I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 684

There is a question someone brought up before.

Setting aside the very first person in the world who died eating pufferfish, what on earth were the second and third people who died eating it thinking?

This is a topic that quite a few people sympathize with, and it is a scenario that often comes up when showing humanity’s infinite curiosity and stubbornness.

And there is a similar example to this: namely, what kind of bastard was the first to drink milk?

What kind of human could have first conceived the method of milking a beast to supply milk?

Of course, since humans grow up drinking their mother’s breast milk when they are young, it might not be so strange.

Since they couldn’t get it from humans, they must have obtained milk from relatively comfortable cows, sheep, or goats.

Of course, even with all kinds of excuses, it was half-certain that the first person to suckle an animal’s teat was out of their mind in many ways.

Thanks to them, humanity obtained ’dairy products’, a food group inseparable from human history, so it was a good thing regardless.

Isn’t it better than contracting AIDS because infinite curiosity acted in another direction, especially a bizarre one?

"Bu-oooo."

"What is she saying?"

"She says she is embarrassed."

"When you say it like that, it makes me feel like a crazy bastard."

In that sense, milking a Sky Whale to drink its milk was truly subtle.

Because I felt like, ’Ah, this is what the first person who received and drank milk from an animal must have felt.’

But when the milk itself turned out to be as sweet as honey, I couldn’t think of anything else. On the contrary, only the thought of ’As expected, I was right’ came to mind.

It was even the milk of a Sky Whale, not some ordinary animal. I had experienced something that others would absolutely never experience.

[Isn’t doing this kind of thing in the Forest of the Four Seasons already enough?]

"Be quiet."

Let’s pass over Cain’s sarcasm. Anyway, the reason why this situation came to be is simple.

As always, it was the time when spring had passed and summer was approaching. A severe swarm of insects broke out, and the Sky Whale couple came to devour them.

Upon seeing us, didn’t that couple come down on their own, saying they had good news?

Subsequently, they delivered the news that the female Sky Whale was pregnant. Considering that Sky Whales are an endangered species (?), this was a very great blessing.

Then why did I end up milking the female Sky Whale? The answer to this question is simple.

"Why does it feel like our house is gradually becoming a daycare center?"

"That is because there is no place as safe and comfortable as here, Master."

[Indeed, there probably isn’t a place as safe as this in this forest.]

They had asked if the baby could stay at our house once it was born.

The reason was that there weren’t many places in the Forest of the Four Seasons as safe as our house, and when I heard this, I was dumbfounded.

A Sky Whale is an entity that can shoot water cannons on the level of torpedoes from its mouth, so why send the baby to our house?

But thinking about it carefully, raising a baby in the wild is an extremely difficult task.

In particular, Sky Whales tend to stay in the sea rather than the sky whenever they rest. And the sea is a far more terrifying region than the forest.

The sea is so incredibly vast and dangerous that there is a saying that even if humanity conquers space, they will never conquer the sea.

In a situation where even protecting one’s own body is difficult, it would be hard for a baby to grow up safely.

"But if you stay in the sea every time you rest, shouldn’t the baby be in the sea too?"

"Bu-ooo."

"Using river water is also fine. If it’s not feasible, we will come visit once every few days."

Come to think of it, that river water was flowing backward from the sea. Sometimes sharks popped out, and whales also lived downstream.

Of course, since it could be used as drinking water, the salinity itself wouldn’t be very high.

When I asked about this, they answered that as long as it came from there, it didn’t matter. It was enough as long as mana was abundant.

’By the way, how many months is a whale’s gestation period usually?’

Suddenly feeling curious, I decided to ask the Gallery, specifically the fixed handles. At the same time, I checked the comments on the post I uploaded earlier.

Earlier, when I posted about the Sky Whale milk and asked if anyone wanted to drink it, there were surprisingly few.

Perhaps because it was a whale, unlike common animals like dairy cows or sheep, everyone seemed to hesitate.

