11th
Iron Tier Adventurer Hassan
011 –
The West Gate of Sodomora.
The preface of Sodomora… .
I kept mumbling important information like a private who had just received his first mission.
This is my debut as an adventurer, and I hate the idea of my reputation being tarnished by any mistakes or unexpected events.
Since reputation and fame are so important to adventurers that they spend a lot of money to put their name on the bulletin board and promote themselves, wouldn’t it be better to not let your guard down and see a successful conclusion, even if it’s an easy task?
『Hassan: @@@@Working diligently@@@@』
I approached the west gate of Sodomora, thinking about decorating the bulletin board with my own entry someday in the distant future.
But damn, the city was so big and I didn’t know the way around, so I wandered around for a while and finally arrived at the west gate after noon.
The West Gate is relatively quiet for a city gate.
I look around frantically, trying to find someone holding a wooden sign like mine.
“What are you looking at? Are you arguing, you savage?”
“Don’t you close your eyes? Are you just a big guy?”
It seemed like the people in my party who were always swearing at me whenever I made eye contact with them were not the ones in my party.
Well, they don’t look like people who go out to clean up, since they’re armed and wearing armor.
The only thing they’re doing is probably ethnic cleansing. Those guys are clearly vicious fascists.
So where on earth are my party members? Did they leave first?
My companions might have left first, leaving me behind because I arrived late.
Shit, I’m screwed-. If I had known this would happen, I should have spent some money and asked for directions. That’s when I was feeling regretful and saying, “Oh no.”
“You there, Samaritan.”
Huh? I heard someone calling me. I’m the only person around here who looks like a Samaritan.
“Yeah, there. Are you part of the temple cleaning party-?”
It was a slightly hoarse male voice, screaming loudly. I turned my head toward the sound, wondering, “What is that?”, but I couldn’t see anything.
“Here, here it is.”
Swish-.
When I lowered my head, I could see that a bearded man half my size was looking up at me. Why is he so short? A dwarf?
No, it feels a bit too shallow to be called a dwarf.
If dwarves are like small, hard rocks, this old man is like a small, thin cucumber, but he looks weak anyway. His beard is like a weasel’s beard, unlike the dwarves’, which are as thick as a broom.
He is an old man with white hair, a white beard, and wrinkles all over his body, wearing a small, gray robe like a child’s raincoat.
I think I’ve heard somewhere that there are people of this race, but when I actually encounter them, I can’t remember.
“Why are you looking down on me? Are you ignoring me because I’m the size of your dick? Of course, Samaritans are big academically, but I’ve heard that their dicks are small.”
What the heck? How did you know?
I don’t know what it is, but it seems like he’s not an ordinary person. He’s an inspiration who gives off an extraordinary aura.
Anyway, we confirmed that we were in the same group by showing each other the party tree cards of the Mars Guild that we had. The old man looked around the west gate and said a few words.
“I thought I was the first to arrive. There was someone else who arrived first. For a Samarran, he’s an unusually diligent young man these days.”
“Did I come first?”
“Yeah, I guess so. If you wait, everyone will arrive soon.”
No, I thought I was the last to arrive, but I ended up being the first to arrive-? Just as I was thinking about such a strange title, I saw someone waving from afar and approaching me.
“Open it. I take a look around. It looks like they’re a cleaning crew?”
He was a man whose conical hat really stood out. He was a little shorter than me, but he was relatively tall for a human in this world.
The face… has red hair that hangs out and a very large nose, so much so that you can barely see anything on the face. It looks ordinary, but it’s a face that’s somehow annoyingly ugly.
I thought it was an adventurer’s weapon or something like a cleaning broom, since it had something like a large piece of wood strapped to its back.
Diriring.
It was a stringed instrument similar to a guitar or something. What the hell is this instrument?
Diriring.
“Same wooden plaque. Praise to Mercury, the god of encounters and travelers. A fateful encounter. A very painful ending-.”
Ding, ding-ding – a man starts singing along with the instrument.
What the heck, are you crazy?
As soon as I met him, he started playing the guitar and singing. I thought I had met various people and adventurers while living as Elfriede’s slave, but this musician was a rare madman.
