I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 642

Originally, quite a few guests (?) used to visit my house every winter.

Among them, the deer was a VIP, and last time, a mother and daughter bear spent a warm time in the guest building before leaving.

Because a harsh winter came every month, a warm place was essential.

No matter how well the animals had adapted to the Forest of the Four Seasons, the moment they let their guard down, they would kick the bucket.

"Muooo~"

"The water isn’t too hot, right?"

"Muo~"

In that sense, my house, which had even newly built a bathhouse, had no choice but to become a hot spot.

Even the guest building alone made it possible to spend the winter warmly, but now there was even a bathhouse?

From the perspective of the animals inhabiting the Forest of the Four Seasons, it would be more than a culture shock.

The Hobgoblins had also built their own civilization independently, but it was relatively lacking.

Since I had built this using scientific technology stripped from the Gallery and ruins, comparing them would be rude.

’But looking at this scene, how should I put it... I’m getting a bit of cognitive dissonance.’

Leaving aside the deer that frequently visited my house, even a bear and a kangaroo were comfortably warming themselves up.

They weren’t just in the bathhouse; various large and small animals were residing in the guest house as well.

The funny thing was that these animals originally had a predator-prey relationship.

Usually, it was normal for carnivores to eat herbivores, but this was the Forest of the Four Seasons.

Since small herbivores were often more dangerous instead, they frequently showed a display of mutual ’respect’.

Title) Current state of my house

Wild Grylls

(Photo of animals soaking in the bathwater with satisfied expressions)

(Photo of animals sleeping cozily in the warm house)

(Photo of fruits given by the animals as payment)

(Just a photo of cute Wonmo)

I don’t know since when my house became a hot spot, but everyone is coming to hang out.

At first, I was going to ask what they thought they were doing, but I let it slide after seeing what they gave me.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) Golden Apples, Golden Carrots, and green apples... They look precious just by looking at them.

ㄴSword Matstar) Is that strange-looking fruit a dragon fruit?

ㄴAllfather) It appears to be a dragon fruit.

ㄴIsn’t dragon fruit a fruit that comes from hot regions?

ㄴBananas grow in the neighborhood next door too, you know.

ㄴBut why is that dragon fruit so huge?

ㄴDoesn’t it actually contain the energy of a dragon? lolol

ㄴSince it’s the Forest of the Four Seasons, that might actually be true?

ㄴSuspiciously...) What a truly bizarre scene. In Wydd, the sky would have to flip upside down to see a scene like that.

ㄴDo beastfolk not mix well with each other?

ㄴOn the surface they seem to mix, but if you look closely, they are often divided into herbivores and carnivores.

ㄴThat’s probably just instinct, so it can’t be helped. If it were you, would you go to your own race or a different race?

ㄴA pretty girl.

ㄴhahahaha

ㄴhahahaha

ㄴFck, that’s a wise answer lololol

ㄴWhy is a guy like this browsing the Gallery? lololol

ㄴCome to think of it, is Wydd quiet lately? All the other countries are in an uproar.

ㄴWydd is busy in its own way. There’s a lot of talk because the capital’s mayor was elected as a carnivore, and a hybrid at that.

ㄴDid he make some racist remarks or something?

ㄴIt’s a bit ambiguous to call it racism. But it’s true that it was a radical statement.

ㄴ(Roughly a macho statement by the mayor) Look at this.

ㄴshiver shiver, what a real man.

ㄴAnd what’s a bit surprising is that despite being a hybrid, he achieved a lot.

ㄴIs there some problem with being a hybrid?

ㄴLook at his full-body photo. His head is a lion, but his hands and feet are no different from a human’s.

ㄴThat kind of hybrid inherits the bad traits of both humans and beastfolk, so his standing within Wydd is really bad.

ㄴThe fortunate thing is that he sincerely respects democracy? He’s a complex person in many ways.

ㄴPassing Dwarf) Isn’t the reason they can do that because you’re one shot, and I’m one shot?

