32 – New clothes are good, people are old clothes
Rohan Edwok.
Any adult who has learned the language of this world must have heard it at least once. Not many people on the continent are unaware of his fame.
A man who guided more than 80% of the world’s worst criminals into priests at the Langerti Underground Prison Camp. He is a man who did not hesitate to donate all the money he earned from fishing all his life and live for others.
Without the need to line up these twigs, the lore related to him explained what kind of person Rohan Edwock was.
Blood Rights.
For him, it is a miracle to open the eyes of the blind and to make the lame walk. If it were an ordinary miracle that could be done without any cost, Rohan would have ceased to be just a good hero. Every time this miracle was used, his lifespan was reduced little by little. His trademark pure white gray hair is proof.
That his rest was modest was unacceptable to his disciples. Sensing the shadow of death slowly casting over Rohan, the disciples devoted all their efforts to prepare for the funeral.
-I’m sorry, but if Master’s sleeping place is on the dirt floor, we won’t be able to leave comfortably either.
– That’s right. Master. Several denominations have already decided to celebrate Master’s Sabbath!
-How about a seat in the center of Serhan Cathedral, the largest in the continent?
Amidst the crowd, he shook his hand and said. He has his usual gentle, kind smile.
-If I die, please bury me under the Dangsan tree in this village. Perhaps one year’s manure will suffice.
-That, what is that…?!
In addition, Elisabeth, Bishop of the prestigious Serhan Cathedral, praised him with these words.
-If Rohan is an ordinary person, then I am Baal, the Archdemon of Hell. Or he’s the demon king who lives on the 100th floor of the tower.
Rohan Edwork.
In this world where blood is washed away with blood, he was a person who could be more relied on by people than a god who made innocent people live in pain. Not a few people came to serve God through him, and there were even those who served him.
His last journey was to join the party of warriors and support those who annihilate evil.
-Master! You should enjoy the rest of your life comfortably before you go! Please don’t carry this on your back any longer!
He didn’t give up even though his disciples dissuaded him. He decided to spend his twilight, which came at an early age, as a porter for a warrior’s party. He is now
-Wow!
“Oh sh*t! Ultimate bittersweet b*tches!!! I won’t do any more! f*ck you!”
He was roaring with red blood all the way around his neck.
“What’s going on?”
At the graceful voice coming from behind, Rohan’s eyes, red and bloodshot as if they were going to pop out, spun around. Unlike Rohan, who was resentful like boiling lava, she is an elegant woman in every action. Dorothy crossed his legs and was drinking the 698th parfait Rohan had made for him.
‘You b*tch!’
The last spearhead of the kingdom, a genius archmage who has mastered all types of magic. I definitely knew that. She came from a great aristocracy, and her elegance emanated from every word and action she made. She comes into the party and until three hours.
The nightmares of the not-too-distant past passed through Rohan’s mind like a panorama.
*
“Dorothy. I bought the grapes you mentioned here.”
“Who are you?”
“Ah, Ed Rohan, dispatched as a porter this time…”
“Fairy Grapes, right?”
“…Is it domestic?”
“How many grapes are there?”
Rohan made a rare expression of bewilderment at a question he couldn’t understand.
“Yes…? … I didn’t count that, so I’m fine…”
-Wack
Dorothy snatched the grapes Rohan had just bought. Then he put his fingers in the cracks of his grapes and ripped them open. The wind knocked all the grapes off.
“… No matter what…”
-Poof!
Dorothy throws away all the grapes. Grapes of fresh grapes were scattered on the floor.
“…?”
“If you pick them up and count them all, eat them that way.”
“…What if I made a mistake?”
“The fruit is unconditionally grown by a fairy in Meadow Hill, pesticide-free, and in A-grade condition. Do you understand?”
“….. I see.”
“Ehh, really. Mr. Dong-ha, a worker in the past, laid out colorful fruits with gloss every morning and had me choose them. But you can’t even buy a single grape properly?”
“…..Sorry.”
“Next time, I will make the fruit grow on your head.”
‘…Yes. If you always leave your body to the flow of mana and devote yourself to magic research for humanity, people can become eccentric. God bless you.’
*
“Try it with a talent show.”
A sturdy shield that serves as the party’s vanguard. Rebecca told him.
“… How about a talent show?”
“Oh, there is such a thing. Sing or dance.”
A normal person would have felt humiliated by this order, but Rohan was a different personality from those idiots. He smiled softly and accepted the order.
“Okay. As my favorite song…
Lord God~ In your arms~ Enjoy a splendid eternal life…”
– Pair!
Lohan couldn’t sing the chorus. Rebecca had hit him on the lips with the palm of her hand.
“Oops!… Why, why!?”
A look of bewilderment appeared on Rohan’s face after he had been hit by someone for the first time in a long time.
“Wow, this bastard’s giblets are really… It’s cheap in Dongha language.”
“Yes, yes?”
“Bamtan Boys’ songs will be selected by tomorrow and we will see each one, even the choreography.”
“Bomb bullets? What is it?”
“Okay. Go away this jesus Dong-ha just claps twice and tracks 1 to 12 come out all at once… Ehh.”
*
“Mrs. Yuria.”
“You’re a new porter. Rohan Edwock. It must be hard to adapt… But you have a lot of trouble. Aren’t our party members a bit rough?”
The Elven Shrine. Yuria encouraged him for his hard work.
“Thank you. I am okay. More than that, Yuri. Do you know why the name of the representative of the Dark Elf Elder Hunter Guild, a terrorist group founded by the white elves, became Rohan Edwok?”
“With great power comes great responsibility. It’s a saying Dong-ha, who used to be a porter in the past, said.”