But what was even funnier was the comments. Even a post like this was written in the comments.

ㄴNecromancy is Love) I don’t understand. There is a guy who ate whale poop, yet they won’t accept the milk.

ㄴ Who is that?The source of this chapter is novelping dot com.

ㄴNecromancy is Love) Mage King Kadir.

ㄴ What lol

ㄴ Why did that guy Kadir eat whale poop lol

ㄴ But given his personality, it’s not entirely impossible lol

The testimony of Necromancy is Love that Kadir ate whale poop.

Most dismissed it as nonsense, but hearing this suddenly reminded me of a certain fixed handle.

The professor who took the Sky Whale milk, saying it was a good research subject when many people hesitated: Allfather.

Since his passion for study was overflowing, he seemed to make all kinds of attempts.

[Wild Grylls: Professor. Do you happen to know how many months a whale’s gestation period is?]

[Allfather: Usually, a whale’s gestation period varies by individual, but it is 10 to 16 months.]

[Wild Grylls: Then when does breast milk usually come out?]

[Allfather: It is normal for breast milk to come out after giving birth, but seeing that milk is coming out even though she hasn’t given birth yet, it seems she already has experience giving birth.]

[Wild Grylls: Aha. Thank you, Professor. Was the milk delicious?]

[Allfather: It was literally a honey-like taste. It even made me wonder what it would be like to make butter with this.]

Make some butter and give me some too. I think I know roughly what he wants.

Not only butter, but they could also make cheese. There are incredibly many things that can be made with milk.

Of course, since it would cause major problems if it spoiled, steady management was essential.

’To ask me to milk her in advance to prepare for when she gives birth, really...’

According to Allfather, he heard that it takes almost a year to give birth. Yet, to milk her already felt somewhat strange.

Of course, since it was the Forest of the Four Seasons, and a whale whose genes were directly modified by ancient humanity, the gestation period could be shorter than that.

For now, it was enough to steadily check the female Sky Whale’s health while receiving the milk supply.

"Master. Drinking this makes me feel healthier."

"Weren’t you already healthy?"

"I was, but my energy feels even stronger. It’s like my body is becoming light, as if floating around?"

Lackey said so and began to run around lightly. His footsteps looked exceptionally light.

I also watched his actions and then took a step. Indeed, my feet felt very light.

It felt as if gravity had decreased. It seemed the milk had such an effect.

Indeed, wasn’t that the case for Praise the Sun, who made Ambergris into incense? He floated around and played with his wives.

"This will be very useful in the future. I’ll be counting on you from now on too."

[You are probably the only one who would treat a Sky Whale like a dairy cow.]

"The Sky Whale asked me first. That’s all that matters."

Moreover, because the Sky Whale’s size was also monstrously huge, the amount of milk that could be squeezed out was also extremely large.

It wasn’t just on the level of a bucket; he had to borrow an entire oak barrel.

Naturally, the oak barrel, which was easy for storage, was borrowed from the beer-loving dwarf.

The dwarf also joked about what it would be like to mix milk and alcohol, but soon serious words flew in.

[Passing Dwarf: Hey. I think I might get conscripted.]

[Wild Grylls: What?]

The talk of being conscripted. I couldn’t help but be startled upon hearing those words.

Actually, there was a time before when the dwarf talked about conscription, a war crisis, or whatever.

Fortunately, back then, the atmosphere wasn’t that severe, and since the Elf Queen was still going strong, it passed without much trouble.

[Passing Dwarf: Those pointy-eared bastards deployed troops on the border. It seems they’re really determined, so a conscription order was issued.]

[Wild Grylls: If a conscription order is issued, do they just grab anyone?]

[Passing Dwarf: Isn’t that usually the case? Unless they’re truly important artisans, they’ll conscript them for the most part.]

Although his words were peaceful as could be, it was an answer in which complexity and a hint of fear could be felt.

He was a guy who always drank alcohol peacefully, but for things to turn out like this. I became slightly urgent.

