Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire - Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire chapter 45

The Dartmoor Disappearance Case (2)

Winter has arrived in the idyllic British countryside of Ashfield.

I’m sorry if you expected the snow quietly and gently accumulating in the coniferous forest, the frozen lake like a mirror, and the endless white snowy plain… There is no such thing.

The UK is a warm and humid region directly affected by the North Atlantic subtropical circulation that circulates the Atlantic Ocean, in other words, the Gulf of Mexico Warm Current.

That’s why it was hard to see the snow even though it was similar to Siberia.

just like now

I am watching the rain, which is perfect for melancholy.

Actually, that in itself is fine. For Indians who like books, isn’t the weather outside a problem anyway?

In fact, thanks to ＜Peter Perry＞, I was able to pull out a total of more than 6 months worth of manuscripts, from ＜Vincent Villiers＞ to ＜Dawnbringer＞.

Umm, it was indeed a fruitful self-canning time.

But the problem is.

“Ku, kuk, kuh…! The blood is boiling… kitchen!!”

“This asshole is like this all the way.”

It means that there is a person with 2nd grade in my house.

I said, looking pitifully and pitifully at Monty Miller, the poor 14-year-old who had been beaten in the back of the head by his sister and was lying on the ground in tears.

“Bocchan, isn’t it about time you gave up playing?”

“No, play! What the hell does that mean? Hanseul! I’m serious!”

Oh, how deep is my sin.

It’s a fact that I only found out now, but in fact, it seems that I wasn’t just an uncle or an older brother to Monty.

A mysterious wizard who unraveled all kinds of magical and mysterious stories in his head. When you wake up, you are a friend and guardian who has entered your daily life before you know it.

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I think I fell for it more easily and more deeply than other people because it was a book written by me with such an image.

“Whew.”

For me, it’s a pity.

Even if the 19th century was not exposed to this conventional wisdom, I never thought it would be so easily infected.

Unlike the 21st century, these 19th century people trained in toxic gas smog were very strong beings…

No, maybe it was only on the outside, and on the inside, it was so fragile that it could have been more dangerous for a disease like the middle 2 disease.

Then there is nothing you can do

In the end, all of this was my karma.

No matter how painful the heart is, Zhuge Liang must make a decision with the mindset of killing the devil.

therefore.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa…! Hanseul…!”

“The owl has no say.”

“No, this is real…!”

“If you do one, it will come up. one!”

“Oooh, read…!”

“Spirit in one, unity in two. one.”

“aaa!! Stay tuned!!”

I have no choice but to wear this red baseball cap. Ashfield’s spacious manor was also very suitable for use as a training ground.

I put on the underwear I had specially ordered, and spoke firmly in front of Monty, who bent and straightened his arms in time with the beeping whistle.

“Arms are lowered until the chest is at fist level. Straighten your back!”

“evil! evil!”

“Do it ten times and get up. No last relief. practice!”

“City, implementation!!”

After all, the best way to get rid of useless thoughts is to roll them with your body.

With a happy face, I nodded as I saw Monty faithfully following my words.

huh? My position in the military? Of course, it was just a rifleman Al infantryman. I came out of the administration department, but they didn’t select me as an administrative soldier.

In the first place, I am an ordinary MZ generation. He also said he hated the descendants of the master. No, I’m playing around as a private soldier, but TV shows all sorts of beautifying things. like a dog

So, what I am doing now is only an imitation based on my memory and indirect experience.

In the first place, there is no way that 14-year-old Monty could fully handle the harsh cold weather and guerrilla attacks, which are just innocent and absurd with no effect, right?

It just exists purely to annoy people.

So, around the time I thought about doing some exercise with a moderate amount of sweat.

“Good job. Come this way.”

“Ha, Hanseul. I am really dying.”

“You worked hard. Now, please have a seat.”

I led Monty to a bonfire in the shade. Then, he put a candle in his hand.

“What is this?”

“Come on, listen.”

I went up to Monty and lit the candle he was holding.

And by the time Monty’s cold hands gently melted with the warmth of a warm candle and a campfire.

“Bocchan, it was difficult.”

“Of course not…”

“Didn’t your mother miss you?”

“I miss you······.”

Slowly, I start brushing off the yaburi.

Who am I? Since then, he has become one of the most popular writers in London. Even more so, Monty has been a kid since I was little.

Bringing out the words that tickle such a child’s heart is a simple thing.

“Black…”

In the end, Monty lightly weeps.

okay. The words were slick, but this is actually a common Korean-style retreat meta.

In fact, I also hate the nonsense of paying my own money to go through hardships and trying to fix everything with Shinpa, but… I only knew the effect with my own body, so I hired it.

When the body suffers, the boundaries of the mind weaken.

The warmth that pierces through both bodily sensations and emotions, stabbed in when the boundaries of the heart become weak.

It is the best painkiller to blow away useless thoughts.

“I baked sweet potatoes and egg potatoes, would you like to eat them?”

“······Want some!”

