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Chapter 29.2: It Was Warm in the City That Year (3)
‘I came to the wrong place.’
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Johan regretted it. There was a reason why Eldans said, ‘If you stay at the inn, I will send someone to call you.’
ᅠ
It was uncomfortable for Johan to wait at the guild building.
ᅠ
Even though they heard from Eldans, the employees were not bold enough to approach Johan first, and since the other side was reluctant, Johan also hesitated to initiate conversation. He didn’t want to bother busy people needlessly.
ᅠ
Coming here to see and hear things firsthand only led to this awkwardness.
ᅠ
Geoffrey, being a former merchant, skillfully conversed with the guild staff, discussing various matters. The staff also seemed at ease talking with Geoffrey, sharing laughs. Johan wished someone would talk to him, but the cautious employees preferred speaking to a slave.
ᅠ
‘Damn.’
ᅠ
All Johan could do was to sit stiffly and solemnly.
ᅠ
As time passed in awkward silence, a commotion was heard outside. Soon, the door opened and an elderly human wrapped in robes entered.
ᅠ
‘He’s not an assassin.’
ᅠ
Johan thought this pointless thought as he looked at the old man. Certainly not a body trained for combat. His back was straight, and his eyes were sharp, but that was all.
ᅠ
The old man was accompanied by two slaves. The slaves were in plain clothes but had robust physiques, suggesting they could handle a fight.
ᅠ
“Welcome, Suetlg-nim. What brings you here?”
ᅠ
One of the employees, familiar with the old man, spoke with a flustered voice. It was customary to make an appointment before meeting a branch manager. Making someone of higher status wait was inconvenient for both parties. One such person was already enough.
ᅠ
“I came to see the branch manager. Why, is it a problem if this old man visits?”
ᅠ
“Not at all. . . I’ll inform them immediately.”
ᅠ
“Never mind. He’s busy, so I’ll wait.”
ᅠ
“Well then. . .”
ᅠ
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
ᅠ
As the old man waved his hand for them to leave, the staff hesitated but eventually backed away, knowing all too well his irritable nature.
ᅠ
The old man glanced around and, upon seeing Johan, his face lit up with interest. Johan, equally intrigued, locked eyes with him.
ᅠ
They both seemed out of place and awkward here.
ᅠ
“Are you a knight, milord?”
ᅠ
Johan nodded. The old man grinned wickedly, his smile twisted with multiple meanings, expressing both amusement at finding an interesting counterpart and confidence that he was indifferent to Johan’s status.
ᅠ
“Oh. . . .”
ᅠ
“But it’s no fun just telling you, so if you beat me in a game, I’ll answer any question you want.”
ᅠ
“Oh. . .”
ᅠ
This ‘Oh’ was one of disappointment. Johan cursed inwardly.
ᅠ
‘Damn. I should’ve practiced more.’
ᅠ
Even if knights didn’t learn to read, they were taught culture, including poetry and chess, the pastimes of nobility.
ᅠ
Being bad or unfamiliar with these activities made it hard to fit in with their circles. Hence, Johan had learned chess from Priest Valberga back in his fiefdom, believing it would come in handy someday.
ᅠ
Although Priest Valberga was an excellent chess player. . .
ᅠ
Johan was not a good student.
ᅠ
Even when viewed in the best light, the skill level was only average. It was natural not to improve much in chess, as there was little interest in it.
ᅠ
“Can’t we bet on something other than chess? Like dice gambling?”
ᅠ
Or maybe arm wrestling.
ᅠ
“You’re quite the joker. And I wasn’t talking about chess. The game of kings is fun, but it’s nothing compared to the game of gods.”
ᅠ
“??”
ᅠ
What is the game of gods? A duel?
ᅠ
As Johan looked puzzled, Suetlg clicked his tongue.
ᅠ
“Seems you don’t know. Are you from the north? This is a game favored by the sultans of the East. Merchants who caught the sultan’s eye learned it and spread it here. The pagans of the East call it the game of gods.”
ᅠ
With those words, Suetlg snapped his fingers. Then a slave came and set up a board.
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It was a Go board.
ᅠ
“. . . . . .”
ᅠ
Johan wore a stunned expression. Suetlg misunderstood it.
