Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 339

Episode 339 Kansas [2]

The carriage was turning onto a long road.

That's what they say, but it's not really the way we think.

Just think of it as meaning that you're starting to see a dirt road that's clear of weeds.

Despite that, the ride quality has definitely improved compared to before.

“Oh my.”

“Shut your mouth, Inma. Bite your tongue. Ugh!”

Even so, if you keep talking recklessly, you'll most likely end up biting your tongue in the rattling carriage.

I think it would be better for your tongue health to ride a horse with a stirrup.

Even for a cautious person like me, I'm not exaggerating, as I've already asked myself this question three times during this trip.

Fortunately, Miller Curtis warned me, otherwise I might have lost my tongue.

I heard that this isn't just talk, but an actual case.

Miller may seem a bit of a mouthpiece, but isn't it always foolish to ignore the locals?

Rather, the most dangerous people when going abroad are the British.

They'll only think about taking advantage of you, saying you're from the same hometown or a fellow countryman.

“Umm…….”

If it were the early days of carriage travel, even just the bumps like that would have made me feel motion sick… … .

Now I could leisurely look around and even yawn.

Normally that would be a good thing… … .

I don't think that was the case this time.

“That’s…….”

“I told you.”

Now, the road has become much flatter, as if it were the entrance to a large farm.

Because of that, I was able to look outside more actively and have conversations… … .

Actually, there were quite a few things I wanted to say when I came here.

The scenery is like that, and so is the excessive wolf pack.

But at this point, there was only one thing that came to mind.

'A burnt corpse… … .'

I joked about witch hunts and such, but in fact witch hunts disappeared in 19th century England.

In the first place, that witch hunt was… … .

Didn't it originate from a book called 'The Hammer of Witches' written by a crazy monk named Malleus Maleficarum?

It is said that in order to give the book more credibility, a papal decree was attached in front of it, but it is also said that the Vatican actually announced after seeing the contents of the book that this was not something they had officially done.

Of course, in our crazy medieval times, we didn't know about that and were crazy about witch hunts…

Since it had such limitations from birth, it has disappeared.

Therefore, it was truly the first time in my life that I had seen such a sight.

“Ugh…….”

“Did this guy kill someone?”

From what I heard earlier, it's probably a runaway slave.

Maybe not, but anyway, I'll be a slave.

In other words, it means he's black… … .

After everything was burned, all you could tell was that it was just a human corpse.

“No, I don’t think so. If I had, they would have killed me more horribly.”

“There is a more horrible death penalty than this….”

"yes?"

“Oh, no, that’s not it.”

I don't know why Liston winks at me though.

I know of quite a few more horrible execution methods than this one.

There is arsenic, lead, mercury, and even cholera and typhoid in the world.

Of course, burning at the stake is the most painful thing, but no matter how long it lasts, it only lasts a few minutes.

In comparison, what I said could involve daily suffering.

‘Why am I so proud of this… … .’

Maybe it's because I've seen so many strange things that I have strange thoughts.

“Well… it’s probably nothing. He probably ran away. Or….”

"or not?"

“Or refused to have children.”

“What are you talking about?”

Liston unconsciously gripped and released the handle of his knife.

This medieval knight… … no, the great swordsman… … .

Although he may have the looks and strength of a true martial arts master, he is more of a 19th century gentleman.

It was said that no matter how angry he was, he was a person who knew how to act appropriately to the situation.

but…….

“As you know, the slave trade is now prohibited. Of course, you can still find merchants selling slaves along the west coast of Africa, but if caught, they are put to death.”

“Yes. I know that too.”

As Liston spoke, he unconsciously turned to look at Miller.

Miller just shrugged, but Liston had to cough a few times before his face returned to normal.

Both of them understood.

The British Empire has now changed its stance and banned the slave trade, but at one time it was the most excited to sell them.

If you think about it, the people living here are the colonists, or should we say Americans since they became independent?

Yes, all Americans are descendants of the British.

So it's natural to feel embarrassed.

'Native Americans were not used as slaves… … .'

Miller also understands.

The natives, that is, the people of the New World, had never suffered from diseases like smallpox, so they all died before they could be put to work.

There may be several reasons, but if I had to pick just one, it would be safe to say that it arose because there were no large livestock such as cows, pigs, or sheep in the New World.

The New World people were extremely vulnerable to zoonotic diseases that the Old World people had adapted to through close contact with domesticated large mammals long ago.

'Phew, I feel better now that I've thought about something else. Just think about something else… … Tan… … Tan. No, shit.'

No matter what I did, the corpse I saw earlier kept coming to mind.

“So, it has become difficult to obtain new supplies. What are we going to do then?”

“What should we do? We should gradually reduce the number of slaves.”

