Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

51 – Road to the Middle East 1

Time passed quickly.

It’s not just because Hwaran pushed me harder than usual, it just wasn’t anything special.

I can assure you, if I were to transcribe what I did for 10 days, there would be almost no errors except for the date.

That’s why this morning started with a different nightmare as usual.

Brush.

In the midst of the sound of moving straw, I recited my impressions of the day.

“f*ck, this is the first time I’ve ever had a dream in my life where a professor slams my head with a thesis.”

– Papers! Occasionally! Who writes! Where are you!!

– Evil! Professor! You didn’t say graduate students aren’t human- evil!!

It was even more irritating because he swung it so badly.

Was this nobleman the professor of the swordsmanship department, not the history department?

The suspicion about Professor Oh’s history-swordsmanship double major had to be put aside for a while. Because I had work to do now.

So instead of the thesis, I removed the straw that was stabbing my head and slowly raised my stiff upper body all night.

“Awesome.”

The dawn seeping through the holes here and there dispelled the darkness of midnight.

Although it doesn’t invigorate, at least the cool blue light hints that this guy’s body needs to come back to life.

“Lehu who lives today.”

I was just uttering one word.

Kikik.

As soon as I opened the door, the refreshingly cool air began to sweep through the old warehouse.

It seems the wind is slowly changing.

“Oh. It’s cold.”

I left the door open for a while and arranged the valuables on the table.

Roasted Oats, Lard, Money Bag, ‘The Gentleman’s Guide to Britian’.

And the black box.

It’s a long way to the middle.

You had to take care of your valuables, and mercenaries usually carried a decent amount of valuables on the battlefield.

As an aside, because of that, there are scavengers roaming around the battlefield, and there’s even a box for the hands and feet of a thief at the gate.

Although mercenaries will remain in the house to some extent, there will always be people who can’t play their hands anywhere.

Because there are statistics that one or two of the beggars who are training (indefinitely) in rags in front of the Hebrides Cathedral have lost one of their wrists while messing with other people’s money.

Of course, I don’t know the source, and it’s not something I know.

What I have to sympathize with is not the guerrilla homeless people, but myself, who has to do something I haven’t done at the training center.

“Ehh. f*ck.”

After closing the warehouse door tightly, I headed for the gate.

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It was already noisy, and it seemed that it had been working for a long time.

The road, which would have been wide at this time, has changed like the road in front of the school on the day of the field trip.

“Carry the box!”

“Ahhhhh, the f*cking snake is open!”

Chalkang!

“Oh sh*t. I almost broke my ankle.”

“Some crazy bastard opened up and stacked bear traps?”

“How do I do that?”

“I don’t know, bring a stick first.”

Seeing that, I was proud of myself.

I wouldn’t have cleaned that up if I had come out earlier.

“As expected, it was rewarding to wake up a little late.”

Having praised myself, I looked around.

As I always said, Gara had to hit while he could.

And after thinking for a long time, the place I headed to was the place where Guilford was located.

“Good morning. Guilford.”

“Yes. Good morning. It’s a good day for a drink.”

He seemed in a bad mood today.

Because he showed a difference in tension in proportion to the concentration of alcohol in his blood, I asked cautiously.

“I’ll be here instead, would you like a drink?”

Then his expression immediately began to change.

It was possible because between us it was more comfortable to be straightforward.

“Is that so?”

As expected.

“Hmm. However, it is quite difficult if the director is absent now.”

But today’s Guilford seems more worth living than I thought.

Rejecting alcohol was not the answer.

But I didn’t back down.

―Chalkang!

“Hey, you haven’t put the f*cking bear trap down yet?”

“Did you clean it up?”

―Hey!

“Hey, where’s the youngster trying to catch a snake two-handed?”

“No matter what you hold it with, it’s enough.”

Because those eerie sounds coming from behind my back were making me that way.

I looked at his armband for a moment, then opened his mouth.

“The weather in the middle is warm.”

Actually, I don’t know.

“I did. Always.”

“As far as I know, alcohol is relatively weak instead of stronger, but I don’t think Guilford will enjoy it very much.”

Guilford was quick-witted, he knew what I was going to say.

“So, go have a drink and bring it?”

It was a line that needed some correction.

“I understand that we agreed that it was a quality check of the stockpile for standing use, but am I mistaken?”

Then something lit up in his eyes.

Craving for something has raised a person’s ability to the maximum.

“Yes. I guess I need to check the quality a bit. For example, tasting.”

And for Guilford, alcohol was just that.

We talked slowly.

“And while I was checking about emergency supplies, I was forced to leave my seat to figure out what I had to go to myself…”

“As a disciple of Huar’an, I happened to be temporarily managing and supervising. Isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

No more words were needed.

Kick, thump.

He disappeared over the porch, and the armband was put on my arm.

I had nothing more to do.

Guilford has already arranged the personnel arrangements to some extent, so I just need to add a spoon.

“Come on. Let’s do it a little faster!”

With applause, I slowly walked forward.

***

“Go!!”

With Hwar’an’s signal, a crackling sound came from far away toward us at the end.

We have a long way to go.

I didn’t know how many days I would have to stay, so Huar’an only told me to get ready.