ᅠ
“You might be wondering why there are so many khans. Let me explain it to you simply. Don’t worry too much. Considering it’s your first time, I’ll give you a handicap.”
ᅠ
“. . .Ah, yes.”
ᅠ
Johan clenched his teeth. It was to hold back laughter.
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Chapter 29.2: It Was Warm in the City That Year (3)
‘I came to the wrong place.’
ᅠ
Johan regretted it. There was a reason why Eldans said, ‘If you stay at the inn, I will send someone to call you.’
ᅠ
It was uncomfortable for Johan to wait at the guild building.
ᅠ
Even though they heard from Eldans, the employees were not bold enough to approach Johan first, and since the other side was reluctant, Johan also hesitated to initiate conversation. He didn’t want to bother busy people needlessly.
ᅠ
Coming here to see and hear things firsthand only led to this awkwardness.
ᅠ
Geoffrey, being a former merchant, skillfully conversed with the guild staff, discussing various matters. The staff also seemed at ease talking with Geoffrey, sharing laughs. Johan wished someone would talk to him, but the cautious employees preferred speaking to a slave.
ᅠ
‘Damn.’
ᅠ
All Johan could do was to sit stiffly and solemnly.
ᅠ
As time passed in awkward silence, a commotion was heard outside. Soon, the door opened and an elderly human wrapped in robes entered.
ᅠ
‘He’s not an assassin.’
ᅠ
Johan thought this pointless thought as he looked at the old man. Certainly not a body trained for combat. His back was straight, and his eyes were sharp, but that was all.
ᅠ
The old man was accompanied by two slaves. The slaves were in plain clothes but had robust physiques, suggesting they could handle a fight.
ᅠ
“Welcome, Suetlg-nim. What brings you here?”
ᅠ
One of the employees, familiar with the old man, spoke with a flustered voice. It was customary to make an appointment before meeting a branch manager. Making someone of higher status wait was inconvenient for both parties. One such person was already enough.
ᅠ
“I came to see the branch manager. Why, is it a problem if this old man visits?”
ᅠ
“Not at all. . . I’ll inform them immediately.”
ᅠ
“Never mind. He’s busy, so I’ll wait.”
ᅠ
“Well then. . .”
ᅠ
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
ᅠ
As the old man waved his hand for them to leave, the staff hesitated but eventually backed away, knowing all too well his irritable nature.
ᅠ
The old man glanced around and, upon seeing Johan, his face lit up with interest. Johan, equally intrigued, locked eyes with him.
ᅠ
They both seemed out of place and awkward here.
ᅠ
“Are you a knight, milord?”
ᅠ
Johan nodded. The old man grinned wickedly, his smile twisted with multiple meanings, expressing both amusement at finding an interesting counterpart and confidence that he was indifferent to Johan’s status.
ᅠ
“Oh. . . .”
ᅠ
“But it’s no fun just telling you, so if you beat me in a game, I’ll answer any question you want.”
ᅠ
“Oh. . .”
ᅠ
This ‘Oh’ was one of disappointment. Johan cursed inwardly.
ᅠ
‘Damn. I should’ve practiced more.’
ᅠ
Even if knights didn’t learn to read, they were taught culture, including poetry and chess, the pastimes of nobility.
ᅠ
Being bad or unfamiliar with these activities made it hard to fit in with their circles. Hence, Johan had learned chess from Priest Valberga back in his fiefdom, believing it would come in handy someday.
ᅠ
Although Priest Valberga was an excellent chess player. . .
ᅠ
Johan was not a good student.
ᅠ
Even when viewed in the best light, the skill level was only average. It was natural not to improve much in chess, as there was little interest in it.
ᅠ
“Can’t we bet on something other than chess? Like dice gambling?”
ᅠ
Or maybe arm wrestling.
ᅠ
“You’re quite the joker. And I wasn’t talking about chess. The game of kings is fun, but it’s nothing compared to the game of gods.”
ᅠ
“??”
ᅠ
What is the game of gods? A duel?
ᅠ
As Johan looked puzzled, Suetlg clicked his tongue.