"haha……."

Mr. Patrick's employee smiled bitterly and continued speaking.

Actually, when I saw him in England, I thought he was a bit of a barbaric man, but when I came to America and saw him, I started to see him as a civilized person.

That was actually true.

This place looks like some kind of medieval manor.

“Do you know how much wealth is being amassed here?”

“Can you tell?”

“If you look at money alone, you two can’t even compare.”

“Ah…… I see.”

“Our top is not even good enough.”

“Huh… I guess there’s no way you’d give up.”

“Yes, that’s why we produce slaves here.”

"production?"

How do you produce people?

We're still a long way from the appearance of something like an artificial human, right?

Just as such naive thoughts began to cross my mind, the employee opened his mouth.

“Why don’t we just have more children?”

"iced coffee……."

“But do you really want to have a child like that? Even if you do have a child, he or she will end up living a miserable life just like you.”

“Yes. Me too…….”

“But if we reject all of them, the farm won’t run, so we’re setting an example.”

“Ugh.”

Liston gripped the hilt of his sword once more and then released it.

Actually, I was going to understand if he just pulled out and charged forward this time, but I think my brother has become more socialized.

thank god.

I'm a little angry too… … .

'We didn't come here to free slaves, we came here to do business.'

If you really feel uncomfortable, why don't you support the North during the Civil War?

It may seem like a bit too much, but it can't be helped.

Because I am just an individual in this vast world.

There's not much I can do, and I need to know that so that I don't have an accident.

“Look here.”

"yes?"

“Would you mind putting a secret curse on me?”

“Ah… well, that’s not difficult.”

“Okay. I think that will make me feel a little better.”

It was a relief to see even someone like Liston say something like this.

“Ah, haha. Welcome!”

As I continued to run like that, a huge building began to come into view.

Crops were growing everywhere, so the fields behind the building didn't seem all that impressive anymore.

What stood out more than that were the people.

There stood a man, very large in stature, though smaller than Liston at best.

He was accompanied by what appeared to be several subordinates, but he was indeed the lord himself.

“Hello. This is Joseph, who contacted you earlier.”

“I know, I know. So, how’s Patrick?”

“Yes, thanks.”

“Yeah… haha. But what about this side?”

“Oh, it’s Alfred. I’ve heard a lot about him from my father.”

“Alfred? Oh, the youngest? You’ve grown up so much already!”

While everyone else was hanging around in New York or just watching after the Revolutionary War, weren't our senior families aggressively importing crops, tobacco, cotton, and other things that were left over on the American continent directly from inland plantations and making money?

Well, now I'm going to India or Qingdao with the money I earned…

Anyway, it looked pretty solid.

“Ah…… This is Sir Liston.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Despite the fact that we had been talking behind each other's back the entire way, Liston greeted me without changing his expression.

Next it was actually my turn, but our rancher, whether intentionally or not, shook hands with Colin and Joseph first.

Only then did he start looking back and forth between Miller and me.

His hands were held behind his back.

“This is the famous Sir Tiepyeong.”

“Ah…… I’ve heard a lot about it.”

But since I was in a hurry, I reached out.

Then I secretly saw the guy next to me wiping it off with a napkin he was holding.

I think this is enough for a nobleman.

That's right.

If someone were to burn a person for the crime of not having children, that would be pretty good treatment.

“Miller, it’s been a while.”

At least I didn't shake hands with Miller.

Anyway, even though we greeted each other like that, the sun was still high in the sky.

There was time to go further, but… … .

In fact, homelessness is something that not only city dwellers like us but also people who have lived rough lives would want to avoid if possible.

It must be so hard for you to even speak.

Even though the road ahead would be shorter, it would be much rougher, so it had to be properly maintained.

"hmm."

There are few things you can't do more than stand in front of someone who is blatantly embarrassed on a bright day.

Fortunately, the farm owner seemed to be well aware of this fact, so he called out to someone standing behind him.

Then he told me to give him a one-on-one tour of the farm.

As I waited calmly, it seemed like it was finally my turn.

The farm owner looked at me once and then turned around.

“Bettina!”

And he shouted.

Then a female black slave stepped forward.

“Yes, master.”

He said he was your master.

“You… invite this gentleman here and show him around!”

"yes."

“Ah, this person… is not a slave, but a free man, no. A nobleman! Have you seen the yellow ones before? You shouldn’t treat them like that.”

“Then should I treat you like my master?”

“No, that won’t work.”

“Then…… how?”

“Um… oh, yeah. That… who’s the guy who makes hammers? Oh, yeah, Jerry. Treat him like that.”

"all right."

When Liston was talking about curses earlier, he was just joking.

But now I really have to walk.

I don't know how, but I have to walk.