At some point, I heard the sound of a carriage moving in front of us, and soon my body shook for a moment.

All right.

The carriage departed.

All right.

The sound of hooves pounding on the floor awakened the Hebrides, then fell silent again.

Wagons wrapped in white cloth allowed only the reverse side. Is it because you don’t want to show your inner self?

That’s why the fragments of the city I’ve lived in for five years, the familiar gray things, gradually moved away behind me.

All right.

It went dark briefly, then brightened. It seemed to be under the castle gate.

As we passed through the dark tunnel, voices came from both sides of the carriage.

“Is this the last mercenary?”

“No, we still have it.”

“The mercenaries are also having a hard time.”

As I slipped through the guards’ murmurs into the shadows and escaped, I could see the gates saying goodbye with open arms to see them off.

We are out of the Hebrides.

All right.

The wagon continued to run.

The wide gray plane becomes a thread and a dot.

The carriage stopped for a moment just when the inspiration for the color green, which eases the eyes, did not fade away and got tired of it.

Then we set off again, leaving only the grumblings and garbage of the back-ache mercenaries on the ground.

All right.

…There is still a long way to go before we reach the central region.

All right.

“Oops. Waist.”

And now, in our wagon, there were five people and a box.

It was a suitable environment for a casual altercation to pass the time.

But with the exception of the sleepy prianian squad leader, we had all our faults with each other, so there was no more chatter.

Sniff sniff.

“It smells like paper.”

“……”

“……”

And as always, the best thing in this case was the cards.

“You have a card. Raise your hand.”

“……”

“He is Vieri with a card. You raise your hand.”

Fortunately, one person had the card. It was Vieri.

“I brought it to the garrison to get some money. Lol.”

So said our gambler, taking an old card out of his bosom.

“These days, donating money to others is said to be ‘attached’. I learned something good.”

“Dog-like bastard.”

“Uh huh, nice words.”

After receiving the card from him, I set it instead of dealing it right away.

I put the blanket I was carrying on top of the vertical box, and put the card on it.

Indeed, the standard of the military Blanket-style setting.

“Anyone playing paddles?”

“I-“

“Except Vieri.”

There was no one there.

Of course, no one likes to wear a gun.

So, based on the principle of the group task, ‘Who wants to promote?’, I, who spoke first, decided to pass the cards.

Come on.

The sound of playing cards filled the carriage.

Then he stopped and threw his hand around.

In all four corners, exactly two cards gently landed, and all of them became anglers to check Sakura at this moment.

At the same time.

“You’re lucky.”

“Die! Climbers.”

“Ayy, it’s ruined.”

Bluffs started flying in from all directions.

It wasn’t laughable, but it was quite funny.

“These days, when you put down your card, you hit it with your tongue, my God.”

That’s why I continued with a smile.

“Just say one word. It would be better to shout Dai in advance and enter the coffin before the coffin runs out.”

Because even Haruura isn’t here.

***

Because he kept losing, Vieri’s efforts to overturn the board were suppressed by the three hands.

Around the time when the perception that I read books for fun is like a child who eats rice in milk.

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At last the wagon arrived at the camp.

Even if it was called a campsite, it was just to set up in a wide area, but at least we all had the same mind.

Ah, I lived.

After we got off and lined up in front of them, Huar’an briefly gave instructions.

“There are many wagons. There seems to be another mercenary group, so we can camp properly without any problems.”

A short, thick shout filled the encampment.

“Dissolution.”

After Hwar’an’s words, everyone stumbled and spread out in all directions.

“Ah, ah. Ah.”

“Spare my back.”

I don’t know if these are the northern mercenaries or the welfare sanitarium, as they slowly walk away holding on to their numb legs.

But I have nothing to say. It hurts so bad

“Egogo, f*ck my waist.”

I can assure you, if I had been given the 4th grade at the waist, I would have collapsed with bubbles in the middle.

I went a longer distance without stopping than the last time I escorted the guild, so who could not be fine?

It’s been a while since I’ve missed car suspension so much.

At that time, someone from behind spoke to me.

“Hey, is it hard?”

It was Hwaran.

“It’s okay. But how much further do I have to go?”

He pondered for a moment before replying.

“I will be there tomorrow afternoon.”

f*ck.

“As I said before, other mercenaries will be here, so don’t go too far unless you want to change wagons.”

“I will.”

“Rest.”

I moved on again.

Because I had to keep moving in order to find a land that was at least less bug-free.

“f*ck, where is my Canaan?”

After wandering around for a long time, she saw a moderately dry and good land in front of her eyes.

The land where not even a single maggot could be seen, let alone a centipede, was an extraordinary feat.

“Ah. Lived-“

Fluffy.

Like that, my luggage was thrown in front of me as I walked with my head down again.

As the dust rose towards my face, I heard a voice that sounded like someone was laughing.

“What are you?”

When I raised my head at the sound, there were strange assholes.

“Here we came first. Go away.”

In his hands fluttering as if chasing away flies, I could feel the thinness of the home training he had received.

You can’t avoid that, bastard.

Cheolchul, I will listen.

Someone’s bullsh*t brought me sadness and anger.