I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 773

Since my parents passed away, I have been holding a memorial service for them on the anniversary of their death.

Because of such a sudden accident, they couldn’t even leave a will, and thus they never asked for a memorial service.

It was purely because I didn’t want to let them go, and it was closer to a gesture of respect.

As time passed, I realized more and more how much they loved and cherished me.

That’s why one of my regrets is ignoring the first anniversary of their death.

At that time, I was going through a period of wandering, and I was busy in my own way, so I didn’t have the leeway to observe it.

’After that, once I got out of the military and had some breathing room, I did observe the anniversary, but...’

I don’t remember clearly if I held a memorial service even after re-enlisting.

That’s why I felt an even stronger desire to hold a memorial service for them now.

[Does the religion you believe in also perform memorial services?]

"I don’t believe in a religion yet, though? Anyway, there are denominations that perform memorial services, and some that forbid them entirely."

The pastor who helped me was Christian.

Christianity considers Confucian memorial services to be idolatry and avoids them, but the pastor said it was fine.

He said that since he belonged to the church, he had no choice, but since I wasn’t an official believer, I could ignore it.

’At the time, I just thought that was how it was, but looking back, he was a very flexible person.’

Without looking far, just look at Asella, Ludwig, and Cain.

They all had some degree of flexibility, but because they were so devout, they were often quite stubborn.

Not all devout religious people are like that, but it can’t be helped that they have a conservative side.

"Does the Order of Aris perform memorial services?"

[At least when I was alive, we used to offer sacrifices as a group for Lady Aris. Of course, they were ordinary sacrifices, not human sacrifices.]

A method fitting for the Age of Heroes.

When I asked Asella later, she said they held services on the day of descent, which was the birthday of the twin siblings.

Curious about how they did it now, I asked Asella.

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: It’s a method of offering food to the Twin Gods and praying together as a group!]

[Wild Grylls: I see. It’s similar to the memorial service I know.]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: I’ll give you the memorial service utensils! I can give them to you with the authority of the Hero!]

[Wild Grylls: Don’t give me anything too precious. It makes me feel burdened.]

The memorial service method I want is the Confucian one.

The memorial service that people of the Republic of Korea naturally perform.

Although my past self believed in a religion, I don’t yet, and it was a familiar method anyway.

’It was the same when we held the funeral.’

Perhaps because of the life I’ve lived so far, the Confucian method is more familiar.

To think that my past self was a devout believer, I’m quite the hybrid.

’Well... what matters is whose teachings you follow; there was never a command to reject everything else.’

Those were the words of the pastor who took care of me when I was wandering.

He said that as long as you hold love in your heart, he didn’t care what you followed.

The Bible I read now is also to avoid forgetting the pastor’s teachings.

’By the way, the utensils are all so familiar.’

The memorial service utensils, namely the ritual vessels, that I received from Asella are very familiar in shape.

It should be a religion closer to Western style, but the utensils are entirely Confucian.

’This must also be due to the Chief God’s influence, right?’

I wonder just how much influence that guy has spread knowingly or unknowingly.

The flaw is that the guy is me, but let’s lightly pass over that.

Anyway, now that the utensils are prepared, all that’s left is the food to set the table.

[Wild Grylls: Hey. Are you busy right now?]

[Passing Dwarf: I’m packing my bags, why are you calling?]

[Wild Grylls: I was wondering what kind of alcohol Dwarves drink when observing the anniversary of a death.]

[Passing Dwarf: Did someone die?]

[Wild Grylls: No, it’s the anniversary of my parents’ death.]

[Passing Dwarf: You startled me;; I have a refreshing alcohol, so I’ll give you that.]

I even received alcohol as a gift from the Dwarf.

It wasn’t beer, wine, or the infused liquor made from the ingredients I had given him so far.

It was an alcohol with an excellent refreshing taste, similar to cheongju.

He said Dwarves express their condolences by pouring this over graves.

[Passing Dwarf: Shouldn’t they drink alcohol even after they die?]

[Wild Grylls: Are you trying to kill them again with liver disease?;;]

[Passing Dwarf: That’s a peaceful death lol]

What a very Dwarf-like answer.

Indeed, to a Dwarf, dying of liver disease is the most basic of basics, so they would think of it as normal.

I chuckled and decided to prepare the most important memorial service food.

As everyone knows, memorial service food generally starts with various jeon and includes the food the deceased liked during their lifetime.

