63 Into the manuscript (3)

In the morning, a teacher named Liu Ba came with a doctor and woke up Jeongjin.

Jeong Jin, who happened to be in a booth, said, "As I had thought before, I remember nothing but my name."

The moustache doctor applied the antique stethoscope to Jung-jin and looked around his body.

Of course there was no abnormality. Originally, the weak boy fell into the water and was shocked and said that it seemed to have happened.

'One in a million, I was afraid I'd find something and make a mess, but that's not the case. That's a relief.'

With Jeong-jin, who was completely relieved to hold back laughter, the inspiration who gave her name as Ryuba kept talking.

A middle-aged woman with a good look seemed to feel sorry for Clay. I stroked the boy's skinny back affectionately and asked him several times if he was really disappointed while taking a walk.

Only after hearing the same question three times, Jung-jin also noticed.

This is what the soldier looks at.’

I have a hunch. Maybe Clayo Asher tried to kill himself.

Her attempt succeeded. As a result, it's Kim Jung-jin, not Clayo.

"I've contacted Baron Asher Jun in Colpos, but he hasn't answered."

"I see."

"Don't worry too much. I guess your business is busy because it's the season when trade volume increases. Your father is our first businessman. There must be a lot of important work. I'll never neglect you. You know that, right?

"Yes, sir."

Jung-jin's ears, which still didn't go away completely, popped up. This was very important information.

Baron Asher, the country's foremost businessman.

It was a profile that stuck in my head in 24-point calligraphy. He's rich, he's a low-class aristocrat, but not a commoner.

'This is kind of crazy.'

I guess he is a student who entered the school with financial resources among talent, family, and financial resources.

Jeong-jin's face stiffened as she grabbed the corners of her mouth that was about to slowly go up. What I thought of it made Ryuba's face more blurred.

"But your father's secretary told me that he remitted his allowance again this week. Go check with the bank.”

"I heard that he tried to kill himself, but I can't believe he sent me money after hearing the news. It's worth the family.’

If Jung-jin had not known the face of Baron Asher, it would have been a perverse response.

"It must have been pretty painful for Clayo Asher.’

Even a character passing by without a name has the same life and pain as the main character, death and comfort. It's just not described.

"Even if I had disappeared from the real world, no one would know, and no one would be sad, just as he had disappeared.’

A real life that is no better than the characters of the story. a life in the margin far from the leading narratives of the world

Jeong Jin shook off his gloomy thoughts.

'Of course, it's better than not sending money. I shouldn't have been so serious. I'm Clay. Clayo Asher. Let's try to stay positive. It's the dream of all ordinary Koreans to be abandoned by a rich family.'

He looks down at the great night view from his huge mansion, and says, "Why doesn't my father love me?" And he's pouring expensive wine... Something like that kind of course.

Anyway, you'll have to make sure how much is in your account.

"You can go out when you get better. I'll talk to your roommate, Nebo, so go with him tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I've been sick for 5 days from today to Friday, so rest well. In the meantime, I'll deliver the meal to the restaurant."

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh, Clayo, it's my first time answering with your eyes looking at me like this."

As he left the room, Clayo clicked his tongue inside what Master Lyuba said.

How dark of a person he was, I couldn't even see the face of the teacher who was trying to be so nice to me.’

***

I slept like I was sleeping for a whole day after ten years' sleep. How can you sleep so well when you let go of your monthly rent and loan interest concerns?

It was almost midday when I woke up.

Clay kept sleeping until the messenger came, handed him the meal, and replaced the bedding.

It was awkward for someone to do such a thing for him. I waited for the messenger to clean up the room and leave, then had a late breakfast.

It was comfortable.

It was so good.

I've never had this luxury in my life.

'What school is this? It's better than a hotel.’

When I was in the original world, I lived with the word 'killing me'. However, what a Korean office worker says is that "I want to die" means that I just want to play and eat without working.

As I saw in the manuscript, there was only one problem when I became a student here.

Military compulsory service regulations after graduation.

Of course, the problem was simple to solve.