ㄴI think this is the correct answer lolol

ㄴAh lol, whether herbivore or carnivore, everyone is one shot lolol

ㄴOriginally, respect comes from power and fear lolol

Perhaps because of the scene where herbivores and carnivores gathered together without distinction, beastfolk were mentioned surprisingly often.

Apparently, because their ’races’ were so diverse compared to other countries, they caused a lot of problems or something.

It would be easy to think of it as similar to the United States, where immigrants gathered to live together.You are reading on novelрing.com, the official source.

’But how should I deal with this?’

I looked around at the fruits the animals had given as payment. There was a truly diverse variety of fruits.

Even excluding the Golden Apples and Golden Carrots brought by the deer, they looked quite precious.

Especially in the case of the Golden Apple, I had eaten so many that it was safe to say the effect was almost nonexistent now.

"Master. I want to eat this."

"Sure. You eat it."

"Can I eat this?"

"Eat it, eat it."

Even after distributing them to all my companions, there was still a large amount of fruit left.

Just as I was thinking about whether I should share them with the fixed handles, an unexpected guest arrived at my house.

Ssuuk!

"Jjiik!"

"Huh? Oh? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?"

It was the mole. I don’t know where he got it, but he was even wearing a safety helmet.

I hadn’t blocked the passage he had dug, just in case. That seemed to be why he was able to visit so easily.

’Even though he visited after almost several months, nothing has changed.’

I had completely forgotten about him, but suddenly I became curious about his identity too.

It seemed he could move through space freely like Nidhogg, and he could even head to whatever area he wanted.

’If only I had this guy’s ability, mapping out the geography would be so much easier...’

Although there was no sign of escape yet, I was gradually expanding my radius of activity.

I had mapped out most of the nearby forest, not the far-off places, and as for the grasslands, I hadn’t found any notable areas except for them being needlessly vast.

The next place to move on to would be the region where the grassland animals had crossed over. By now, the battle with the bugs should be over.

"Hey, friend. Do you happen to have anything to trade for this?"

Before that, I should start by trading to raise his affinity. Merchants are bound to like it when you give them precious things.

When I gently handed him a Golden Apple, the mole widened his eyes and looked around.

Then, he looked up at me cautiously. His expression asked if he could take a bite.

Unless threatened first, the mole was a pretty reasonable fellow in his own way. So I permitted it.

Wasak!

"Jjiiik!"

The fellow widened his eyes and marveled the moment he took a bite of the apple.

If so, he would have no choice but to give me something good. He knew best what would happen the moment he took the food and ran.

"It’s delicious, right? If you want, I can give you all of this. Instead, you have to give me something that will be helpful to me."

"Jjijik?"

"He asks what he should give you."

Is he asking for an offer? Indeed, he needs to know what I want to start the trade.

And I had already prepared what to suggest to him. It was something I had been curious about for a while.

"You know that thing you pulled out to threaten me before. Can you show me that?"

"Jjijik...?"

"The math won’t add up with this, is that alright?"

How could there be such a conscientious fellow? Or maybe it was just because the Golden Apple was that delicious.

Well, it wasn’t that I wanted that rocket, but I had more questions to ask.

Cheolkeok—

The mole, after a brief moment of wonder, placed the rocket on the ground as I wished.

I had seen it last time too, but it was an anti-tank rocket that was rather old-fashioned.

It reminded me of how the protagonist’s party in games would shout ’RPG!’ whenever they saw this.

However, it was only old-fashioned in appearance; it showed many signs of various modifications.

The reason I wanted this was only one.

"Can you tell me where you got this? That is what I want."

The source. Where he had obtained this was the most important thing to me right now.

If I wandered around aimlessly here and there, it would take a lot of time in many ways.

Also, I had already explored most of what was in this vicinity.

Therefore, from now on, long-distance travel, which deserved the term ’expedition’, was essential.

But since this was an area where you could easily die if you wandered around blindly, it was best to have a target destination.

