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155 – Hassan and the Thief with the A-Hip Head #6
“Hey, it looks like someone’s going to pop out from below…!”
The nymph Paranoi of the ditch was very timid. So timid that she couldn’t even do her business alone in the dark of the night.
It seems like there are some symptoms of delusion of persecution.
I feel sorry for him because of how hard his life has been, but on the other hand, I find it a little annoying.
“So what, you want me to hold your leg?”
“Father, please…! I feel like I’m going to explode, but it won’t come out…!”
The nymph’s clear voice was tinged with fear and dread. It must be painful to not be able to handle urgent matters.
“Hatsan-nim-! Huuuuu..”
“Hey, write.”
I just woke up and was out of my mind. I wonder what on earth I’m doing.
“Then let’s go in.”
“Yes, yes…”
When I opened the barn door, I saw Paranoy stamping his feet. He was twisting his thighs this way and that, not knowing what to do, and I was getting nervous.
What am I going to do now? At least I feel a little less guilty because I drank alcohol.
“How do you want me to hold your leg?”
“I think it would be good if you did it like this from behind…. hugging both thighs and lifting them up…. That’s the position my mother used to hold me in when I was little…”
He asked me to hug both thighs from behind.
I wonder if I understood the posture correctly. If there was someone in front, it would be obvious that they were looking at something.
“Then let’s go back to sleep quickly.”
Swoosh.
I pulled up the rough, ashen robe of the nymph Paranoy of the ditch waters to above my thighs.
Although her rather slender and soft calves and thighs were revealed, it didn’t feel strange because it reminded me of my younger sister when she was younger.
Swish.
Just hold Paranoy’s thighs from behind.
“Whoaaah!”
“Why, why are you making such strange noises?”
“Hassan, your palm is hot…!”
“I can’t help it. I have to endure it.”
In contrast to my hot palms, Paranoy’s thighs are cooler than I imagined, smooth, soft, and squishy.
A young girl is so delicate and fragile that it can feel so easy to break.
Urrrrrrr…
But still, this is a bit embarrassing and shameful.
I was going to keep quiet, but I felt like I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I decided to change the subject and just ask random questions.
“But, I’m curious, so how old are you now?”
“I am a nymph of the ditch water…”
When I ask how old you are, why does a nymph from a ditch come out?
“No, how old are you? Your age?”
“The nymph of the ditch is as old as a small palm tree. When she becomes as old as a slightly larger tree, she becomes the nymph of the stream….”
Nymph of the ditch, nymph of the stream.
It seems that the methods of calculating age for nymphs and humans are quite different. I heard that nymphs are a long-lived species that live quite a long time. So even if they look like this, I think they are probably older than adults.
In addition to nymphs, there were races in this world whose average lifespan was longer than that of ordinary humans. For example, elves are one such race. Did you know that elves can live for an average of about 200 years?
A species that lives twice as long as humans.
“I…Hassan-nim.”
Paranoy asked me to come down, as if he had finished his business. As I raised my eyes, I heard various muttering sounds in succession.
“Oh, it’s all over now. Thank you… It’s nice to think of my mother….”
My mother.
Paranoy would occasionally speak of his mother in this way:
Nymphs are a race that consists only of women, and since only female nymphs are born from nymphs, the mother of this guy must have been a nymph similar to this guy.
“My mother was a kind person.”
On the way back. Paranoy babbled, either realizing that I was thinking about the female nymphs or just saying something.
“I lived in hiding in a cave with my mother. But one day, my mother went out to pick fruit and didn’t come back…”
“Oh, that’s right.
My mother didn’t come back one day. Up until just now, I was feeling light and carefree, but now my heart feels heavy as if a lump of iron has been placed on it.
“Mom, did something bad happen?”
“I don’t think so. My mother was blessed with chaos… She was a bit out of it. I think she may have forgotten how to get back…”
“A blessing of chaos?”
I felt uneasy at the rather familiar word.
“…Long live chaos.”
As I muttered softly, letters appeared before my eyes.
『Name: Hassan Lv. 22
Strength: 12
Agility: 4
Stamina: 61
Task: 60
Grace: Blessing of Chaos》 Shining Hands》 Cloak of Night》
There is definitely a word there called the blessing of chaos.
I asked.
“Do you know what the Blessing of Chaos is? Can you tell me what it is?”
