209 – Couple Mercenary Corps (1)
Two days later, Chester and Monia, who arrived at the rendezvous first and rented a room in the name of Bolgang at the lodging that Bolgang had told them about, settled in and waited. , After waiting for a few more days, I was able to meet Bolgang, who had entered the village with the peddler.
When Bolgang entered the village and sent men to the lodgings, Chester took the sack containing Op’s head to him and showed him his head.
“Ohhh, this is it.”
After unpacking the bundle and checking the rotting off head, Bolgang said that he had checked it properly and ordered his subordinate to handle the head, then took out the promised fee.
“Excellent. I finished this faster than I thought.”
Bolgang, whose tone toward Chester became more comfortable because of the request, handed over a silk pouch full of silver coins, and Chester took the pouch and confirmed its heavy weight.
“I thought you would arrive later than us.”
“It wasn’t too difficult.”
Chester replied with a bluff.
I don’t know how long this request would have taken if Monia hadn’t been killed instantly after finding Off and accidentally hitting her helmet eye socket. Off would have fled in all directions with the same escorts!
However, the trick was to hide and brag about any difficulties encountered during the quest. Then there is a high probability of additional requests coming in later, and the rumor spreads well, so the chances of other requests coming in increase too!
After completing the request, Bolgang asked if he would like to travel with them again, but Chester refused to go with the peddler.
To be more precise, in a situation where we don’t know if Off was the real culprit who attacked Bolgang or if Bolgang’s wife was the real culprit, we didn’t like the risk of getting caught up in the incident if we continued to get involved with the peddler, so we broke up to block it in advance.
After parting ways with Bolgang, Chester and Monia looked at the map and wondered where to go.
“Here, I want to go to the big city connected to this widest road.”
“Isn’t that the capital of the country?”
“So. There will be a lot of information and requests, and roads will be well connected in all directions, so you won’t be able to go anywhere.”
“Ah, I see. Where, the name of the capital……. Um, um, um? Ruler… le, le? Hey there, Chester. Look at this.”
“What is it?”
Chester saw what Monia was pointing at. Monia was pointing at the name of the capital city written on the map.
Among them, Monia said, pointing to the middle part of the text.
“Is this like ‘Le’ or ‘Le’? There are a lot of confusing things in this country.”
As Monia was grumbling like that, the man sitting next to them in the restaurant where they were eating got up and approached.
“This reads as ‘le’, but if you put a letter after it, it changes to ‘leo’. So, Jarod.”
Chester and Monia looked at the man who gave them the answer.
He was a man that anyone could say was a scholar or an alchemist.
Wearing thin-rimmed glasses that were bent and distorted here and there, he sat down on the remaining table and asked the clerk to move the items from his seat to this table.
After taking a sip of the bright scarlet liquid, he looked at Rex, who was banging his hands on the table.
“Um, those two are mercenaries, right? Not too long ago, I saw a golden thrush peddler hand over goods and get paid. Although the bundle was covered in blood, it seemed like a disturbing thing to pretend to.”
When he asked, Chester nodded.
“A mercenary. But why do you ask that?”
“What is the point of talking to ruffians like mercenaries who will do anything for money? It’s a request.”
“Ugh.”
Monia sighed for a moment and stuck out her tongue. Her face was full of the thought that she was facing an unlucky person.
Chester thought for a moment.
‘Should I hit you?’
If insults like this were exchanged between men, a fistfight could have occurred. Even if the guards come, if you speak well, ‘Oh, then you can fight. Be careful next time, friend. Heh heh.’ And even if that doesn’t work, if you give a little money, you can pass it on, so there’s no big problem.
The only problem was that the other person looked like a scholar. Scholars are a class of high class, so they are treated in many ways. A fist fight with such a scholar could have landed Chester in prison.
‘That doesn’t work.’
Should I hit or not, where should I hit, should I not hit? Chester, who repeated that thought about 10 times, eventually gave up on hitting and said.
“What request?”
“Oh, they usually hit me for saying that.”
The scholar made a playful expression of surprise.
“You are patient. I liked it.”
After saying that, the scholar began to explain the request.
* * *
The man Chester and Monia thought was a scholar, Harold was actually a blacksmith, not a scholar.
