Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

73 – Clearing the Trash of Knowledge (readability fix)

Renting a wagon was easier than I thought.

The maid who brought us all the way here said with a solemn expression that the Count told us to listen to any reasonable request.

“I rang the bell, the stable keeper will be here soon.”

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome. We should do this much to those who saved our territory.

On one side of her blunt face, saying that, she showed her own gratitude.

***

Rumble, rattle.

How many bumpy country roads did I have to follow as Priest Lien guided me?

A three-story building appeared in front of us.

There were cracks on the wall with the rusty gate, and the windows of the building were so shabby that traces of patching could be seen here and there.

The squad leader read the writing next to the gate.

“…An orphanage?”

“Yes! To be precise, it is the ‘House of Love Orphanage’!”

I don’t know about love, but it seems like there will be public interest.

After trying to swallow the words that almost came out of my mouth, I turned my head back and looked at Priest Rien.

“So, priest. Is that house of love our destination?”

“Yes! You can park the wagon over there!”

When the carriage was stopped, Priest Rien got off first and opened the gate of the wall.

As the sounds of squeaking and screaming filled the front yard, I could see the round eyes of the children from all over the cracked windows.

I followed Priest Rien into the yard.

Kikik.

The front door opened.

The one who opened the wooden door was a priestess with wrinkles on her face.

“Who are you-“

She came out with an expression full of questions about who had come, her eyes widening, and then she started walking towards us with an exclamation.

“Priest Rien!”

“Nice to meet you! Director!”

The priestess, who was called the orphanage director, held Priest Lien’s hands and asked how she was doing.

She then asked, looking at us.

“So, who are they…?”

“These are the people who will help the director with what he was worried about the other day!”

At the slightly unexpected words of Priest Rien, I expressed my doubts.

“Yes?”

What can I help you with?

***

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It was full of clicking and banging sounds from all directions.

“……”

I lifted my stiff neck and looked out the cracked and dusty window beside me.

The fields and fields that stretched far into the distance refreshed the mind and at the same time made the heart choke.

Because that was literally the pie of the painting.

When you try to lower your head like that again.

The prianian squad leader opened his mouth.

“Priest Rien.”

“Yes! Mr. Prianian!”

“Is it because of this that you were trying to bring Mr. G-House?”

The prianian squad leader lifted up a book in front of him.

“Ask for help organizing the orphanage books?”

“Sure! The only person who could ask for a favor like this was G-House Mercenary!”

Priest Rien answered with a bright smile.

Seeing that expression, the squad leader asked as if he was dumbfounded.

“But why did you say you would like me too?”

“Because I work indoors! I thought that even Mr. Priyanian, who hates sunlight, would like it!”

At Priest Rien’s answer, the Prianian squad leader got angry.

“Where is the person asking a mercenary to move books without pay?”

Priest Rien raised his finger and put it to his mouth.

“Shhh. You have to be quiet in the library.”

“What are you talking about when no one is around!”

“There is a mercenary in G-House.”

“……”

Then the squad leader kept his mouth shut and put the book he was holding into the bookshelf next to him.

Ignoring the conversation between the two, I reached out to the pile of books in front of me again.

There was still a lot of work to do, and books were overflowing around me.

‘Ah, I’ll have to put this aside.’

While arranging the books, I put books that seemed a bit informative, such as a geography book, on a bookshelf in one corner.

Looking at the visuals of the orphanage, it’s obvious that you won’t get paid anyway, and since books are overflowing here, you’ll be able to get one or two later.

***

“After.”

I am deeply impressed by this knowledge gap.

The reason was simple. It was because I did not think that the book would be reduced even after organizing it for a long time.

‘Wow, this is a place for homeless children, is this a place for homeless books?’

According to the TMI that Priest Rien asked us to do.

This was originally a library building, but it is said that the head of the library donated all but valuable books to do good in his later years.

But it seems that the children have become like this now because they are not reading books, but just playing with them.

I wondered if the situation at this orphanage would have been a little better if we had sold books, but

I was not a great person to even talk about the education philosophy of someone who did not know the circumstances, so I just said that I was helping.

-I’ll show you something nice later!

Absolutely, it wasn’t because of Priest Rien’s words.

‘No, what the f*ck is this?’

Among the books the Librarian left behind, there were quite a few strange ones mixed in.

But I’m glad there’s no obscene language.

If mercenaries read papers, most of them were nothing more than contracts, bar menus, or nonsense.

Because of that dict data, even though I didn’t want to know, I found out that there are tastes in a slightly crazy direction in another world.