“…Yes?”
“I don’t have to take that responsibility. Thanks to your good image, old dark elves are helplessly captured. Thank you very much.”
“Well then…! The human rights of the innocent Daff Elves…!”
“Why are you so strict? Dong-ha has been involved in more than ten terrorist organizations, but has never been arrested. You are a coward and a bird heart. In Dongham language, it means nuclear coward.”
*
-Fur Eok!
“Cuck! What, what…!”
Someone slapped Rohan in the back of the head while washing Dorothy’s laundry. Rohan, who was touching the tingly back of his head, turned around to see Nine, who had a reputation as the swordsman who cut the head of Leviathan, standing there.
“I just got annoyed and hit him. It’s no fun. Dong-ha’s reaction was full.”
*
It’s been two weeks since Lohan joined the party.
Even when he interacted with the continent’s worst criminals, his smile with a line was not broken despite their ridicule and verbal abuse, but now, anger burst out from the pores of his body.
“Mister! Foot! Dirty! Not! Sun!”
Rohan throws off the apron that Dorothy throws the parfait every day and the apron vibrates sweetly.
“Are you going to quit?”
Dorothy continued to suck on the straw. I make a cup of that, and I ate pakku seven times today alone.
“You b*tches are devils in human skin! Everyone has a terrible disease, so let’s search together! I will pray every day from today. You twisted scum of the Plague!”
Rohan, who gave blessings full of love to others throughout his life, had already disappeared. Only monsters who wished to be cursed by a holy god remained.
“Yes. Anyway, your parfait was tasteless. So… everyone?”
At those words, Nine, Dorothy, and Yuria appeared and approached Rohan.
“Everyone knows, right? Should I go out and make her a person who had a good time with the beautiful warrior party?”
The three of them nodded at those words and approached Rohan.
*
“Did you go for a week this time?”
“It’s already the 8th… How come only the bad guys come in…”
“I will. The problem these days is giving up everything early. No guts, no guts.”
At Nine’s complaint, Dorothy, who was writing a porter recruitment notice, agreed. On a piece of paper written in bad handwriting, the following was written:
Sword Emperor Nine.
The Shrine of Yuria.
Arch Mage Dorothy.
Paladin Rebecca.
Are these names familiar to us now? All of them are great heroes! This time, we have a party member who can play an active role in our party.
Of course, since we’re f*cking strong, our party members’ safety is guaranteed! A few simple tricks… No, just support. Then warrior. I look forward to meeting you.
Recruitment target
-The porter of the warrior’s party
Eligibility for application
Those who are good at paperwork.
Those who have mastered various boy group dances.
Those who have an understanding of logistics systems. (Especially fairies’ fruit distributors.)
A person who wakes up well in the morning.
A person who is good at massage.
Those who are good at imitating various animals and monsters.
Those who are proficient in cleaning, laundry, mending, shopping, and other household chores.
Those who can respond in a funny way when struck in the back of the head in an unexpected accident.
—
“Oh Dorothy. Add to your qualifications to apply for evasion of the military police. Haven’t three porters already been caught?”
Yuria, who was scratching her back with the filial son hand made by Baek Dong-ha, said.
“Ummm… It’s a bit like writing that in the recruitment notice. Porters need to be as flexible as possible. Haa… Dongha was just good at walking a tightrope.”
The other three all nodded at her lamentation.
“The fruits ordered by Dong Ha were very exciting…”
“Dongha had a lively dance line…”
“The back of Dongha’s head was so tight…”
They sighed. It wasn’t like sadness over the death of a precious colleague… It was like looking at an ice cream bucket that had been eaten.
“By the way… It’s just weird no matter how you think about it.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
Dorothy gets lost in thought with her chin resting on her chin. Her eyebrows twitched as she searched for her missing memory.
“Why did Dong-ha leave our party?”
“… That’s right. I don’t remember either.”
“It’s strange that I can’t remember all four of you like this.”
At that time, Nine, who was rummaging through the junk items, pulled out the net from inside.
“I found it. Let’s go now.”
“Where are you going?”
All eyes were on Nine. She said with a wicked laugh.
“To catch Dongha. Catch it and use it as our porter again.”
“… It’s been two weeks since I’ve been asking, but there’s no news.”
Where Rebecca taps with the tips of her fingernails,
Looks for organic people. I will pay you back!＞ Was placed in a pile.
“… Well. Some memories are sloppy. You don’t even remember what you were trying to do with Dong-ha, right?”
“Yes. It even makes her head hurt, especially when she recalls where they broke up.”
-Kugit!
Dorothy flicked through her recruitment notice she was filling out, then stood up and shouted.
“Akashic Master?”
At those words, a question mark appeared in the heads of the other three.
“… The Akashic Master? Only two on the continent? Someone you’ve never met before?”
“Maybe it’s not just the two of you. And maybe he fabricated his last memories of Dong-ha?”
“Ah, Dorothy. That’s not a big deal.”
“To borrow Dong-ha’s words, it’s a stroke.”
“Will those old people call us crazy?”
Dorothy’s expression twisted. If someone else had said it, it would have been reduced to ashes, but everyone is skilled at doing it one strand at a time. Let’s get past this point.
“Well, since there is no other way. I’ll try to visit them sooner or later. Rumor has it that some erased memories can also be restored.”
At that, everyone nodded. And he tasted it. Hurry up and put the competent slave… No, the porter Baek Dong-ha back in his place…
*
“uuu…”
My body shuddered with the sudden chill. The demon king, who was making a game while lying on the floor, raised his head.
“Why is that?”
“… No. It kind of gives me goosebumps.”