“I don’t know much about it, but according to my mother, a long time ago…. a time when there was no distinction between gods, humans, and beasts. A time when the world was filled with a round, black emptiness like an egg…. The emptiness. The primordial firmament….”
A paranoiac who can’t continue talking after talking so well.
The boy suddenly started sobbing.
“Hey, why are you crying all of a sudden?”
“I miss my mother…!”
I panicked as the crying grew louder and louder.
Was I asking for nothing? So, to calm him down, I pressed the crease of his wrist, the shinmun point, with my thumb.
“Ah, ah-dat-!”
People who are under a lot of stress can press this area to help them feel more mentally and physically stable.
Deering -.
『Name: Paranoy Lv. 21
Status: Curse of Stunted Development》Loneliness》Sugar Addiction》
Did pressing the wrist point determine that it was a pulse? The words also came to mind. The items were no different from the ones I saw last time. Loneliness and sugar addiction.
Could it be that the loneliness he has comes from the cave where his mother never returned? And could that loneliness be resolved through palm pressure?
But surprisingly, it is possible.
There are also some incredibly powerful acupressure points that you can press when you’re feeling lonely.
Shit, really stupid acupressure points. If you put it on your nose, it’s a nose ring. If you put it on your ear, it’s an earring. I thought it was so funny when I was forced to learn it. Honestly, it’s still kind of the same now. It’s like a scam.
“Ah, it hurts..!”
I gently pressed the red spots that had appeared on the guy’s palm, namely the Lao Palace point.
This place is excellent for calming the mind and body and for improving the function of the stomach, so it is good to press on it anyway.
“Ugh! It hurts, it hurts…!”
But even if you press hard, it shouldn’t be a painful acupressure point. Paranoy felt unusually playful. Is it because the palm of your hand is small and dense that the nerves are more sensitive?
When I thought about it, I realized that my strength level had more than doubled compared to before. I shouldn’t apply pressure with the same strength as before.
Acupressure isn’t something that can be done just by using strong force.
Ssuk.
So I loosened my grip a bit more than necessary. The nymph Paranoy of the ditch water relaxed a little.
“Haaaaa..”
At the same time, the word ‘Deering’ comes to mind.
“I cured the ‘Loneliness of Paranoia'”
『Task value + 10』
『Current task value + 70』
The task score also came in well, and I think I can say that this is a decent harvest considering I just woke up from a nap.
“How are you, are you feeling better now?”
“I feel a lot better now that Hassan-nim is holding my hand…!”
“Good. Then let’s go back and sleep.”
“I, that….”
But Paranoy hesitated as if there was another problem.
“Why again.”
“Cow, could you hold my hand for a bit? Even just until the end of the road, that would be fine…”
hand?
Was it still not better to be lonely when you thought of your mother?
Well, it would be strange in itself that a person’s emotions can change in any direction just by pressing the palm of their hand.
So I decided to hold his hand until we got back to the cabin. In many ways, it reminded me of my younger sister when I was younger.
“Hassan, your palm is big…”
“I see.”
“It’s like the Pluto I met when I was young…”
I was just walking around, but the unexpected name coming out of Paranoy’s mouth made me feel a little sleepy.
“Have you ever met Pluto?”
“It feels like a dream now. But I definitely lived thanks to him. Just like Hassan, he was a man with big palms and a big body… His hair and eyes were pitch black…”
You met Pluto. I don’t know if that’s true. Anyway, did this guy ever save his life because of that guy?
“So you became Pluto’s cult member?”
“I thought that if I raised the skeletons, I would make a lot of friends… But I have no talent for necromancy, so the most I could do was make a golem out of clay….”
I don’t know why I became a cult member. But if you think about it, most of the pseudo-religions on Earth try to exploit the gaps in our hearts.
It is to cleverly delve into the inner world of those who are difficult, lonely, struggling, and poor, and to deceive them.
In reality, even people who know that what they believe is wrong do not escape because they know that the only people who treat and treat them well are people from pseudo-religions.
Of course, the quality of pseudo-religions and heretics is bad in that they exploit such difficult and vulnerable people.
On the one hand, it’s funny that I, the son of a night school health worker, am saying this.
Anyway, the cabin was visible over there again. I should go to sleep quickly. I really should get a good night’s sleep and be fully prepared.
At the moment I was thinking that, Paranoy spoke to me again in a very gentle voice.
“Hassan, are you by any chance interested in necromancy…?”