I said, wiping Monty’s cheek as he shoveled a salt grain potato into his mouth, smearing soot on his cheek.

“So, are you feeling better now?”

“eww······.”

The water hasn’t drained yet.

Actually, Monty is 14 years old, and in Korea, he is just a middle school student.

The second bottle in middle school is physiological, so you can’t drain all the water at once.

On the contrary, if you push too hard, it will only go astray. So that’s it for today.

Instead, I changed the subject and started a different story.

“Still, I think ＜Dawnbringer＞ was fun.”

“sure!”

That was ’empathy’.

“so? What did you like best?”

“Yeah, that’s cool! and······.”

Monty began to recount without pause the parts he enjoyed. Putting it all together… What is it, in the end it all turned out to be good.

“Anyway, that’s how I want to become a hero who defeats villains and helps the weak.”

“······hmm.”

Well, it’s easy, but it’s hard. I shrugged and shrugged.

“But you saw the Bocchan too, right? Edmund went through rigorous training to acquire that power. Even what I just did is not enough… I have to do dozens of times more every day than what I have done now.”

“Grunt…!”

I grinned at Monty’s cute expression, which was bluish with potatoes in his mouth.

“Well, even with that, in the end, only the body is made. Do you know what really matters to a hero?”

“What?”

“It’s the mindset.”

Being strong doesn’t make you a hero. It’s not like he’s a hero because he’s cool.

A heart that does not give up.

The strength to push to the end what you think is right.

And above all, altruism that can sincerely sympathize with the weak and extend a helping hand in need.

“Without that, you can’t be a hero. In other words, if you have it, you can be called a hero even if you don’t have power.”

“Sheesh, that’s a good story to hear again.”

sh*t, i got it

My hair got thicker and my eyesight grew a lot. But I still put a steel plate on my face and said.

“Really? In a way, Mr. Miller is also a hero to me.”

“You go out and play cricket on a fictitious day?”

“The original person is not perfect.”

Edmund is also treated as an idiot in society, right?

Anyway, I stroked Monty’s hair. Monty struggled here and there to get rid of it, as if he was ashamed unlike before.

hehehe, but I’m still not strong enough.

I brushed my hair harder and said softly.

“Don’t be so impatient. I was at that age once, so I can roughly guess, but unexpectedly, I am not in such a hurry.”

It is necessary to be relaxed and to have a conversation so that the other person can understand. Originally, the world is the law that goes back to jeong-anti-hap.

Of course, Monty mumbled in my arms that he still couldn’t understand.

Well, it’s okay if you don’t understand now. No, it’s only natural that he doesn’t understand, no matter how big he gets, what does a guy the size of a rat know?

so.

“If you don’t know, just study hard for now. That is the answer.”

“You are saying the same thing as my mother.”

I smiled bitterly as I watched Monty grumble.

Well, as long as you don’t stray anyway, eventually you’ll figure it out on your own.

‘And then I’m going to kick the blanket in bed!’

Because that is the final destination. hahahaha, I’m looking forward to that time.

That was when I thought so.

“Hanseul! Monty! Are you done?”

“Yes, Mr. Miller! Bocchan, then go in soon.”

“huh.”

quick answer. Alright, the educational effect is certain.

In this way, I showed the now docile Monty to the Millers, and entered the mansion, receiving praise from Mrs. Clara and reverence from Mr. Miller.

But it wasn’t just because it was almost dinnertime that Mr. Miller called me.

there was work

“I need to go on a business trip to Dartmoor.”

“If it’s Dartmoor… it’s a town with nothing in it, right? Did something suddenly happen?”

“Well, Baron Carlyle went missing some time ago.”

“Huh…”

Baron Carlisle is the last descendant of the Baron family that had Dartmoor as its fiefdom.

He was quite a wealthy man, so he was familiar with Mr. Miller from time to time, maybe?

I also remember seeing a glimpse of it a few times. Well, it didn’t leave a deep impression on me, so I can’t remember exactly what he looked like… but that man must have been single and had no relatives? If so, what?

I thought of a hypothesis and raised my head, and Mr. Miller nodded as if I was right.

“As you know, there are no heirs there. So it seems the bank is going to auction off everything and dispose of it.”

“aha.”

Indeed, if I said that, now it’s a chuck. I nodded and said.

“You mean we can go and pick up some useful art, right?”

“okay. And if it’s okay, can I take Monty with me? Seeing what he was doing, it seems like he did it because he was bored because it was vacation, but I need to ventilate him like this.”

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“great.”

It seemed that he wanted to firmly hold the reins this time, as he had become quiet for a while through my education.

If you roll back while I’m gone, that’s okay.

Well, it’s not far away, and Monty isn’t a kid who goes out of his way, so there’s no big problem.

At most, it would be enough to make you feel like going on a picnic, since you stop by the next town and look around the mansion.

I also wrote in a small room for a while, so I needed a little refresh.

“Then let’s start today.”

Hmm, do you think there’s anything worthwhile there?