Fabre in Sacheondangga Episode 150
Fire and Ice 1
Although the inspector looked as if he was shocked by my somewhat extreme method of trying to get rid of the affection, all his complaints disappeared.
The rule that men and males cannot enter or stay in the Botaam Temple unless it is a special occasion, and they cannot even climb the peak, is absolute.
That is why the young nuns saw Wolyeong off with resigned expressions, and we were able to leave Botaam Temple with Wolyeong safely.
“Goodbye. Wolyoung, stay healthy.”
“Take care.”
The regretful faces of the nuns who are leaving.
But rather than feeling regretful about something, Wolyoung felt relieved and relieved.
Because when the guy was being transferred to the boat, he spurted water at the nuns with his mouth.
“I think Wolyoung feels sorry too. Instead of crying, she’ll sprinkle water.”
“Wolyoung, I’ll miss you.”
The nuns said that Wolyeong also felt sorry when she saw that sight, but Cho tilted her head at the people’s reactions.
-Tsurut?
I wondered why, and as expected, my guess was vaguely correct.
The reason I spurted water was not because I was sorry, but because I was angry.
The first thing that came to mind was that Wolyoung was very angry.
‘You’re getting angry?’
-Tsurut!
Perhaps she was upset that I hadn’t properly fed her for ten years without her realizing it, but seeing her like that, in order to build a good relationship with Wolyoung, I decided to feed her as soon as the ship set sail, as promised.
Tadpoles, which are originally baby amphibians, are known to have a huge appetite, so much so that they will eat until their stomachs burst. So, they must be very angry about fasting for ten years.
“Well then, shall I feed you some food like I promised?”
The cabin where the last prize was given to the inspector and he entered.
As I looked at the high-top water jug containing Wolyeong, saying that I should feed her, I saw people hanging from the jug.
From the craftsman to Hwa-eun and Seol’s sister.
I was hanging on the barrel and watching the guy swim around, wiggling his legs.
There is something about the way tadpoles swim that makes people feel languid, and since a new candidate for poison has been introduced, it seems like everyone wants to see it more clearly.
“Heheh···.”
“When I look at something, I feel relaxed and drowsy.”
“But son-in-law, is this guy a toad or a frog?”
He approached Wolyeong with the lantern and bottle of oil that were in the cabin and answered.
“Well, I can’t say for sure when I’m an oligarchy.”
The reason I can’t tell if these guys are frogs or toads, even though I have the Spicy Fabre title, is because the distinction between frogs and toads is ambiguous.
Even in the past, when genealogy was developed, frogs and toads were hardly differentiated.
The Animalia kingdom, Chordata phylum, Amphibia class, and Anura order are the general categories for frogs, and if you add Bufonidae to the end of that, you get a toad.
If we really want to distinguish them, we can call one species of Asian toad the true toad, but it is meaningless to separate them.
The only criteria for dividing frogs and toads were not phylogenetic differences, but differences in whether they had bumpy skin or how well they could survive on land.
This cannot be said to be accurate as it varies in some species.
So, it was even more difficult to tell tadpoles apart when they looked almost the same.
“You have some difficulties too?”
“Yes, at this time, they all look similar, so it’s hard to tell them apart.” “And this guy said he eats fire? Let’s take a look.”
As I approached him holding a lantern and a bottle of oil, the craftsman stepped aside as if he wanted to see me eating fire.
He filled the lamp with oil and quickly lit it using a torch.
And as I was bringing the lamp over the rim of the water jug, a guy came quickly.
As the boy put his mouth towards the lamp, a stream of fire began to flow towards his mouth.
“Oh, it really is eating fire.”
The craftsman admires the sight.
When the craftsman was impressed by Wol-yeong’s eating scene, he asked the craftsman if he had any idea what kind of poison it might be.
If you are a craftsman, you might know something.
“Do you happen to have any idea what poison it is?”
Then the craftsman made a thoughtful expression, and then answered with an uncertain expression.
“If it’s a toad or frog, there are a couple in the twenty-four poisonous ponds and a couple in the ten poisonous ponds, but it’s hard to be sure. The ones there are fully grown toads or frogs.”
“Furthermore, it doesn’t say what they eat. Also, some parts are so old and damaged that I don’t know exactly.”