’So they say some families put hamburgers or pizza on the table...’

Although it might be shocking to the elders, honestly, no one can criticize it.

It’s wrong to scold someone for simply offering the food the deceased liked in life.

Of course, my parents weren’t picky and ate everything well, so I could just set a normal table.

Among them, their favorites were yakgwa, fruit, and fish—these three.

’I can easily get yakgwa and fish. The problem is the fruit...’

Among fruits, they especially liked yellow, ripe Korean Melons.

When I was a kid, I ate Korean Melons and said, "It tastes like Mel*na!" as I devoured them.Read the latest chapters at novelрing.com.

Thanks to that, I grew quite chubby, but my parents just laughed it off.

After my parents passed away, far from eating Korean Melons, a wave of loneliness washed over me whenever I saw them, so I tried to ignore them.

’I’ve eaten various fruits since coming here, but I haven’t seen any Korean Melons.’

In the first place, I know that Korean Melons, especially the yellow ripe variety, are fruits cultivated only in Korea.

There’s a reason foreigners call it "Korean Melon" when they see it.

[Wild Grylls: Do you happen to know what fruit Aris enjoyed eating?]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Hmm...! There are no separate records, so I’m not sure!]

[Wild Grylls: Then do you know about a yellow ripe melon?]

[Don’t Abandon the Hero: Is it a golden melon!]

Perhaps because of this.

Not to mention the Hero, Asella.

[Heavenly Demon: Do you mean Korean Melon? If you mean a long fruit like a zucchini, I have seen it occasionally.]

[Wild Grylls: It wasn’t yellow and ripe, right?]

[Heavenly Demon: I have never heard of such a thing.]

The Heavenly Demon, Yoo So-wol, also said she had never heard of that kind of Korean Melon.

It was a fruit cultivated only in Korea anyway, so how could it be any different in this world?

Moreover, the world had already ended once, and after that, Manatology ruled the world before ending as well.

Cultivation my foot; they must have been trembling in fear of when their heads would roll, so I shouldn’t expect too much.

’Hiss... should I go to Seongju?’

The distance between my hometown, Daegu, and Seongju wasn’t that far.

It’s about an hour’s drive, but we have a helicopter that is much faster than that.

So it wouldn’t hurt to visit at least once. Of course, since it was my personal greed, I needed to ask for the opinions of my companions.

"Setting a table for Master’s parents? Then we must go."

"Isn’t it troublesome?"

"Master taught us that we must do so."

"I learned that way too."

The opinions were unified very easily.

Perhaps because they had received various etiquette training from Wi Ho-chang, the Sun Wukong brothers also willingly agreed.

’This man Wi Ho-chang is clearly an evil person who committed massacres, but he’s strangely human in odd ways.’

Or maybe his personality mellowed out a bit after fleeing to the Forest of the Four Seasons.

They say he achieved Ascension to Immortality and escaped after that, but who knows.

Escape my foot; he’s probably caught by Aragon and suffering like hell.

Chiiiik!

Putting the story of Wi Ho-chang aside.

Since we decided to form the Korean Melon Expedition (...), all that was left was to prepare the other memorial service foods.

Memorial service food is basically just starting with various seasoned vegetables and ending with frying jeon.

There are various types of jeon, but I just prepared them the way we used to do at my house.

Pan-fried zucchini, pan-fried battered beef, meatball jeon, pink sausage jeon, and so on.

"Churureup!"

"Chureup!"

"Haljjak!"

"...."

Was it because they kept watching the jeon pile up steadily?

A trio of little pigs was staring intently from the side.

It was the three of them: Wonmo, Tyranno, and Cheongseol.

With their eyes shining brightly, they looked ready to devour everything the moment I let my guard down.

"...You can eat them once the memorial service is completely over. You can wait, right?"

"Yes!"

"Ppiik!"

"Ppaek!"

Why don’t you take your eyes off the jeon first before speaking?

It reminded me of myself, sneaking one piece at a time before the memorial service.

Feeling an inexplicable sense of anxiety, I hired a guard dog to stop them.

"Heukgu. Watch those kids closely. Got it?"

"Hmph. What do you take me for?"

Right. I can trust you.

I placed my firm trust in Heukgu and went up to the river.

It was to get a fish to place on the memorial table, but an unexpected situation occurred.

Padak! Padadak!

"Every single fish is a monster catch."

The size of the fish living in the Forest of the Four Seasons was universally huge.

