear what I just said! No killing! Absoluteness! All I ask is for this matter to be resolved amicably! In the end, blood only calls for blood!”
The argument was what would happen if the bastards who harmed O’Malley, the administrator, or those around her, harbored a desire for revenge on her daughter.
“What if we take care of all of them too?”
“···.”
Tormund narrowed his eyes.
When Seojun held out his hand and said he understood, he explained about his workplace, the house he lived in, his family relationships, and the soldiers guarding the place.
How do they know so much about it?
Wasn’t it the intention to catch them in the first place?
“I promise.” “I won’t see blood.”
Seojun answered that he would understand and left the horned cow blacksmith shop.
I felt eyes from all directions.
His eyes are wary, wondering why that guy is coming out of there.
I thought it must be such a hard life, with enemies everywhere in heaven and earth.
“What are you trying to do, Seojun?”
“Whatever.”
I have to grab it and hit it. What else can I do?
Would you say you can persuade logically? Money wasn’t the solution either. No matter how much you give here, you will end up wanting more.
If Tormund is really like the non-violent teacher Gandhi, all you have to do is beat him without being noticed.
Things like a chain of violence or a boomerang that would come back afterward – honestly, it wasn’t Seojun’s business to know.
I was just about to leave Yajang Street while thinking about that.
“I’m going with you too!”
“···And you?”
“Nori! Tormund’s eldest son! “I am the owner who will inherit the horn blacksmith shop in the future!”
Nori, the red-haired woman who suddenly jumped out of the alley, shouted like that and showed off her biceps.
The prominent biceps and breasts that were even taller than that stood out.
Judging by the nipples sticking out, it looks like she wasn’t wearing a nipple cover.
Since there was no woman in the house, I felt like I couldn’t take care of her.
“Yes, Nori. What’s going on here?”
“Aren’t you going to scold those bastards? Take me too!”
Seojun stopped Andalote from trying to dissuade him.
Then, with a pouting smile, he asked the immature girl.
“What do you know how to do?”
“Iron! Quenching! Bellows!”
“There is no need for that. “Can you kill someone?”
Nori’s expression hardened at Seojun’s question. I shout, hiding the slight shaking of my shoulders.
“Lord, I can kill you!”
It was a lie no matter who saw it.
“Then follow me.”
When Seojun nodded and took the lead, Andalote quickly grabbed Seojun’s arm.
“Are you really going to take me with you?”
“If you don’t take me with you, I will secretly follow you. “It’s better to just go together.”
As I walked up the stairs from Yajang Street, I saw a residential area with long clotheslines hanging between buildings.
There were so many different things hanging on the clothesline.
A tunic that has yellowed, worn boots with a tear in the front, and even underwear that is frayed at the buttocks and looks like it will expose even your buttocks.
Seojun and the two women walked between houses.
Kkeongkeong-!
A dog barks through the window. You could see women doing laundry, and about six or seven children who couldn’t tell what they were thinking were running around the street wearing only their tops.
“Guhhh! I am a monster that eats people! It’s typhoid fever!”
“Aaaaah! Run away!”
The kids passed by the three men and women.
Seojun looked at the houses closely while fiddling with the span-long dagger hidden at his waist.
Orange bricks on a green gable roof, orange bricks on a green gable roof…
There it is.
Seojun trudged there and suddenly knocked on the door.
[Who?]
A man’s voice is heard from inside.
Perhaps because of what he heard from Tormund, his voice sounded like a petty rat.
“The field manager’s association sent me here. “Let’s talk for a moment.”
[···Well, I understand. Please wait a moment.]
As Seojun continued to lie without even putting saliva on his mouth, the red-haired girl made an expression as if she was wondering what kind of bastard he was.
“Never kill, and if possible, don’t hit! You heard me! A chain of violence!”
That’s what Tormund said.
Squeak-
“Nuch?”
As soon as the door opened, Seojun stuck out his fist.