As the craftsman said, the contents written in the Cheonhadokmulbirok are based on the adult form.
There was no information at all about the poisonous creatures when they were young, so I couldn’t be sure of what the craftsman said.
‘This time, even the craftsman doesn’t know. Can’t we help it?’
We can’t confirm the guy’s identity right now, but we’ll find out soon as we raise him.
Although it was a bit disappointing, I decided to take advantage of this opportunity to score some points.
“Hearing those words, I know that my mission is very important.”
“Mission? What mission?”
The craftsman made a face as if to ask what kind of mission I was talking about all of a sudden.
He answered the craftsman’s question with a determined expression.
“I’m talking about the Little Dragon Poison Record. Please make sure to record the information about that guy in the Little Dragon Poison Record so that you can refer to it when something like this happens.”
Then the craftsman nodded with a very satisfied expression.
“As expected, he is our son-in-law. Even at a time like this, he worries about the descendants of the family.”
Looking at the craftsman’s delighted face, I thought that even though I was a bit of a poisonous otaku in my previous life as a spicy Fabre, I probably wouldn’t have done badly in society.
***
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In my previous life, books and the internet were so well developed that I could have found out what kind of creature I had in my hands by just looking through them a little, and their habits and ecology, but now the only book I can refer to is Cheonha Dokmul Birok.
Since I couldn’t pass on my frustration to future generations, I decided to feed Wolyeong a full meal and write the first chapter of Cheonha Dokmulbirot while I was at it.
Because I couldn’t write a single line other than the title I wrote when I received the book last time.
‘Let’s see, let’s write a bit first···.’
First, I wrote in the introduction why poison is so great and my consideration for future generations so that they do not feel as frustrated as I did.
“The reason I, the little dragon, am leaving this poison record is to let future generations know how great and beautiful poison is, and at the same time, to prevent them from feeling the same frustration as I did.”
‘Ugh… I’m so tired.’
And the first chapter.
There was no need to worry about what to write on the first page.
Of course, the first chapter is already set.
‘Of course the first chapter will be about our daughters, right?’
I have to write about our Wukong sisters, the first spirits and poisonous creatures I’ve ever met.
That’s why the first thing I wrote in the first chapter was, of course, about Qingbanwugong.
“Chapter 1: The Blue Spotted Snail.”
As I was writing the title and the first line, this thought suddenly occurred to me.
‘If it’s too much of an academic journal, it won’t be interesting and students won’t read it, right?’
I was worried that if it were too much like an encyclopedia or an academic journal, future generations might find it boring and not read it.
So, rather than writing the content simply to convey information, I decided to write about my experiences in a somewhat novel way, in a fun and exciting way.
Information is also conveyed here and there.
I remembered that in my previous life, when I was doing well, I published an educational comic book.
“It was a drizzly evening. The people who came to the abandoned building were people wearing military uniforms with the word ‘Dang’ written on them. One of them asked me······.”
A voice is heard as I am frantically writing for a long time.
“Little dragon?”
When I came to my senses and turned my head, Hwa-eun had come up to me and was looking over my shoulder at what I had written.
Perhaps he was so absorbed in writing the dragon poison that he didn’t notice someone approaching.
He put down his brush and answered Hwa-eun’s question.
“Ah, Hwa-eun, why did you call me?”
“It’s already dinner time.”
“Already?”
It definitely started at lunchtime, but it’s already almost dinnertime.
As I looked out the cabin window at Hwa-eun’s words, I soon saw the sun setting on the distant horizon.
“Oh, it’s already this time?”
“Yes. By the way, you were using the Dragon Poison Water Kit?”
“Yes, Hwa-eun.”
As I nodded, Hwa-eun asked in a curious voice.
“Can I take a look for a moment? I’m curious. The book written by So-ryong.”
“You miss me?”
“yes.”
I was a little embarrassed, but I had to show it to Hwa-eun after I finished writing it.
I nodded, thinking that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have it proofread in case I made a mistake in the Chinese characters.
“Okay. Here.”
As I step aside slightly and show Hwa-eun the poisonous dragon, Hwa-eun examines the contents with sparkling eyes.
He praised me as he read the first part of Hwa-eun’s story, saying that I was great.
“Written like a diary? Amazing. It feels like I’m experiencing it myself.”