[Wild Grylls: You should reveal your fixed handle like Praise the Sun too, then it’ll be fine.]

[Passing Dwarf: Then I’d have to share all the alcohol you gave me, and I don’t want that.]Find the original chapter at novеlping.com.

[Wild Grylls: ;;;]

What a crazy, greedy bastard. Is he fine with his own life flying away just because of alcohol?

[Passing Dwarf: As long as I can drink alcohol, it’s fine.]

[Wild Grylls: You’re completely insane;;]

[Passing Dwarf: I’m a Dwarf, after all lol]

No matter how much of a Dwarf he was, he shouldn’t love alcohol to this extent.

It was absurd, but I soon began to seriously ponder. How could the dwarf avoid conscription?

Conscription in the Republic of Korea is different from conscription in this world, specifically in Mountain.

In the Republic of Korea, under the pretext of an armistice, one lives for two years, and unless it is an extraordinary situation, peace is bound to continue.

Unless an unprecedented event like the Yeonpyeong Island bombardment breaks out, it won’t escalate to a full-scale war.

But this world is different. The fact that troops were deployed on the border meant they would declare war before long.

Furthermore, the fact that the government issued a conscription order meant they judged it would be difficult to block even with the standing army.

In fact, there are rumors that Alvenheim has even deployed ’Artificial Guardians’, and they have mass-produced them without anyone knowing.

’Even without that, Elves are a race strong enough to be on par with the Demon Race.’

Although Elves are notorious for their terrible personality, the fundamental reason they commit such nastiness is their innate strength.

A race whose basic physical build itself is so outstanding that they stand as rivals to the Demon Race.

Although they often ruined things due to their arrogance and crumbly cohesion, even considering that, they are an extremely strong race.

Furthermore, their crumbly cohesion had bound tightly under the reign of the Elf Queen. Even if the Elf Queen disappeared, that influence would remain.

’Dwarves are also an extremely strong race, but... it is true that they have many disadvantages in battle.’

First of all, they have a physical disadvantage. Dwarves are famous for being a stocky race.

If it were Earth, they would be judged as disabled, and naturally, they are bound to be at a disadvantage in a fight.

No matter how much mana they have, the strength that comes from basic physical build can absolutely never be ignored.

Didn’t Ludwig say so just now? That striking down from above and striking up from below are starkly different.

The reason why Dwarves can face Alvenheim despite these physical disadvantages is simple.

’Uniting in front of the massive culture called ’alcohol’. And even the courage to throw away their lives for the sake of alcohol.’

One of the most important things in an army is to move forward toward the goal without fear.

There is a reason they do drill training. Because only by moving as one body can smooth operation execution be possible.

In that sense, Dwarves are an extremely powerful race when it comes to an ’army’.

[Wild Grylls: If you get conscripted, what happens to you? Straight to the front lines?]

[Passing Dwarf: They assign randomly, but since I’m a mediocre artisan, I’ll probably go to the front.]

[Wild Grylls: I told you, just say that I’m supplying you with alcohol.]

[Passing Dwarf: No thanks. I’d rather die holding an armful of it than give it to others for free lol]

Although he spoke like that, I could feel that he didn’t want to cause me harm. I wore a complicated expression.

At the same time, I made a decision. If I stayed still like this, the dwarf would end up being dragged to the front lines.

Even so, I couldn’t write a post in the Gallery telling them not to wage war. This could make things even more chaotic.

The only other way was, as mentioned before, supplying Mythricon to Mountain.

But if I did this, the aftermath was highly likely to become serious. Or I wouldn’t know what would happen at all.

"...Everyone. Please gather for a moment. I have something to say."

[It seems you intend to have a serious talk.]

"Yes."

I gathered the companions and spoke.

"We are going to find the Elf Queen."

Originally, I had no intention of stepping into dangerous areas. My life was the priority.

But not anymore.

"My friend is in danger."

Since it was for the sake of the ’friend’ who had shown me unconditional kindness.