211 – Married Mercenary Corps (3)
After refusing Harold’s request, Chester and Monia lived in the village doing their own chores.
There was also a small child who said he couldn’t see the cat and asked to find it. He found a cat and gave it to me, and he said it was not a cat he kept at his house, but a stray cat that usually lived nearby.
After solving the little boy’s trivial request, the villagers, who had lost their fear of being mercenaries a bit, began to ask Chester and Monia for various requests.
“Please beat my husband!”
“Uh, why?”
“I cheated on my neighbor Mira!”
A request to punish the husband who had an affair with the neighbor’s wife.
“Please beat James!”
“… James?”
“I had an affair with my wife Mira!”
A request to punish her husband for having an affair with his wife.
“Please punish the man who betrayed my heart!”
“Oh, yes. By the way, what is the man’s name?”
“My name is James!”
A request from an adulterous woman who had an affair and felt betrayed when she found out that the man was also having an affair with another woman.
“Is it you guys again! Is it you again?!”
“Think you’re out of luck. I got paid, so I have to work.”
“It’s nice to be able to make money easily.”
“Stop it! Stop it! Where is the time to hit more!”
“I can hit here, here, here, here.”
“Quaaagh!”
I spent time solving various requests and learning about the culture of this country…….
After spending some time getting acquainted with the unique culture and atmosphere of this continent, Chester and Monia decided to move to a bigger city.
“Let’s go to the smithy before moving it.”
“Forge?”
“Yes. Let’s see if we can get Monia’s handsling.”
While talking like that, Chester and Monia went to the smithy, but unfortunately they said they don’t sell handslings.
If you can’t find a blacksmith shop, it’s a tool shop. Thinking so, the Chester family went to the tool store to find a hand sling, but the owner of the tool store looked at the customers looking for a hand sling with a troubled expression and said,
“Unfortunately, handslings are in low demand. In the early days of development, it was treated as a novelty product and sold a little, but its popularity quickly cooled. It doesn’t sell well, but it’s difficult to manage, so we didn’t put it in.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Sorry for not being helpful. Hey, you’d better find a smithy or tool shop in a bigger city than here.”
“Yes. Thanks for the advice.”
“Actually, I don’t think it will be available unless it’s a fairly large store… Oh, let me tell you the city where the handsling was developed. You might be able to find it there.”
Chester and Monia looked where the tool store owner pointed on the map, but unfortunately it was the opposite direction Chester and Monia were going.
The two of them were planning to first head northwest to the capital of the empire, then head west to the largest port city on the Matoto continent and board a ship to the kingdom.
After leaving the tool store, Monia said.
“Chester, I don’t need a handsling, so I don’t have to go round and round.”
“Hmm. But I want to give it to you.”
It was really rare for Monia to wish for something like this. As far as finding honey on a floating island?
Since Monia usually silently and steadfastly follows her no matter how difficult things are, Chester wanted to make her wishes come true as much as possible.
However, Monia had a strong opinion that there was no need to stick to the handsling, so instead of heading to the city the tool shop owner had pointed out, the Chester family embarked on the road to the capital as originally intended.
* * *
When Jordi was sold as a slave, the person who bought him was a noble living on the continent named Matoto.
Unlike the purpose of the slave trader who first kidnapped Jordi, he did not buy Jordi for s*xual purposes.
His hobby is ‘collecting humans’.
Collect rare humans from all over the world, make them your own, and show them off to others.
In that sense, the young dark king of a fallen country in the midst of a huge war sweeping a continent was truly mouth-watering, and the blinded nobleman engaged in a scheming with other nobles and used all sorts of means to get Jordi in his hands. Put in
After falling into the hands of nobles, Jordi was called the ‘slave king’ and lived wearing a crown made of rusted iron and a king’s clothes made of poor quality fabric worn by commoners.
In addition, befitting the name slave king, he took on all kinds of dirty work that slaves would do while wearing an outfit stained with shame and humiliation.
That day, Jordi was cleaning the bathrooms of noble families.
The Matoto Continent, especially the Zayme Kingdom where Jordi is living, was really nice on the outside, such as the style of the architecture and the splendid highway that stretched out around the capital.
However, the sewage disposal facilities were still lacking compared to the Kingdom of Biend, where Jordi reigned as king.
