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Hassan, the Morning Star of Sodomora
055 ? Sodomora’s Morning Star Hassan #6
Luna said she was busy with some paperwork and cleaning for the cabin.
“I have a lot to buy, so I think I’ll be busy today. See you tomorrow!”
“okay.”
After parting ways with Luna in front of the inn, I headed back to the guild building.
It was because I didn’t really have anything to do, and for some reason I felt a compulsion to become a strong person.
So, just as Hippolyte had told me to, I was about to swing my sword at the scarecrows a few times when I felt a noise behind me again.
Swish-.
“Are you Hippolyte?”
“Oh, you guessed right without even looking.”
Shit, the only one who would show up behind me like that is Hippolyta, so there’s no need to ask. The other guys don’t usually approach me.
Anyway, I didn’t care about Hippolyte and continued to stab the sword into the scarecrow. When you just want to hit something and vent your anger, moving your body roughly is the perfect thing.
Hippolyte spoke to me like that.
“You’ve been working hard since morning. That’s a good desire to improve. Even swinging your sword feels like you have a purpose. Are you really upset that you lost to me?”
At those words, I remembered the duel I had had the day before. I don’t know if you could call it a duel. I was really crushed.
But I don’t really feel bad about losing. It was a fight I wasn’t even supposed to fight in the first place.
I think that in order to feel wronged, you have to say that you lost badly or that your skills were not the same. But I didn’t feel like explaining it all.
“You could say that.”
“Hassan of Samaria. I thought you were just a punk. Of all your peers, you are the best. Alright, I’ll at least correct your posture.”
Swish-.
Wasn’t it Hippolyte who said that and then clung to my back, grabbing my arm and hand without hesitation?
Of course, the feeling of hard armor on my back is nothing exciting or anything, but my heart always sinks when I see someone come over to my personal place without hesitation like this.
“At a slightly oblique angle, if you cut down like this, it will go from the collarbone to the side-.”
He did explain something while holding my hand, but honestly, I couldn’t concentrate at all.
Because Hippolyte was emitting a strong scent of perfume and, perhaps, a faint smell of sweat, something that made the blood rush to the lower half of a man’s body.
It’s like a wild beast. It’s scary because it seems like it’s going to be eaten.
“Okay, you’re doing pretty well. Of course, there are some things that are not so good. Come here often from now on. If you have time, I’ll take a look at your posture.”
Hippolyte, who was trying to correct my posture or something, tried to distance herself from me, wondering if she had work to do. I asked her a question quietly.
“Excuse me, Lady Hippolyta. What must I do to become a hero?”
It’s been about two years since I came to this world. I’ve heard people talking about heroes and such a few times.
But I didn’t think it was a story that had anything to do with me, so I wasn’t interested, and of course, I still don’t think it’s a story that has anything to do with me. Hero, he’s not even a hero, and the pronunciation itself is a bit funny.
“hero?”
It was Hippolyte who turned her head and shoulders slightly to look at me. Her expression seemed to say, “What is this brat trying to say?”
“Did you ask how to become a hero class?”
“Yes. Do I need to get some kind of certification to be recognized?”
“Yes. You will receive a certificate.”
Shit, you really do have a license. I was just asking, but I never thought you’d have a real license.
“Where can I get it?”
“If you follow the path of Mars, you will arrive there naturally.”
As she spoke, Hippolyte pointed to her chest with her finger. This made me imagine her bulging chest area and the enormous size of her breasts.
What, are you bragging about your big breasts? Of course they were big enough to brag about. I know how big they are because I touched them myself. They were so big that I couldn’t even hold them in one hand… .
“You look unpleasant. What are you imagining? I’m talking about dog tags.”
ah-.
Only then could I see the silver dog tag shining near Hippolyte’s chest.
It’s like an adventurer’s military tag, and as the level goes up, the material itself changes in order from iron, copper, silver, and gold.
“People call those who wear the golden insignia heroes. It is a reference to the great teacher Queiroz who gave his disciples golden necklaces.”
I don’t know what a great teacher is. Anyway, it’s said that gold tier adventurers are called heroes. Or maybe adventurers who enter the realm of heroes become gold tier.
Anyway, the gold dog tag was something you could call a license or certificate. My mind became clearer, but at the same time, I was worried.
Elfriedena who casts spells without order, Hippolyte who shoots sword energy with her sword, and even the boss who holds a really cool hammer, isn’t he a silver tier adventurer?
What kind of monsters can reach the realm of the golden tag that even those guys can’t reach?
“It won’t be easy to become a Gold Tier. There are many things to consider, from your reputation around you to your popularity with the citizens.”