That’s why I was thankful that I didn’t have mines like the otherworldly version of ‘The Haughty Lizard Maid 2nd Trilogy’ in my hands, not because of the emotional protection of my growing children.

By the way, when describing this neighborhood, should I write it directly, or should I change it to something like bread and an oven?

It was just a random thought.

But he shook his head. Because I had to move another book while I was thinking about that.

‘You have plenty of time, dear. I have plenty of time.’

I put the book I was holding into the empty space on the bookshelf and then turned my head to look at the two of them.

I wondered if I was the only one putting away books while the two of us were having a conversation.

But while they were talking, their hands did not rest.

“Priest Rien, why are you putting that book on my side?”

“hehehe.”

“hehehe, why are you coming out of there?!”

I turned my head again at the sight of them getting along.

After moving the book for a while, I suddenly had this idea.

I wanted to live this kind of life.

A life lived only by reading books, not by cutting someone’s throat with a knife.

Before I came to this world, I was definitely preparing to live that kind of life.

It’s because of the thesis.

After quickly putting my quota aside, I decided to reminisce about the past for a moment.

If you open it up too much, you’ll go crazy with homesickness, but it’s not too bad to open up memories like this every once in a while.

I hardly studied when I was in school. Even if I don’t do that, there are so many things I want to do.

For example, having to read a book tucked between your legs while loading a game, or thinking about what to read while eating.

After spending my school days like that, I entered the Department of History and enjoyed watching others struggling to get a job.

Until I got an offer from a restaurant I followed after my professor said he would buy me a steak one autumn day, right before graduation.

‘Pyeongju, won’t you come to graduate school?’

It was a suggestion made by the professor as soon as he heard that he was preparing for a job.

And I knew for the first time that the humanities college kidnapped graduate students while I was living there. It’s not even the science and engineering world.

That’s why I accepted the professor’s proposal without even thinking about it, and committed the act of putting myself on a leash.

‘I should have been more careful, whether it was the terms and conditions or the slave contract.’

I’ve already heard the notoriety about graduate school, but at least I thought it was okay to drive a Tico as long as it’s a job to read and live while selling what I want to dig for the rest of my life.

I thought I became the head of the breeding room because of that, but in reality, it was just true.

Seniors who are better than me and who came earlier have to roll for more than 10 years to get a doctorate.

By the way, what about the treatment of graduate students in the master’s program?

I don’t want to talk about the research institute’s salary, but if I recall just a few of the many, it was this.

Mon-Tue-Wed-Thu-Fri.

Until I entered graduate school, the phone that did not ring except for the 070 series and my family always rang.

It is important to someone, but not important to me, but it is because of the reason that should take precedence over the reason for the question.

Pyeongju, come here, Pyeongju, come make kimchi, Pyeongju, are you busy? It’s normal, it’s normal, it’s normal…

Certainly, one of the most innovative features of modern technology that I can remember is the ‘silence my voice during a call’.

When I answered the phone from the professor at a drinking party, he made me run out the door to answer it.

And what made all of that possible was the reality in a single word of advice from my close brother while drinking.

– The floor is narrow. It’s normal

Leaving only those words, the senior succeeded in escaping from a master’s degree, the secret of a graduate student.

And I still went to graduate school.

The reason was simple. Because I didn’t get my master’s degree.

Anyway, my graduate school life was pretty ordinary.

There were some sh*tty things, but it felt like the level of truth I saw when I went to the shop was higher, so it was comfortable to live with.

Is there any other place in the world that isn’t like that? I live in moderation too.

So I tried to hold on to the doctor somehow. Or write a master’s thesis and jump out.

But voila. I came to another world while submitting my master’s thesis.

Wow! Master of the other world in this world (unsuccessful)!

“Whew.”

Let’s sigh like that.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

“Is the book still left?”

When I turned around in surprise, the squad leader was looking at me.

The pile of books that had already been piled up in front of the two had long since disappeared, and Priest Rien was nowhere to be seen.

She pointed to the book in my hand.

“He sits still and does nothing.”

I think my hands stopped at some point because I was soaked in memories.

In short, in her eyes, I looked like I was fooling around by myself and couldn’t finish my work on time.

“That. Squad leader.”

“Mr. G-House.”

The prianian squad leader asked me.

“Yes.”

“Can you do it alone? Or would you like to watch over me?”

In that cold gaze, I gave the correct answer.

“…I can do it myself.”

“Then let me help you.”

Suddenly, a third option appears.

The prianian squad leader stuck next to me and started carrying the book.

Then he muttered in a low voice that I could hear.

“If it wasn’t me but someone else, I wouldn’t have helped. You know?”