Unfortunately, there was no sewage system, so all sorts of filth from daily life had to be moved and disposed of by hand.
Well, even in the kingdom of Biend, waste disposal facilities were not built properly unless it was the capital or the territory of a powerful nobleman, but when could Jordi, who was a prince, ever live in such an ‘inferior’ village?
Disposing of the filth with his own hands was an unimaginable, terrifying reality for Jordi.
At first, I hated everything in this world. Not only the duke who started the war, but also Tiara who betrayed herself and ran away somewhere, even Monia who killed her by abandoning her on a floating island, as well as her father whom she killed with her own hands.
It didn’t matter who the opponent was.
The seniors in the army who were forced to live as new soldiers under the orders of their stupid father and made them suffer, and whom he burned and killed.
An irritating warlord who rejected his plan to infiltrate the enemy army with women and children during the war, then set them on a rampage with hidden weapons, then take advantage of the chaos to raid.
A disgusting traitor who passed over to the enemy after ordering the enemy to infect the enemy by intentionally spraying the alchemist’s pestilence on a village on the way.
It didn’t matter who it was.
Jordi was angry, he hated, he hated, he cursed. But that feeling didn’t last long.
Hard work every day. Too little sleep time and poor sleeping environment. Meals of horribly poor quality and harassment from the same slaves that make it impossible to even eat them properly.
And most of all, it didn’t take long for Jordi’s heart to break as Jordi, who could no longer inhale drugs, was piled on top of the agonizing withdrawal symptoms.
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Every day he suffered from depression and lethargy, nightmares and stress, migraines, nausea, hallucinations, joint pain, muscle pain, loss of stamina due to excessive work, constipation and hair loss.
It didn’t take long for Jordi, who was beautiful even though his face was ruined by drugs, to become his corpse-like face.
Most of all, when he was forced to stop taking drugs, he lost the sense of omnipotence, pleasure, and happiness he felt while taking drugs, and it was painful to face the reality that attacked him step by step.
His heart, which was broken in his pain, was supported and stirred with drugs, but when the drugs disappeared, only his pain, broken heart, and the results of his actions remained.
The act of burning people to death.
Killing his father with his own hands.
Giving all kinds of terrible orders during the war.
The list would be endless.
The nightmare won’t go away.
Every night, his sins appeared as nightmares, and even when he was not sleeping, if he looked at other people’s shadows or the darkness of alleys, the nightmares crawled out and eroded reality.
It was a stigma of sin engraved on Jordi’s soul that could not be escaped by any means.
You can’t avoid it, you can’t turn away from it, you can’t forget it, you can’t let go of it.
Jordi’s mind, which used to run away with drugs, has forgotten how to fight against the inevitable and difficult reality.
It didn’t take long for Jordi to lose the words of anger and hatred and to speak the words of apology, regret, and atonement.
He apologized.
He couldn’t tell who he was apologizing to, but he gave an apology to an unknown person, a jumbled mess of all the apologies he could.
Of course, no words of forgiveness came from Jordi.
To this day, the miserable, pitiful, and unworthy slave king, muttering his apologies incessantly from his lips, continued to scoop up the filth from his mansion and carry it to the nearby woods.
* * *
After a month, the Chester family was finally able to come near the capital. It took more time than expected as he had to carry out various requests along the way and stop by towns or cities to take a break.
“Ohhh, high! High! Chester, Chester! Look over there, it’s so high!”
Monia lifted her body up on her horse and marveled at the mighty rampart that towered before her.
“Awesome! It’s huge!”
“There is something like that in Korea too.”
“The scale is different! I don’t know?! The height and thickness seem to double!”
“Is that so?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“That’s great. I thought the walls of the kingdom were also very grand.”
After hearing Monia’s words, Chester quietly admired how ridiculously the scale of the castle wall was in front of her eyes.
“Is that a castle over there?”
“Isn’t that a castle? Who would dare to build a building taller than the capital?”
“Is that so? I want to see it up close!”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes! You can see it here. The buildings are so pretty!”
As Monia liked, the two slowly approached the checkpoint, and as they got closer to a certain distance, Chester could overhear the chatter of the guards during the checkpoint.
“You know what? 13 The ruins of the hero have collapsed. It seems that monsters have come out from within the ruins.”
“Really? It’s scary, it’s scary.”
“They say monsters attacked and destroyed a nearby village.”