“No, do I have to manage my popularity?”
“There are many who are skilled but cruel and ruthless and thus not recognized by others and thus do not reach the Gold Tier. There are also cases where they are arrogant and proud and do not receive recognition. Altair of the Minerva Guild is a perfect example of this.”
Oh, I have to be recognized by others? For me, this is the worst possible condition. I am Hassan of Samaria, who is despised and ridiculed everywhere, not to mention recognized.
“But the desire to improve is a good thing. If you’re an adventurer, aim higher, Hassan. And last time…”
“yes?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
* * *
After a quick lunch of something like a two-coupon burrito sold on the street, I walked around the park. As expected, playing with scarecrows wasn’t for me.
And even if you practice the Hundred Days in the normal way, you will only grow normally like everyone else. It may take weeks, months, or years for your Strength level to go up by 1.
“Long live chaos.”
Deering-.
『Name: Hassan Lv. 8
Strength: 3
Agility: 2
Stamina: 3
Task: 57
Grace: Blessing of Chaos》Clumsy Handicraft》Cloak of Night》
I frowned as I looked at the letters and numbers floating before my eyes.
Don’t I have some strange ability that others find amazing? If I use it, I’ll definitely become twice as strong as I am now.
However, in this world, using illegal medicine was said to be an illegal act that could result in death by being hit with a rock. Is there no way?
“Who is this? You’ve become quite the figurehead for the first time in a while, Barbaroi.”
As I was walking aimlessly around the park, I arrived at the library in Sodomora. Of course, even though it was called a library, it was more like a cramped used bookstore filled with old books.
Still, the knowledge accumulated here will make my head shine.
“So, Barbaroi, what are you looking for here? If you’re the one who’s the bell, it’d be quicker to look for it in the wilderness outside the city gates.”
A gaunt, gray-haired librarian looks at me and says a few words.
Of course, I know this is just a joke, but his sense of humor is just terrible. Is this what happens when you live buried in books?
Well done-.
A blue name tag hung around the man’s neck. I glanced at the name written on it and asked with a friendly expression on my face.
“Erymanthus. I came to borrow some books. Do you have an encyclopedia or something?”
“An encyclopedia? I have one. What are you going to do with it?”
“I plan to read it.”
“Amazing!”
Shit, what other use can one have for books besides reading them? I suddenly felt like opening this librarian’s head and looking into his thoughts.
“A Samaritan who cultivates knowledge. How curious. But procedure is procedure. Show me your dog tag.”
So I showed the librarian Erymanthus the dog tag dangling around my neck.
This is a badge of the same color that I just received from the guild, and I feel proud to show it off. I’m a bronze tier adventurer!
“Hassan of Samaria. Confirmed. A considerably more sinister necklace.”
Erymanthus frowned as he saw the fist-sized necklace around my neck. Since he had been dipped in ink, I wonder if he felt some kind of mystical power attached to my necklace.
“You’re so good at wearing something like that around your neck. Are you okay with it? I can sense some pretty sly magic.”
“I don’t feel anything. Anyway, please give me the book quickly.”
“Huh, maybe it’s the Samaritan’s unique mental protection? Anyway, just wait.”
Erymanthus disappeared between the old bookshelves. When he showed up, he was holding a huge, heavy-looking book in his hand.
“Here it is. If you lose it or damage it, you will have to pay for it.”
“Over there, I’ll sit at that desk and read.”
“Then let’s do that.”
Anyway, I took that damn thick and heavy book and sat down at the table in the corner. The title written on the worn book cover was-.
“If I just have this one book, can I be a Continentaler?”
Shit, that’s the book I read last time.
I opened the thick cover and started reading the items that I remembered and was curious about.
『Night Goddess Nox? One of the primordial beings, the Protogenoi, a goddess who was in charge of the dark realm of the night. It is said that the power she possesses, as a being before the faith of the Titans, is extremely powerful.
The place where she resides is none other than Pluto’s underground palace, the deepest layer of Tarotaros where evil seethes and even the gods are afraid to enter.
That alone should give you an idea of how great her power is. However, since she rarely ventures outside her own domain, not much is revealed or known about her.
Luna’s mother seemed to be a much more powerful god than expected.
Shit, but why is Luna, your daughter, Chikorita? Isn’t she your biological daughter?
No, maybe Nox is a really powerful Chikorita? A Gigantamax Chikorita? Damn, that’s kind of scary in its own right.
Sagrak, sagrak-.
I turned the page like that and stopped at a familiar letter.
Kk… Kk…
I found it. It’s really far back.
