Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear - Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 127

127 – A Transcript of Clues

I reached over and unfolded the folded cloth.

I saw something familiar with a box of candles.

Grabbing his throbbing head, he spit out its identity.

“…Thesis?”

“Ah. That’s just how it was done.”

Saying that someone might not be a witch doctor, Gordon smiled and said, putting a customized mind attack through his head.

“There is an original copy, but it is a bit difficult to give it to G-House. I had a hard time transcribing it by staying up all night.”

“Ah. Yes.”

“By the way, you can tell at a glance that this is the cover of a thesis. He is a very strange person.”

‘Who doesn’t know about that damn black leather cover?’

Even though there were no gold letters, anyone who had graduated after earning a master’s degree would be able to understand it after two years of watching people walking around and scattering it in guruma.

Pyeongju Kim entered the master’s course again, and the mercenary golfian G-House answered.

“It’s just that styles like that aren’t common.”

“I see.”

He nodded and unfolded the cover of the thesis, no clue.

-People cannot fly. Floating in the sky is a privilege only for winged creatures.

So primitive people explored the land.

But the primitive is now the present, and much has changed.

From the beginning, the words that were not easy began.

At least in a world where divine power exists, these words should be enough to become ready-made human firewood, let alone a vulgar joke.

Once I read it over and over again.

Although very feeble, we have succeeded in awakening the hands and tongue.

But we couldn’t wake Val. It’s all about still walking, riding in a carriage or boat.

So a new challenge related to space began.

For that, we have gathered.

“Ugh.”

It was quite hot from the beginning.

“Mr. Gordon, where the hell did you get these things from?”

Then he replied with a meaningful smile.

“Didn’t I say this once? It would be difficult for Mr. Ghouse to find a book related to that in our university library.”

In other words, he could have been found, but for some reason something was not clearing up.

If I had been somewhere where I could pick up the book, he would have told me where it was.

A place popped into my mind and I looked at Gordon.

“Mr. Gordon, no way.”

He nodded his head obediently to see if my guess was correct, and handed me a copy.

“Professor Jackson used this method often, so as long as he doesn’t tell you somewhere, don’t worry too much.”

Take out forbidden books.

It’s a strategy to go unnoticed, but isn’t that person a librarian?

I was astonished at the method that I couldn’t understand because I was so kind.

The librarian didn’t care and went on with what he had to say.

“This is a manuscript, and I couldn’t copy the parts that could not be interpreted or were damaged because the book was old. I wrote that I would write as much as possible, but I don’t know if it worked.”

In a word, it is a kind of revision.

It’s a pity that I couldn’t find the original, the perfect primary source material, but it’s better than being f*cked up for carrying around such a thing for no reason.

“First of all, this is all I can offer. I just found that too.”

Gordon, who did all this in a matter of days, had deep dark circles around his eyes.

As expected, he was a graduate student.

“If you want more details, you can become our library staff.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t listen to the last words. Thank you Gordon.”

I turned the magic tool on the table in the opposite direction.

Gordon, who had been getting some fresh air, got up from his seat, and I followed suit and saw him out the door.

“Then I will leave. Because my work with Professor Jackson is not over yet.”

“Go carefully.”

I offered to shake hands before he left.

His hands clenched, and I offered a good word to Gordon.

“Even if the net of heaven is sloppy, it will not miss anything, so surely you will be able to reap the fruits of your own efforts.”

Then, feeling a subtle pressure on his thick gloves, Gordon opened his mouth.

“G-House seems like a good fit for mercenary work.”

“Yes?”

“Just, when I look at his actions, I think that way. I’ll just go.”

After saying that, he disappeared out of the corridor.

I stared blankly at it.

Seeing him spit out only the worst curses, all he could think of was that he was a witch doctor.

***

The next day.

I spit out the gag as usual, then came down to eat.

But unlike usual, my eyes felt sore.

It was because the manuscript that Gordon gave me was not as easy as I thought.