“Necromancy?”
“Hassan is such a great man, just saying, ‘Get up’ will be enough…”
“Oh, get up.. Get up, get up. Why, are you still not very social? You need to get hit again to come to your senses.”
“Eek!”
Paranoia was startled when I grabbed his other hand. He shook off my hand and ran away, running up to the second floor.
After all, a moderate amount of violence is a good remedy for people in this world who have gone down the wrong path.
This is physical therapy in the true sense of the word.
Miracle Physical Therapist Hassan ..
I fell back to sleep with such silly thoughts in my mind.
* * *
The next morning.
When I went to the Mars Guild, Hippolyte was waiting for me and Luna, leaning on the statue and crossing her arms.
“Hello, Hippolyte!”
“…Knoxdotty. You’re full of energy since morning. Is something good happening?”
“I’m making a Wildling Elixir! When it’s done, it’s going to be amazing! Now I won’t have to bother going to the bathhouse!”
“What leap? Ahem, anyway, today I’m going to investigate and inquire about the Thieves Guild as planned.”
Hippolyte briefly outlined her plans for the future.
“Their executives, who are rumored to be the ones who don’t show up, could be a long-term affair, possibly even a month or more. It won’t be easy in many ways.”
But Luna seemed more interested in something else than Hippolyte’s plan. Luna was looking at Hippolyte’s face from all angles.
“…Why are you looking at me like that?
“Hippolyte, you’ve put on makeup! I’ve never seen you wear makeup before!”
“Ahem, well. Well, that’s right. I wasn’t very good at it. I had nothing to do.”
Hippolyta looked at a loss as her armor clanked. Then, suddenly, the warrior woman met my eyes.
I was amazed by her surprisingly long eyelashes and the subtle sparkles that shone through them.
So, while he was speechless in embarrassment, Hippolyte also looked around and eventually turned her face away.
“Anyway, that’s right. I heard that the Rose Order or something from Calcutta is already exploring the underground. We can’t just sit back and relax either.”
The Rose Group probably refers to the Silver Tier adventurer team that includes Delphina, Elfriede, and their companions, right?
Those guys are also competing with us to subdue the Thieves’ Guild. If they start to move, we must move as well.
Still, I had quite an advantage.
“So what I mean is, Lady Hippolyta.”
“What, what is it? Samaritan?”
Hippolyta flinched at my call.
I thought I was just imagining things, but seeing her reaction made it clear that she was also concerned about what happened in the barn last time.
Well, I guess people can’t learn without worrying about things like that.
But still, this was a public matter. Perhaps, it could even put Hippolyta’s own life at risk.
So, after I had sorted out my feelings, I decided to tell the story I had found out yesterday as if nothing had happened.
“That’s what happened. They said they were after the lives of gold tier adventurers.”
Hippolyta frowned at my words. There was no trace of the embarrassment she had felt just now.
He’s shown a lot of humanity lately. But he’s still an adventurer with enough skill to be a hero, so it’s probably easy for him to distinguish between public and private matters.
“Who knows about this fact?”
“I haven’t said anything else yet.”
“That’s a good thing. If this gets out, the guild’s already low status will plummet to rock bottom. Then, the stock price of the Mars Guild that I own will also fall.”
“What? Hippolyte, you invested in the Mars Guild?”
Luna shouted in disbelief at Hippolyte’s words. Hippolyte answered.
“I am receiving guild shares in return for my salary. This will eventually return to me as a greater fortune.”
“Mars Guild hasn’t even been listed yet!”
“I’ll do it soon. After we successfully take down the Thieves’ Guild, and I successfully complete several more commissions with Gold Tier.”
Luna and Hippolyte chatted for a while about the stock prices of the Mars Guild.
As I was just letting the story go in one ear and out the other because it didn’t seem to have much to do with me, Hippolyta asked me a question, as if the story was almost over.
“So, you said that thieves gather in the basement of the central street where the guild buildings are. Do you know who the gold tier adventurers they are targeting?”
“I’m good at that too…”
“I guess Aktai is that guy. He walks around in his underwear, and he looks funny here and there. He seems like a loser.”
Hippolyta seemed to have no idea that she would be the target.
Her pride couldn’t tolerate the fact that she was being targeted by someone, that she looked so weak that she could be a target.
“Then, I guess it would be better to wait until evening.”
So.
Time has passed.
dinner.
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