ᅠ
“Seems you don’t know. Are you from the north? This is a game favored by the sultans of the East. Merchants who caught the sultan’s eye learned it and spread it here. The pagans of the East call it the game of gods.”
ᅠ
With those words, Suetlg snapped his fingers. Then a slave came and set up a board.
ᅠ
It was a Go board.
ᅠ
“. . . . . .”
ᅠ
Johan wore a stunned expression. Suetlg misunderstood it.
ᅠ
“You might be wondering why there are so many khans. Let me explain it to you simply. Don’t worry too much. Considering it’s your first time, I’ll give you a handicap.”
ᅠ
“. . .Ah, yes.”
ᅠ
Johan clenched his teeth. It was to hold back laughter.
Chapter 29.2: It Was Warm in the City That Year 3I came to the wrong place.'Johan regretted it. There was a reason why Eldans said, If you stay at the inn, I will send someone to call you.'It was uncomfortable for Johan to wait at the guild building.Even though they heard from Eldans, the employees were not bold enough to approach Johan first, and since the other side was reluctant, Johan also hesitated to initiate conversation. He didn't want to bother busy people needlessly.Coming here to see and hear things firsthand only led to this awkwardness.Geoffrey, being a former merchant, skillfully conversed with the guild staff, discussing various matters. The staff also seemed at ease talking with Geoffrey, sharing laughs. Johan wished someone would talk to him, but the cautious employees preferred speaking to a slave.Damn.'All Johan could do was to sit stiffly and solemnly.As time passed in awkward silence, a commotion was heard outside. Soon, the door opened and an elderly human wrapped in robes entered.He's not an assassin.'Johan thought this pointless thought as he looked at the old man. Certainly not a body trained for combat. His back was straight, and his eyes were sharp, but that was all.The old man was accompanied by two slaves. The slaves were in plain clothes but had robust physiques, suggesting they could handle a fight.Welcome, Suetlg-nim. What brings you here?One of the employees, familiar with the old man, spoke with a flustered voice. It was customary to make an appointment before meeting a branch manager. Making someone of higher status wait was inconvenient for both parties. One such person was already enough.I came to see the branch manager. Why, is it a problem if this old man visits?Not at all. . . I'll inform them immediately.Never mind. He's busy, so I'll wait.Well then. . .Don't make me repeat myself.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.As the old man waved his hand for them to leave, the staff hesitated but eventually backed away, knowing all too well his irritable nature.The old man glanced around and, upon seeing Johan, his face lit up with interest. Johan, equally intrigued, locked eyes with him.They both seemed out of place and awkward here.Are you a knight, milord?Johan nodded. The old man grinned wickedly, his smile twisted with multiple meanings, expressing both amusement at finding an interesting counterpart and confidence that he was indifferent to Johan's status.Oh. . . .But it's no fun just telling you, so if you beat me in a game, I'll answer any question you want.Oh. . .This Oh' was one of disappointment. Johan cursed inwardly.Damn. I should've practiced more.'Even if knights didn't learn to read, they were taught culture, including poetry and chess, the pastimes of nobility.Being bad or unfamiliar with these activities made it hard to fit in with their circles. Hence, Johan had learned chess from Priest Valberga back in his fiefdom, believing it would come in handy someday.Although Priest Valberga was an excellent chess player. . .Johan was not a good student.Even when viewed in the best light, the skill level was only average. It was natural not to improve much in chess, as there was little interest in it.Can't we bet on something other than chess? Like dice gambling?Or maybe arm wrestling.You're quite the joker. And I wasn't talking about chess. The game of kings is fun, but it's nothing compared to the game of gods.?? What is the game of gods? A duel?As Johan looked puzzled, Suetlg clicked his tongue.Seems you don't know. Are you from the north? This is a game favored by the sultans of the East. Merchants who caught the sultan's eye learned it and spread it here. The pagans of the East call it the game of gods.With those words, Suetlg snapped his fingers. Then a slave came and set up a board.It was a Go board.. . . . . .Johan wore a stunned expression. Suetlg misunderstood it.You might be wondering why there are so many khans. Let me explain it to you simply. Don't worry too much. Considering it's your first time, I'll give you a handicap.. . .Ah, yes.Johan clenched his teeth. It was to hold back laughter.