It's okay if you can't graduate.

"It's hard to study well, what's hard about not being good at it?’

After snapping the last green grape egg from the meal, Clayo managed to leave the room to bring an empty tray out of his bedroom.

The dormitory, where two people share one porch, was in the middle of the hallway and two bedrooms facing each other.

The bedroom window was toward the school's campus with dense forests, and the living room and bathroom were located at the end of the corridor and on the riverside.

Clayo's visit to the bedroom was marked with the nameplate "Nebo Yarby" on the other side of the bedroom.

"I've told you to go out with him later, so yourbor must be in charge of the care of Clayo As far as I know.

I think I went to class now. I couldn't even see my nose.

It was easy to use the bathroom and it was good because I didn't have to bump into a house mate. Clay even hummed and got water from the bathtub.

At this point, I even felt grateful to the author.

There's water and sewerage here, and it's great. How miserable would it be to go into a novel and sleep on a pig and a horse when you're in the middle age, no bed, or a lord?’

After dipping it in hot water, he enjoyed the freshness and brushed his hair roughly. Because the hair that was flapping was tangled, the comb was not going in well, so I skipped the comb and chose it roughly.

Moving in the mirror of the sink is a face that is unfamiliar to me again.

My cheeks are gone because I am sick, and even after a bath, I feel blue because I am not pale. Not only is the hair of an unsuitable growing brown, it has faded from the end.

The bathrobe provided was so big that I barely managed to get my fingertips on it.

"My father said he was rich, but he didn't even get a meal.’

As I frowned, the multicolored iris that received the light was mixed with green. My eyes drooped and my eyelashes were limp, so my fierce impression became more blurred.

"Did your peers bother you because you're so shy?"

I've often heard that you look dark in your face, but I never thought you'd get hit because you look like you're a pushover.

'Well, let's think about that then. It's not even a long school.’

Don't you take a week off? Students who are obedient should play and eat and rest.

When I left the bathroom, the Tempus River unfolded out of the wide window of the dormitory living room. Jeong-jin, who hated water, slowed down a little, but soon approached the terrace, attracted by exotic scenery.

The majestic lines of granite across the river looked like a sightseeing postcard.

'I've never been on an overseas trip before, and here I am feeling so good.’

There were eight bridges connecting the east and west of the Tempus River, and the wide road was a combination of streetcars and horsecars.

The novel's worldview was comparable to that of the late 19th century. In this era, there were no planes and hydrogen bombs, although there were streetcars and whole bodies. A world where kings and premiers, science and magic coexist.

Jeongjin's legs, which were bent on contrasting the content of the manuscript with the scenery in front of her, swept away something long and wriggling. It was like the fur of an animal.

I got goose bumps on my back.

"Oh, what a surprise.”

What lurked at Clayo's feet was a huge cat like a mountain animal.

The cat, whose black fur was silky and shiny, buzzed wildly as if protesting.

"What kind of cat is this big?"

He looked as if he had stolen white fur or cream from his mouth, left foot, and lower stomach.

It was unpleasant to have a look that looked subtly disgusting, even with dark eyes and a white beard, which might be cute.

"Wow-ooh-ooh."

The protests continued to flare up. He cried so loudly that Clay bent his back and made eye contact with the cat.

"Why are you so angry?”

"Oh, my God!

"Can I understand a cat, my dear."

As soon as Clayo muttered, the "promise" caught in his left hand flashed again.

[-The default 'promise' functionality is on.]

At the same time, the cat's woks were changed into human words.

"Bob"

“?!”

"Give me a meal. Why are you the only one eating today?"

"What, do cats in this world talk?"

Hearing Clayo's dazed mumbling, a giant tombstone slapped him on the cheek with his front paws. keep one's head down Clayo's head swung back after the raid.

'Why are you so strong?'

It was not scratched on the fingernails, but the force from the soft front feet with creamy hair was an incredible punch.

"Strict! How can I treat a noble tomb like a trifle of beauty! There are many tombs. But only the grave has intelligence!"