It was natural since they harbored small inner cores inside, but they were too big to place on the memorial table.

Fortunately, as I steadily explored the river, I was able to catch a fish of a suitable size.

By the standards of the Forest of the Four Seasons, it would be a fry, i.e., a young fish, but it didn’t matter.

Soon, I returned home.

"...."

"...."

"...."

"...."

The three little pigs—no, four little pigs—were watching me warily with crumbs all over their mouths.Read this novel at NovelPing for the best experience.

Leaving the other three aside, it was absurd that even Heukgu had crumbs on his mouth.

Moreover, as if he knew he had done wrong, he couldn’t meet my gaze.

Naelreum-

This fellow Wonmo even licked his lips, as if he wanted to eat the remaining crumbs.

The sight was both cute and absurd, but since they disobeyed my words, I had to scold them thoroughly.

"...I’ll let off the person who confesses first."

"Heukgu-hyung tempted us to eat first!"

"Hey!"

I really let the fox guard the henhouse.

I let out a hollow laugh at Wonmo, who immediately snitched, thinking this was his chance.

Regardless of confessions, since the evidence was clear, I planned to scold them all anyway.

Title) Scolding the kids right now

Wild Grylls

(Photo 1 of the four kids holding their hands up as punishment)

(Photo 2 of the four kids holding their hands up as punishment)

(Photo of Wonmo kneeling with both arms raised, Tyranno and Cheongseol lying down with their front paws raised, and Heukgu doing a headstand)

Here are the kids who secretly ate the memorial service food.

Scolding them thoroughly.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) How cute.

ㄴSword Matstar) The way they look so tearful is cute.

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) So cute!

ㄴDid Maengkkongi not eat?

ㄴWild Grylls) Wonmo did give him a piece, but since he just ate what he was given, I forgave him.

ㄴWhy is the way they get punished in different ways so cute lol

ㄴBut secretly stealing memorial service food is a universal rule haha

Everyone found them cute.

From my perspective, they were nothing but thieves, but they were certainly cute, so I let it go.

Besides, if I had fed them beforehand, this disaster (?) wouldn’t have happened.

"Chureup!"

"...Wonmo. Didn’t you just eat?"

"I have a separate stomach for delicious food!"

Though our Wonmo, a true pig-bear, was a bit different.

Anyway, after frying all the jeon, all the preparations were finished.

Now that the ritual vessels and food were ready, the most important Korean Melon remained.

Since I couldn’t get it from the Gallery either, I planned to find it myself.

"Therefore, Driver Park Kkobong. Get driving quickly."

"Can’t we just walk?"

"No. We don’t even know if it’s there."

I brought along Lackey, the only helicopter pilot in our house.

Of course, to reach that place, we needed the help of the World Tree, specifically Nidhogg’s help.

Since it was the help of the adult Nidhogg, not Cheongseol, we reached the World Tree of this forest.

"Keureureuk."

"Uh... do you happen to like pan-fried battered beef?"

Since she seemed dissatisfied, we barely managed to move in exchange for some pan-fried battered beef.

Thus, we returned to the columbarium.

Fortunately, during that short time, no particular changes were visible.

’I should perform the memorial service first and then bring them back.’

Since I was planning to go look for Korean Melons anyway, I only set down the ritual vessels.

Now all that was left was to board the helicopter and move to Seongju.

Of course, that was just the cultivation area I knew of; I didn’t know for sure if they were there.

[Then who will you go with?]

"Since the distance is close, I’ll only bring four people like last time. Instead, I’ll bring Cheongseol along too this time."

If a problem arose, we could just teleport immediately.

Accordingly, the four of us boarded the helicopter together as before and headed toward Seongju.

I roughly knew which direction to go, and we just had to follow the road.

It was a bit awkward boarding a helicopter after a long time, but I gradually got used to it.

"By the way, Grylls-nim. What does that Korean Melon taste like?"

"Do you happen to know what a melon is? It tastes similar to that..."

It was when I was answering Elia’s question.

Ppi-ppi-ppi-ppi-ppi!!!

Suddenly, an emergency alarm began to blare from the helicopter.

Putting my answer aside at the sudden emergency notification, I asked Lackey.

"What’s going on? What happened?"

"Uh... Master. I have a question."

"Ask quickly."

The question Lackey brought up was:

"It says we are locked on, what does that mean?"

It was more than enough to send a chill down my spine.