-So we did ○○ and secretly contacted many trustworthy ○○ companies.

So we were able to ○solve the problem of ○○-people-…

This is because most of the writings have been damaged over time, and there were many parts that even Gordon could not restore.

However, as if he had tried his best in his own way, the words he guessed were written next to it, so at least it was tolerable.

It was a trivial problem that usually arises when interpreting most history books.

Originally, it would be good to cross-verify by referring to other things in this case, but there is no such thing now.

I just had to roughly interpret it while continuing the context with evil and kang.

I had to be satisfied with at least some amount of information accumulated.

That’s why I’m about to go upstairs after a quick meal today and focus on interpretation.

I could feel Priest Rien watching from the side.

I asked her quietly, looking into her golden eyes.

“Priest.”

“Yes, mercenary!”

Priest Rien smiled after answering.

It was the same as when I came to change the bandages in the morning.

“Is something wrong?”

Her daughter heard her voice and looked at her, but Priest Rien still smiled at her.

“Nothing happened! I will wake up first today!”

After she got up from her seat and went upstairs with a groan.

“As you know, I’ve rarely seen a person who says something like that and nothing goes wrong.”

Said the young lady who did not get up from her seat even after she finished eating.

“Mmm.”

As I let out a drool, she proposed to me.

“If you are worried about Priest Rien, how about going out with me?”

“Yes?”

Young Ae-ra proposes an outing to a mercenary who is worried about the priest.

“If you follow along alone, the picture will look quite strange. Get misunderstood by others.”

“Is the picture strange?”

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“What would the guards think if a man followed the lady alone?”

“Oh.”

It was clear that she was offering to tail me.

While thinking about it for a while, she heard footsteps from upstairs.

The priest who came down holding the mercenary employment book quietly headed out of the inn.

With my daughter.

After the door closed, the young lady proposed to me.

“How about it, mercenary? Don’t you suddenly want to go on a picnic?”

“Let’s go. Young lady.”

“Yes. Let’s go together.”

Let’s turn our heads at the sudden voice.

Prianian, who was sitting next to me, was staring at me.

“When did you come?”

“Just now. When the two of you are talking about going out.”

Still looking unwell, she said kindly, stroking my left arm under her table.

Her guilt surged from her fingertips.

“If one person feels uncomfortable, I think two are better, and three are better than two. Especially if one is a companion with an injured arm.”

Prianian asked while looking at the young lady.

“So, would it be all right to add one more person to the outing?”

Her young lady nodded her head.

“Welcome. Prianian.”

***

I started a bit late, but finding Priest Rien wasn’t as difficult as I thought.

Let’s go find the mercenary guild branch in Colhen, because she was in a corner talking to her receptionist.

After hiding among the mercenaries who keep glancing at Priest Rien nearby.

I overheard the receptionist.

“So, Mr. Elisir Lien?”

“Yes! Sister!”

A sales smile and an innocent smile met, and the receptionist was talking while pointing to documents.

“This is my personal opinion, but few people go to this area, so it will be hard to find.”

At those words, she sensed something strange.

‘Strange.’

Receptionists usually do not say that it is difficult or impossible while accepting requests.

Unless there is something special about that quest.

As the priest gazed at it, the receptionist gave his reason without even sighing.

And for me, I had time to figure out what he meant.

“As you can see, the area is also somewhat avoided by people, and the remuneration offered by the client is not too high.”

‘=I’m going to a dangerous place, and a small amount of money is at stake, so who will apply?’

The priest who heard that said with a shy smile.

“hehehe, I see!”

“Looking at the form, it seems that you have been using our branch recently… If the client wants it, we will accept it, but you should be aware that it may take a while.”

‘=I think I skipped a meal a few days ago.

Hearing the receptionist’s euphemistic refusal, she smiled and handed out the receipt.

“Then take care of me!”

As expected, following Priest Rien seemed like a good thing.