Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

6 – Meanwhile, in the mercenary sector, a new star has emerged.*

After a while, the front yard of the house was full of mercenaries.

Even noise as a bonus.

How much did you earn last time, how much did you not give?

The mercenaries were proving that when three people get together, they can create not only a tiger, but also a market-like atmosphere.

And with a single word, Hwaran extinguished all the noise.

“Aren’t you going to make money?”

It was the surest way.

Dude.

“Much better.”

At this time, a man smelled of alcohol and came forward through the crowd.

A man dragging a halberd with an erased coat of arms in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

This is the vice-captain of our mercenary corps, Guilford Procter.

“Come on! It’s quiet now, so let’s listen to the captain. Captain, what is the number of cases this time?”

Hwar An frowned at his slyness to put a spoon on the late subject.

“Ugh, you damn bastard, are you drinking all day again?”

“hahahaha, isn’t it okay to drink alcohol as long as you sharpen your knife well? Even the captain doesn’t know my skills- Kkeuh.”

My eyes squinted spontaneously. I can’t figure out how much I drank since the beer’s unique stinky smell emanates even here.

Even Hwaran, who is accustomed to a tolerable stench, holds his nose.

“Again, you managed to crawl out even though you were drinking beer in the basement wine cellar. Do you know how much it costs you to buy drinks a month?”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to earn more than that? I’m not the kind of guy who gets stuck in an inn and does trauma surgery. Knock!”

“Whoops, that damn bastard. I can’t even cut it.”

After saying that, Hwaran went back to the main topic.

“Anyway, there are two things to preach today.”

He pointed at me and said.

“One is Assei, no, now you are a golfer. Anyway, this guy has now become an official mercenary in our mercenary corps. All applause.”

Guilford’s eyes widened. The gathered mercenaries had the same reaction.

What are you looking at? First time seeing a mercenary with a reversed status?

I’ll see you for the first time. I’ve never seen anything but myself.

Everyone was surprised and said one word at a time, and the quiet front yard quickly started to become noisy.

“Yes? Has Asei become a free man?”

“I wanted to finally go because Skal dragged a guy who had been stabbed in the stomach and had his guts exposed, so I wanted to go, but that already happened two years ago.”

“Was the record for the guy who came before him 4 years?”

“Four years and nine months.”

“Perhaps he went back to his hometown before the battle and said he was proposing, and an arrow was put through his head? Tsk tsk, I don’t mean to say such things carelessly.”

Hwaran, who silenced everyone again, pushed me forward and said.

“Come on. Say something.”

Feeling that everyone’s attention was focused on me, I lifted the metal mercenary plaque high.

And then I shouted out what I wanted to say at least once.

“Look. Free people who have never been enslaved. Other than the first appearance of Golpion G-House, the deity of the mercenary world in northern Britannia and a vulgar joke!”

The response was as expected.

“Two heads.”

“These days, slaves talk. The world has become so much better.”

But there was nothing more embarrassing than this if I stayed here quietly.

“In a world where knives can talk, can’t we call them furniture? Please take good care of me on a day like today.”

“Yes. It is furniture.”

“A teacher is not a piece of furniture!”

“Chuck.”

While I was giving back to the mercenaries who were paying tribute to me, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

“Keuuu, assei! You finally escaped slavery!”

He was a pot-bellied Skal who took exceptionally good care of me, but never borrowed the books he read.

“You are sick. Anyone who sees it will know that I took it by force. If it wasn’t for me, he’d be taken as a test subject for warlocks. To the guy in the black robe.”

While Hwaruan grumbled, Skaarl spat out arrogant words of gratitude.

I didn’t expect the guy who threw me a piece of bread to live this long because he looked pitiful at not being able to eat after being beaten up.

It’s worthwhile to somehow hold on to having the intestines spilled out of the stomach after being hit with a knife.

His words were really long and I was thankful for them.

If there was a conversation skip button in my life, I would like to use it now.

Because these are things I already knew, and things I haven’t forgotten.

“…Really worked hard!”

Skaarl, who had been talking for a long time, finally finished his long training.

“Thanks to Skal.”

“Then take a shot later. Got it?”

The other mercenaries who smelled the free alcohol immediately congratulated, but Hwaran’s voice was heard.

“Come on. I’ll tell you again! Seven days later, the Fharuan mercenary corps were hired by the Million Territory and had a battle with the Arnen Territory. If there are any people who think it came out wrong, go in immediately.”

Then some mercenaries entered again.

I don’t know the circumstances. It could be because he remembered the promise to dust off the teddy bear from the bedside in a week, or it could be that he wasn’t in need of money yet.

After confirming that all the people to escape had left, he opened his mouth again.

“Forwards Vieri!”

“Yes!”

As Vieri stepped forward holding a billhook, a polearm with the blade bent forward like a hook, Hwaran handed a piece of paper and said,

“You go to the transport guild and present this. The destination is the northern pasture outside Million. If it’s 32 armed mercenaries, they’ll bring the wagon on their own.”

“Yup!”

After Vieri disappeared through the gate, Gilford asked.

“Wait a minute, Captain, which mercenary is the opponent? It’s unlikely that the territory guards will come forward directly.”

“Sarian.”

“Damn it. It’s not good to eat grilled meat comfortably.”

Gilford sighed. Some of the other mercenaries seemed to know what they were up to, and I was among them. I only know the leader’s name.