『Clepios? A healer said to have lived several decades ago. According to literature, he lived in the Kallan region, and was said to have been active near Babylia or Calcutta.
He was said to have been so skilled as a therapist that he had a natural talent for diagnosing a patient’s illness just by looking at their eyes.
However, his outstanding skills eventually caused trouble. Clepius ended up reviving the dead with his medical skills, angering Pluto, the king of the underworld.
Because of this, he was struck by lightning from Jupiter, who governed the laws of the gods, and was killed, and was imprisoned in the deepest part of Tartarus, suffering eternal torment.
However, it is said that Clepius was released from the underworld by the plea of his father, Apollo, the god of light, and ascended to the high place of Hyphos, where he was worshipped as the god of medicine.
From this point on, the relationship between Pluto and Jupiter appears to have become greatly misaligned and distorted, and the floating underground ruins occurring in various places appear to be an act of protest by Pluto.
Also, many changes took place on earth, such as new laws on medical practices being established to avoid repeating the mistakes of Clepius.
Clepius, the god of medicine.
Shit, there are people who can judge a person’s condition just by looking at their eyes.
I thought it was really weird to look at the letters by touching my wrist, but I can’t even imagine the look in his eyes. Isn’t that beyond the realm of medicine or anything?
Anyway, I think I understand a little bit why illegal medical practices are so vigilant and condemned in this world.
“If there is anything you do not know, ask Barbaroi. Since you have free time, I will answer simple questions. Ignorance is hated, but learning is not hated.”
As I was flipping through the book and putting the words into my head, the librarian spoke to me in a casual manner.
Well, there weren’t many customers and it seemed like the books were boring. There’s nothing that makes time go by faster than talking to other people.
Since I also happened to have some questions, I didn’t miss the opportunity and opened my mouth.
“I have a question about medicine.”
“medicine?”
Librarian Erymanthus looked utterly surprised.
It was as if he had been asked to ask a kindergartener a question and then asked, “What is the mathematically difficult Poincaré conjecture?” But soon his eyes began to show a strange interest.
“Medicine, as of now, is an unfortunate discipline. So, you have a question about medicine? Tell me.”
“To be exact, it’s more of a category than medicine. What is the distinction between illegal medical practices and non-medical practices?”
“Are you asking about the Clepius Law? Well, that’s not written in detail in the book. The Clepius Law…”
Erymanthus took a few deep breaths and then took out a thick book from a corner. It had something written on the cover that said something about the law, but I couldn’t make out the details.
Erymanthus opens it, flips through it, and begins to read a section.
“Here it is. Any act that violates the above provisions is considered illegal medical practice. First, receiving patients on the street without the approval of the temple or clinic. Second, a user of healing magic who has not reported to the temple and casts magic on a patient’s body without permission. Third… .”
“Excuse me, how many?”
“One hundred and fifty and five.”
Shit, there’s too much. Do you think I could possibly memorize all that stuff? So I decided to just ask the questions I was curious about.
“Well then, I have a question for you. Let’s say I massage the palm of your hand, Erymanthus.”
“That won’t happen. I don’t have any interest in holding a man’s hand.”
“I’m just giving an example. So, if I massage a part of my body like the palm or back to relieve a stiff shoulder, can that be considered an illegal medical practice?”
“Even though they are savages of the wilderness, it’s a shame that they don’t know such basic things. If massage is considered a medical practice, then all men who knead women’s breasts should be arrested. Can kneading be considered a medical practice?”
Erymanthus muttered to himself, “The medicine and medical skills of the wilderness are really of a low standard.” He seemed to have lost interest in me because of that, and the conversation stopped.
Anyway, to sum it up, does that mean that you won’t get hit by rocks just because you get a massage? What the hell, I’ve been worrying for nothing up until now.
But, it would be problematic to open a massage shop like a mat vendor, gathering people on the street. It would also attract more attention than necessary.
For the time being, I’ll just have to give massages to people I trust and earn task points.
After I had mostly answered my questions, I returned the books and got up to leave the library. By now, Luna must have also mostly finished her business.
“See you next time, Barbaroi.”
“See you later.”
After finishing the brief greeting, I was about to head out into the street.
“Tall, black hair. Yes.”
“Are you Hassan of Samaria?”
I turned my head at the sound of someone calling me from behind, and saw city guards armed with armor, shields, swords, and spears.
What the heck? Why are these people doing this to me? Shit, I don’t know what’s going on, but my legs are shaking and all the blood seems to be draining from my body.
“…What’s going on?”
“Don’t be so cautious. I’m not trying to capture you, hyung. Rather, I’m asking for your help. Do you know of a woman named Luna?”
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