Passersby who were passing by were watching this scene and cursing, saying things like, “What the heck?” and “You can’t sing at all.” So I desperately had to pretend not to be part of the group. It was so embarrassing.
By the way, Daphne said there would be a weirdo at the party. It must be this guitar-playing kid.
Actually, the half-broken inspiration looks really weird, but you can’t get over this kid.
There was a time when I thought that way.
The next guy to appear was also quite suspicious. I had to postpone my search for the suspicious Joker for a while.
“Are you part of the outer shrine cleaning party?”
The first thing that caught my eye was a huge mask. A really huge mask. It had a huge head carved out of wood, like a Chinese lion mask, and it looked like a goblin or a monster.
Below them, they were wearing flowing, revealing clothes, like the dancers I had seen over Elfriede’s shoulder before. Their feet were bare, not even wearing shoes, and they walked with a clattering sound.
However, even though he was an idiot who didn’t even wear shoes, he had so many accessories on his feet, arms, and waist that he made a creaking sound every time he walked.
I think it’s a woman. She’s dressed really suspiciously.
Underneath the mask. I was about to make my assessment, looking at the clothes that revealed a lot of flesh and her fairly large breasts.
“Wow, that distinctive mask, the thin fabric that covers little of your flesh, and the unique amulet. You must be a sorcerer from Ideophe. I never thought there would be a savage’s daughter in this city.”
The half-timid old man proudly flaunted his dazzling knowledge like a peacock’s tail feathers, as if he knew something. A sorcerer? Was there even such a profession?
After all, it is not strange that there are sorcerers in this world where gods bestow their grace and curses and magic exist.
“You are a very recognizable old halfling! I am Luna, the witch doctor of Ideophe. I am Luna, the daughter of the great night.”
“What? For an old halfling grandfather? Who do you think I am? I am Dr. Platan, a famous doctor in the Delpicurus school. Even if you are a daughter of a barbarian tribe, you have probably heard of my illustrious reputation.”
“There isn’t any.”
“Aww, these days, young people have no manners, tsk. Huh, whatever. It’s foolish to force flying on a turtle. It’s also foolish to force knowledge and manners on a stupid barbarian.”
The woman in the mask is Luna.
And this half-broken inspiration seems to be a halfling named Platan. It felt like it was time for self-introductions, so I was about to lightly say my name.
Diriring-.
“My name is Malko. I am a wandering musician. I am an iron-rank adventurer like everyone else.”
Even the guy who wasn’t particularly curious finished introducing himself. Thanks to that, everyone’s attention was now focused on me.
It’s been a while since I’ve had this much attention, so I was a bit nervous, so I just said something.
“It’s Hotsanimda. I hope you have a nice day today.”
It was a bit of a weird gathering, but anyway, all we did was clean up, pick up some trash, and pull out a few weeds.
Since we’re just meeting today, there’s no need for me to talk in depth about myself or get too attached.
I guess everyone thought the same thing, and no one asked me any more questions after I gave a proper introduction.
*
“Sir, are you going the right way? Are you sure you can read a map?”
We had already been walking for several hours outside the walls of Sodomora.
As you walk through the fields to the west of Sodomora, you will soon come across a dense forest. It appears that the temple we are to clean and organize today is located right within it.
“Don’t rush me, Samaritan. Reading a map is reading the world. Reading the world means understanding the truth. Therefore, reading a map is no different from understanding the truth of the world.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about, but anyway, halfling old man Platan has been going around in circles for an hour, preaching this bullshit philosophy.
This kid keeps talking about being a doctor and all, but doesn’t he actually not know how to read a map?
– X –
I suddenly felt annoyed when I saw the wound on the tree that I had marked with my dagger earlier. It was at that very moment.
“Kioo-ot! Tiger Hornet!”
Someone from the group runs towards them, screaming like someone is wringing a chicken’s neck. It’s Luna, the witch doctor.
“Got it, hehe! Lucky!”
Luna caught the bee, which was about the size of her thumb, with the whip she was holding in her hand, then stuffed it into the leather flask she was carrying at her waist and closed the lid.
There were already more than five wasps inside, either hornets or something.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-.