“A blacksmith?”
“Yes. I’m pretty proud of the fact that I’m a blacksmith. It’s a family business that has been passed down from my great-grandfather to my father and then to the fourth generation. But sadly, people were surprised when I said I was a blacksmith. Doesn’t it look like a blacksmith?”
“Uh.”
Harold put on a sad expression when Chester said it clearly.
Chester looked at Harold’s hand as he wiped dry tears and thought.
‘How can you be a blacksmith with that hand?’
So does Chester the hunter, but anyone who does a rough job gets his hands on it.
Chester, who often handles strings and ropes and uses a lot of knives, was in a rough appearance until a year ago because he was injured a lot by strings, ropes, and knives from a young age. Thanks to the grace of his top, all those scars disappeared and his hands became smooth.
How about Urgo? Urgo, who handles his weapons often and believes in his own strength and strength and treats his body harshly, probably has very thick and strong hands, and his palms have a rough, leathery texture.
Not to mention, scholars, alchemists, and writers who did not handle their hands rough and rough tended to show signs of their profession little by little.
On the other hand, what about Harold?
My hands were too clean.
‘Are you really a blacksmith?’
“Are you really a blacksmith?”
Monia put Chester’s thoughts into her mouth.
As Harold sat down near her, Monia, who had been sneaking away from her, was sitting next to Chester, putting a piece of fruit on Chester’s plate into her mouth and chewing on it while talking. .
“Right.”
“With that hand?”
“So, are you a mercenary with that hand? Pointing out the other person’s flaws while pretending not to see their own flaws, isn’t it humanly impudent?”
“This is because Malbonsae is not a blacksmith.”
Monia, who smiled and laughed at Harold, was not a horse bird from aristocrats.
Chester put another piece of fruit in her Monia’s mouth and covered her mouth.
“And I’m a bit different from my father.”
“What’s the difference?”
“The era of making swords and spears by beating steel with a hammer is coming to an end!”
“… ….”
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He wondered where the blacksmith would be if he didn’t hit the iron with a hammer, but Chester kept his mouth shut.
“Times are changing! How do you block cannons with armor? How do you beat a gun with a knife!”
As much as the continent of Matoto is a rich continent, trade is also active. Unlike the kingdoms of Chester and Monia, where guns are still fantasy objects, he was well aware of the existence of guns.
“What is a gun?”
“A gun?”
And, of course, Chester and Monia didn’t know what a gun was. Lortin shot Chester, but how did Chester or Monia know it was a gun as soon as they saw it? The two called the gun Rothin fired a “Little cannon.”
“I don’t know guns! This is why barbarians who don’t do solid work and do mercenary work because they haven’t learned anything!”
“Ha ha.”
As Harold said, Chester sighed and kicked the table.
If he wasn’t a scholar, but a blacksmith, he could start a fight without hesitation.
“Ok?!”
Harold was knocked over by an overturned table, and Chester jumped on top of him.
“Kyaaa!”
“Mom!”
Restaurant clerks screamed, and some customers took advantage of the commotion and ran out of the store without paying. Also, some men clenched their fists and waved them in the air, urging them to fight.
“That son of a b*tch, Harold! I recognized you from the time I used to make fun of my mouth!”
“Right! I knew you would get scolded someday!”
“Hey! Mercenary! Hit your nose, nose! Make his face covered in blood!”
“Did you still hold grudge against Harold for stealing the girl? That was five years ago!”
“It’s only been 5 years! Shut up! You don’t know my heart!”
Chester listened to the sounds around him as he slapped Harold.
“Are you pretty hated?”
“Kup! Wow! 100 Million! Please! Evil! Stop… ! Wow!”
“So, what is the request?”
“Oops! If you want to hear it! Wow! First! Stop! Hit it!”
“Okay, I won’t accept your request.”
After beating Harold to their satisfaction, Chester and Monia apologized for the disturbance, handed all the money from Harold’s pocket to the owner, and left the restaurant.
And the next morning, Harold, his face swollen twice as much, found the lodging where they were staying and sat down in front of Chester and Monia, who were having breakfast.
“I want to make a request!”
“… ….”
Chester looked at Harold with a tired face and sighed.
“Okay, let’s listen.”
Wow he’s so persistent