“That, that doesn’t seem to be in order?”
“No. Soryong has many talents. This is the first time I’ve seen such a captivating piece of trivia.”
The ramblings probably refer to the novel, and the compliments probably refer to the compelling content.
My shoulders tensed a little.
‘Maybe I’ve discovered an unexpected talent?’
And then the praise of Hwa-eun follows.
“The part where the children are described is also fun. Cho always treats her older sister well, so she often consoles her younger siblings, saying that she is the older sister. But to be exact, they are sisters. Sometimes, when she acts like the older sister, it seems like she is imitating the behavior of adults, and it is cute.
Bin loves his father more than anyone else, but he pretends otherwise.
“Perhaps it’s because Hyang-i has a laid-back personality, but when she sleeps, she’s like a bear who doesn’t even notice if someone carries her. Ahahaha···.”
That was when.
A sharp, sudden cry is heard.
-Tsurut!?
-Tsururur!?
-Tch!?
When I turned my head to the sound of three children crying, I saw three boys looking at us from the cabin entrance.
What is being conveyed in the guys’ minds is ‘What did we just hear?’
Although it was written in a novel format, it was written objectively and without any additions or subtractions because it was academic content, but perhaps the content made the three daughters uncomfortable.
The three of them came towards me one after another, and Cho and Bin started crying at Hwa-eun.
-Tsurut!
-Tsrrrr!
Maybe it feels like I should read it again.
At that sight, Hwa-eun stuttered and asked.
“Hey, read it again?”
-Tsur!
-Tsururut!
Hwa-eun looked at me and then began to read the content again, feeling the chills in the children’s eyes.
“Cho, Cho always treats her older sister well, so she treats her younger siblings well, saying that she is the older sibling. But strictly speaking, they are sisters. Sometimes, when she acts like the older sibling, it seems like she is imitating adults, and I find it cute.
Rain, Bin loves his father more than anyone else, but… well… that’s why he pretends not to.
“Perhaps it’s because Hyang-i has a laid-back personality, but when she sleeps, she doesn’t even notice if someone carries her. She’s like a bear.”
As Hwa-eun finished speaking, my three daughters sat next to me.
The scent crawled up my body and onto the desk, biting the brush and putting it in my hand while crying.
-Tsurut!
Perhaps it feels like it needs some revision.
“Hey, guys. That academic writing… has to be written objectively, you know. That… the honor and pride of a scholar….”
I explained to the children about the honor and pride of a scholar, but what did they know?
In the end, I had no choice but to embellish the three by adding a lot of very satisfying words to the three’s sanctification.
‘I’m going to be doing book powder···.’
Having been reincarnated in the Central Plains and experiencing the burning of books, I felt like I could understand a little bit the feelings of the scholars who were burned and buried in the burial ground.
For a scholar, it was a sad thing to see his writings burned or to see them embellished with lies.
***
After the Book Burning Incident, the ship sailed across the sea and up the river toward Sacheon without any special events.
Wolyeong ate more than expected, so we had to go to the boat twice to buy oil.
And just before arriving at Sacheon.
Finally, I could feel a small protrusion sticking out from the boundary between Wolyeong’s head and tail.
I examined the creature to see how much it had grown, and felt a protrusion between its head and legs, the remains of a hind leg.
“It looks like the hind legs are going to fly now.”
“Really?”
“I really wonder what kind of guy he will become.”
The bump between the tadpole’s head and tail means that the creature is growing hind legs.
I was worried that it might have remained a tadpole for ten years and stopped growing completely, but fortunately, it turned out to be the case.
And that evening.
The strange feeling of heat after dinner.
“It seems a little hot. Is everyone okay?”
“Is it hot?”
“It seems like it’s a lot less hot here than in Botaam?”
As Sister Seol said, Botaam is much further south than Sacheon.
But for some reason I thought I felt hot, and then suddenly a blue flame burst out from my exhalation.
-Phew!
“Ugh···.”
“Cow, little dragon!”
“Dragon!”
I have a strange feeling.
The craftsman ran over, examined my body, and then spoke with a surprised expression.
“You’re addicted!”
And at those words, we turned our gaze towards Wolyeong, who was swimming in the water tank.
If I’m addicted, it’s because of that guy.