"Jjiiik..."

"It is one of my trade secrets, so it is hard to tell you."

"If it’s one of your trade secrets, that means you have many other things too, right?"

"Jji, jjiik!"

"N-No! This body has no trade secrets!"

Why are you so startled? I have absolutely no intention of harming you.

More than that, I should give him a good reward so that he spits out the location.

I asked him to wait for just a moment and went outside. It was still cold outside.This chapter was taken from novelpi⁠ng.com without permission.

’It’s a relief that the wind isn’t blowing here.’

If it were just cold, it would be fine, but if a biting wind were blowing, I would have stayed holed up in the house.

Even in the Republic of Korea, the temperature itself wasn’t that low, but the damn wind made the wind chill hit rock bottom.

I thought of my hometown for a moment, then immediately made a bungeoppang and returned to the mole.

"Here, here. If you eat this, you might change your mind."

"Keungkeung. Keung."

The mole sniffed the golden-brown, well-cooked bungeoppang and took a big bite.

Since he was a small fellow, even a big bite was only a tiny amount.

"Jjijik...!"

The mole fellow wore a happy smile as if it were delicious.

There was nothing more pleasant than a bite of bungeoppang on a cold day. Especially the combination of crispy batter and red bean paste was highly addictive.

"It’s delicious, right? If you want, I can give you more. Instead, tell me where you got this."

"Jjiik!"

"He says he will tell you."

Great. With this, the deal was struck.

But it wasn’t completely solved. It was the location.

The mole was a fellow who collected all kinds of precious things while wandering around the entire forest.

I was worried about how far his range of activity extended, and furthermore, whether it included places where space changed from moment to moment.

"Ah, before that, can I ask one more thing?"

"Jjijik."

"If you pay for the information."

What a thorough merchant. In the end, I gave him one more bungeoppang.

This much should be fine as payment for information. I immediately asked the question.

"What is your range of activity? Does it happen to include places where space changes?"

"Jjijik. Jjijik."

"No. I merely wander around this entire forest. Other spaces are handled by my kin."

"I see. Then that means there is another mole in that grassland over there too?"

"Jjijik."

"Payment for information."

"..."

Right. It was better for him to be greedy.

Since being greedy meant there would be a return once that greed was satisfied.

Only after handing over another bungeoppang like that could I obtain the information.

"Jjijik. Jjijik."

"There is one. But I heard they went bankrupt."

"Bankrupt?"

"Jjijik. Jjijijik."

"A vast number of animals, including the ruler, migrated as a group. Furthermore, for some unknown reason, the terrain no longer changes, so they are negotiating with me."

"Hmm."

I think I generally understand. So there is a mole in each region.

But because the forest and the grasslands had merged into one now, they were in a difficult situation in many ways.

This meant, in other words, that if I helped the mole of the grasslands, I might be able to get a reward.

Of course, before that, I had to take care of what needed to be taken care of first. The mole, who had finished eating the bungeoppang, pulled something out.

’Paper and a pen?’

It was paper and a pen. Where did he pull out such large objects, including the RPG?

I didn’t know if there was a Subspace Backpack under that hole, but his storage ability seemed exceptionally outstanding.

Shashashak— Shashak—

The mole fellow was diligently drawing something. I waited quietly.

Soon, as if he had finished drawing, he handed the paper to me with his characteristic "Jjiik!" sound.

I received the drawing the mole had made for me, and.

"...Oh my god."

"Master. Is this tiny thing our house?"

"It seems so...?"

I was able to realize that the scale of the forest I was located in was vast beyond imagination.

Also.

"...You drew the things to watch out for along the way, right?"

"Jjiik!"

"But this lizard here. Is it perhaps a fellow with a pure white body and tough hide?"

"Jjiik!"

"Correct. But it recently died and became a carcass."

"It’s good that it serves as a landmark, but to think it’s even further than this..."

It was estimated to take at least three days to reach the target destination.