I was getting really annoyed and irritated because I kept hearing the loud flapping sound of wings inside the leather bottle. Then the halfling old man Platan said something.
“According to the superstitions of the outlying regions, bee wine is said to be good for arousal. The people of Ideope also use bee stings as medicine. I guess it really is true. How uncivilized you are.”
“That’s what the old man says because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. When the liquor is ready, it’s expensive! It’s sold for one silver a bottle!”
“What, what!? Oh, ahem. There are authors who buy things like that. What is this world going to become? When the Titans ruled, this kind of thing never happened-.”
The eyes of the half-moon-like old man Platan, who must have been drawn to the large sum of money he had thought of, began to move busily around the trees and bushes.
This little shit is clearly looking for a punishment right now.
Look at the map carefully, you little punk. You’ve been going around in the same spot all this time.
Diriring-.
“The sound of the bee’s wings! This is a warm melody! The title is Flight of the Hornet. The hornet is buzzing, buzzing again today, working hard-.”
I don’t want to make a long story short, but this is a really fucked up party.
Did Daphne the receptionist say there would be one weird kid? At this point, everyone but me looks like a troll.
Everyone except me is a retard. It makes me wonder if I’m the weird one among all these retards.
Shit, am I really wrong?
I remember that Elfriede and her companions were bankrupt by nature, but they were not this bizarre.
The gap between a silver-rank adventurer and an iron-rank adventurer seems to be as wide as the gap between an ant and a wasp crawling on the ground.
At that moment, something flew by right before my eyes.
Shit, this is a punishment.
1 silver!
My body jumped out before I thought and I slapped the bee with my palm.
The bee, who had been slapped out of nowhere, was tumbling on the floor as if it had fainted, so I grabbed the bastard by the waist.
It was as big as my fist, and the sound of its wings flapping sounded like a helicopter, so it was quite scary.
The color is black and it’s shiny, so it looks cool in a way, but the sound of the tongs snapping together is so loud that I can hear it all the way to my ears, fucking freaking out.
Wow, how did I get my hands on this?
Anyway, it’s going to be a really big fine! The fine that’s going to be given to you with that big fine is going to be really expensive!
As I struggled to put the captured bees into the leather pouch on my waist.
“Wow, that’s a cockroach! It’s so hard to catch. You touched it with your bare hands? Are Samaritans as fearless as I’ve heard? You said Hassan, right?”
Luna, the voodoo magician who had been going crazy just looking at bees, showed interest in the bees I had caught.
“Cockroach?”
“Yeah, they’re worth 20 coppers each. They’re so vicious that it’s hard to catch them. I don’t think they’ve even stung me. You’re lucky, you! If they’re alive, they’ll be worth 30 coppers!”
Although her face was not visible because of the mask, Luna seemed to envy me.
Actually, I was really scared of spiders, but I was okay with bees.
Since I was little, I got stung by bees a lot because my father kept talking about how I could not eat a lot of food. And because of my military service in Gangwon-do and my father’s extreme temper, I encountered bees and such countless times while weeding.
Anyway, shit, a bee costs 30 coppers. One of these guys costs more than my cleaning bill. Is that true? 30 coppers is enough for six bowls of noodles. You can eat ten bowls of noodles if they’re a little cheaper.
Shit, I’m so tired.
“30 Cooper-? There’s such academic value in a wheelbarrow? Back in my day, I couldn’t even imagine something like a wheelbarrow being worth that kind of money.”
“Thirty coppers is more than this guy makes on the road all day.”
The half-moon Dr. Platan and the nose-scarred musician, who had been paying attention, seemed to be interested in the large sum of money.
And so our journey turned into a bizarre event of collecting bees, beetles, mushrooms, etc. and showing off and showing off our treasures to each other!!
[Work Review] I woke up to find that the number of submissions and recommendations had suddenly increased..!! It seems that a cute girl is good at attracting customers..!!
Thank you for the coupon, Catalogic. I will work harder..!!
I also received an anonymous manuscript fee coupon ㅠㅠ.. Thank you so much for your generous support for my limited number of articles. Tsk tsk, I will collect the coupons you sent and convert them into illustrations for children, including Kkanfriede..!!
