I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

It’s said that when you visit someone’s housewarming party, the unspoken rule is to bring a roll of toilet paper as a gift. Unfortunately, I didn’t have anything like that in my possession.

All I had brought from the North were the robe I was wearing, some simple clothes, and the women who brought me here. I was wondering what to give as a housewarming gift. At that moment, the greatest book, Dragon Ball, which taught martial arts to boys, came to mind.

The great senior who flew 2300km after firing a pillar said that a hitman without money pays by killing someone. It’s time to become a City Hunter without blood or tears, a Ninja Assassin.

“Brother, is there anyone you want to kill these days?”

“Why do you ask?”

“For a housewarming gift.”

“Don’t say such creepy things. I don’t want to kill anyone.”

If that’s the case, I can’t help it… The great senior, when someone refused his offer, would give them the hitman’s reward by killing them.

But I didn’t want to kill Ricardo. Killing an innocent person without reason is something a eunuch’s grandson would do, not a gentleman. Following the will of Yu Huangshu, who opposed the eunuch’s grandson, I wanted to give Ricardo a housewarming gift in a different way.

“But I do want to give a gift. Is there anything you want? I’ll go buy it for you.”

Then I can pay the shop owner in the hitman’s way. See, Jo Gan, this is the gentleman’s way. It’s not a subhuman and outrageous method like the Seo-ju Massacre, but a very gentlemanly and peaceful method. Watch this rationality from hell.

“No, forget the gift. Just rest well and focus on preparing for the trip to the Imperial Palace tomorrow.”

If he refuses the gift like this, I can’t help it. No matter how kind you are, if you keep forcing it, it becomes another evil. The moment I do that, I become Jo Gan.

At that moment, a woman’s voice was heard from behind.

“Oh, are you Werner, the one Ricardo mentioned?”

“Yes, I’m Werner, but…”

I turned around and saw a woman who was neither a beauty nor a plain woman. She was closer to being a beauty, but she had a rather ordinary appearance, like the flower shop girl 1 in an RPG game. Her only distinguishing feature was her hair, slightly red like autumn leaves.

Ricardo chuckled and introduced me to his wife and children.

“Ah, this is my wife Flora and my children. I’m still thinking about their names…”

Flora bowed her head and greeted me, and I returned the greeting.

“You should give them beautiful names soon. How about you, Werner, do you have any ideas?”

“I respectfully decline. It’s best for parents to name their children…”

And I’m not good at coming up with nicknames either. My real name before my previous life was Lee Baek-sa.

I was number 204, so I named myself after that. There might have been other good Chinese characters, but I was too lazy to think and just used the characters for white and snake. With my poor sense of naming, I was sure that naming the children would hurt them.

Just looking at the list of people who want to change their names, you can sense how much they suffer because of their strange names. I can’t even imagine how painful their lives would be if their names were Choi Gundam or Jo Jo-jo.

“Well, Flora, it’s not about who names the children, but the meaning of the name is more important.”

Werner, being an orphan, seemed to have modified his words. Honestly, there was no need to be so sensitive about it. It’s not like anyone would be hurt by such words. I didn’t like it when people were overly cautious around me. To be honest, it’s the parents’ role to name their children, and there was no need to hide the truth in front of me.

Didn’t the great French journalist Hubert Beuve-Méry say, “Speak the truth, all the truth, only the truth. Speak the foolish truth foolishly, the unwelcome truth unwelcomely, and the heart-rending truth heart-rendingly.” So, there was no need to hide the truth in front of me.

“Ah, it’s almost dinner time. You must be tired from the journey, so I’ll have the meal sent to your room.”

Honestly, it was uncomfortable to follow the etiquette of the nobility and worry about which fork or knife to use in the large dining room. To be honest, meals should be comfortable. Worrying about knives and forks at that moment is not really dining. Meals should be eaten heartily, scooping the food with a spoon. A comfortable and noble meal is like a Romantic NTR, it’s a contradiction in terms, something that can’t coexist.

“Ah, now that you mention it, I am tired.”

Glacies, Camellia, and Iris had already returned to their rooms. I also wanted to go back and relax a bit. No matter how comfortable and stable the carriage was, the fatigue from being confined in a small space for a long time was a heavy burden.

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Lying on the bed in the accommodation, I thought about everything I had experienced in this stupid and uncomfortable game world. Did it even feel like a game? The world seemed too real to be just a game. The sense of reality in a world with magic seemed strange.

How should I describe it? It was the air, the atmosphere, and the like. There was no artificial smell at all, but this was just a simple feeling.

At that moment, a servant knocked on the door from outside.

“Sir Werner, I’ve brought your meal.”

“Come in.”

The servant brought in a serving cart with food and laid it out on the table in the room.

Then the servant opened the food covers, and a fragrant aroma wafted up. But there was a familiar scent mixed in. The servant began to introduce the dishes.

“The main course is roast mutton. Because it has a strong scent, we’ve used a strong sauce and plenty of spices. The soup is a bouillabaisse with lots of spices…”

“Hey, let’s not put on an act, just between us professionals. If you’re going to show off, do it subtly.”

“What do you mean…?”

I cut a piece of the mutton with a knife and scooped up some bouillabaisse with a spoon, along with a clam and some broth.

“Now, you try eating these two together.”

“Haha, if you’re worried about poison, this spoon is made of silver…”

“I know. But I want you to eat these two ‘simultaneously’.”

“…I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

“You know, combination poison. Individually, they’re not poisonous, but when combined, they become toxic.”

Who does this guy think he’s dealing with? An amateur in this industry? The combination of the dishes was already suspicious.

“How did you figure it out?”

The servant scratched his head, revealing the Black Round Table symbol on his forehead. If Ricardo saw this, he’d smash his head in an instant.

“You idiot. Mutton, that adult lamb meat, has a strong gamey smell, so you need a strong sauce. But if you’re serving that, the soup should be lighter. A bouillabaisse with lots of spices? Are you messing with me? I thought you were telling me you were trying to poison me.”

“But the fact that it’s a combination poison…”

“Even with the strong sauce, spices, and seafood scent, it’s still noticeable, you idiots. You have no knowledge of cooking, and your poison-making skills are pathetic. Black Round Table, did you gather all the idiots with shit for brains?”

“Don’t insult them.”

Insult is a black magic card that only works when the field’s HP is 1, 2, 3, or 4.

“I’m hungry, and you’ve ruined my appetite. Hey, hit yourself on the head, and I’ll let you off with just dismemberment…”

As I spoke, the bastard suddenly drew a dagger from his pocket and swung it at me. This guy must be better at fighting than poisoning, judging by his skilled knife work.

“Wow, you can handle a knife. Let’s open a sushi restaurant together.”

Ignoring my business proposal, he continued to swing the dagger. Ignoring a business proposal is like ignoring the heart of democracy. This bastard must be a Communist.

I’m a protector of democracy, holding the torch of anti-communism. I can’t let these bastards live.

Smack!

My fist struck the bastard’s lower abdomen.

“Cough!”

Despite hitting his vital spot, he only coughed and didn’t pass out. As expected of a Communist agent, he’s tough. You probably have the belief that you’re fighting for your country, but objectively, it’s just violence.

“Oh, you can take that hit? This is going to be fun.”

To beat Communists, you don’t need magic. All you need are these strong arms and legs.