Sarian Potter, the leader of the Sarian Mercenaries.

As a mercenary soon to be renewed to A-class, he was a swordsman with the obvious but wonderful title of swordsman Sarian.

In the north, where drinking laxatives in drinking water is standard, he was a true man who did not use any tricks and only showed off his sword, and he was honest to the extent that I respect him.

There is only one reason why he is being criticized so much.

This bastard was the ultimate FMist.

As if a platoon commander from a military corps had died and was sick, one of the two of them was sure to bleed on the battlefield because there was no Gara.

It’s a crazy bastard who even pulls out an aura, but he’s an even crazier bastard who even runs from the front.

That’s why, as I had to personally greet the target I would normally have respected, all I could do was curse.

The mercenaries murmured again and began to gather in groups of threes and threes.

It has been a long time since the title for Sarian, the leader of the enemy mercenaries, was unified with that offspring, as usual.

I pass through Colson, who is ‘that baby is sliced by the Bluntian guys and wakes up again.’

After passing by someone who said, ‘Isn’t that bastard still dead’, I approached Hwaran, who was talking to Guilford.

Because there was an errand for tomorrow.

“So, I guess Uphouse is hiding something. I mean, it’s a little suspicious. …Huh? Why, why don’t you want to participate in this Territory Battle?”

Hwaran, who was consulting with Gilford, looked at me as if he felt a presence and asked, but I shook my head.

Never change what has already been decided. Because that was my credo.

“They say they’re going to catch the thieves this time, can I join them now?”

“Hmm.”

Hwar An frowned. Then he loosened his expression again and said.

“Well, yes.”

“Thank you.”

He said pointing behind me.

“If you survive them.”

“Yes?”

Kwaaak!

Looking back, I saw my friends who I was particularly close with, and the drunkards I wasn’t very close with, who smelled the free alcohol, grabbing me by the limbs.

“Don’t even think about running away. Aye.”

Someone said it savagely. You talk like before putting a dagger in the throat of a sentinel.

I gave up my resistance. Among those who grabbed my limbs, there were friends who even raised mana,

After all, it was because I had no clothes to wear if these clothes were torn.

“But, just know that I don’t have money.”

All I could do was report that I had no money.

“It’s okay. The vice-captain said you can open the wine cellar.”

Someone I mentioned earlier told me a secret I didn’t want to know, and at that moment, Guilford revealed his true colors.

“Come on. Let’s go in. Today is the day to break old liquor!!!”

He shouted in a venomous voice, and the front yard was filled with cheers.

So I went into the front door with my limbs hanging open like a lamb for a burnt offering.

“Put it in, please.”

Kung.

“Evil!”

Someone shouted.

“Ahh! Abandon hope!!!”

f*ck. The ambassador is brutal once.

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“Turn it off.”

“Ugh.”

“Whew. f*ck.”

The lobby after the drinking party was literally a field of corpses. Of course, there were not real corpses everywhere, but compared to the experience of seeing real corpses, it was almost 70% similar.

I was the only one who survived until the end.

It wasn’t that they were drinking too much, it was because they were blinded by the free alcohol and they hurriedly drank among themselves and then died.

That’s why I gladly did my job.

“Guyueek.”

“Ah, f*ck.”

I pushed the head of Bekal, who was lying upright and making an island of vomit on the floor, with my foot and turned it sideways.

“!”

I made sure he wasn’t inhaling more than the proper amount of ore narcotic while watching old man Northern, who was lying down next to me, muttering a dwarven double bath.

At least seeing that he didn’t cut down his upper leg with an ax while crying like he did at the last drinking party, it was still normal. It’s probably because he reduced the dose a lot after he almost got hit by Hwar’an the next day.

I went to the place where the roast pork was placed on all fours.

Then, after collecting the lard from the plate into a glass, he stood on his feet and went outside.

“Uh huh.”

Since the world was tilted, I had to keep my balance and make an effort not to fall down before I could open the door.

Kikik.

It was night outside.

The swaying moon has risen so blue. The early summer night air in the highlands was still the same.

I stood in front of the bench for a long time, squeezed my brain out, and drained the alcohol that was soaked in it.

“Tae Hye-Jeong Gwang-Kyung Seong-Mok, Hyeon Deok-Jung Moon Sun-Heon, Sook Ye-In Ui Myeong Shin-Hee, Kang Go Won-Ryeol Seon Suk-Hye, Mok Jeong-Gong, Woo Chang-Yang.”

“Tae Jeong Tae-se, Dan-se Mun, Ye-seong Yeon-in, Myeong-seon, Kwang-in Hyo-hyeon-suk, Gyeong-yeong, Sun-heon Jeong, Go-soon Cheol.”

Then I spit out the knowledge I knew, mixed it into the cold air again, and chewed the cud.

It was a simple memorization of the timeline, and it is the most worthless knowledge in the other world.

But it was the most valuable knowledge for me as a graduate student on Earth.

People in another world see people who have a lot of knowledge that others don’t know and call them wise.

That’s why, as a graduate student, I was the highest authority and sage on Earth in another world.

In order to protect the place from my own oblivion, I repeated, memorized, chewed, and associated what endlessly came to my mind.

The intention was simple. The method was also simple, so what I wanted was simple and most certain.

I just hoped that someday, I would be able to step down from my position as a sage, and that the day would come when all of this would turn into trivial magazine style.