Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 347

Episode 347 Gold Mine and Hot Springs [1]

Jean recalled the conversation that had just taken place.

-Please give me a chance. I will convince all these people.

-Can I just threaten him?

-I'm the best at talking.

A sigh escaped me.

I found out after being dragged in after the attack, but aren't they both doctors?

That Chinky guy who says you can just brush it off with your mouth… … .

When he said it, I thought he was lying, but as I listened, it seemed true.

He said that he was not some quack you might see all over the American continent, but the best doctor in London.

Even so, it may be nothing compared to the French name, but anyway, isn't there a certain expected image of a doctor?

'But… …what are those guys?'

village…….

Okay, I'll give you a hundred concessions and admit that the people in Denver aren't all that great.

But most of them are people who ran away because they don't want to do that anymore.

This means that despite the harsh environment, they survive by hunting and cutting down trees.

Of course, I often help out with gang work when I'm told I don't have enough hands, but…

Isn't that something everyone does?

In the first place, the big farm guys and the rich guys all robbed the powerless and poor people like us… … Huh?

'Does it make sense to threaten those people and try to defraud them again?'

Shouldn't doctors be like that?

And you're a noble?

I heard you even received a title.

He is said to be the personal physician of the King of England.

-Please, let me try it first.

But if we just trusted in that title and left it as it was, it was obvious that the village would fall into the hands of demons.

So Jang shook off his anger and stood up, calling the villagers together.

If it were a bigger town, there might be a pub, but is that what you expect here?

There was nothing but a large warehouse-like place where passing peddlers would stay.

The only good thing was that the water quality of the South Platte River that flows through this area was very good.

In addition, the beer brewed from corn from small-scale forest burning was very tasty.

Well, it's a bit rustic compared to the beers that other regions brew in large quantities, but it has its charm, that's what I'm saying.

“Jean, yeah. What happened?”

At the town meeting, where beer and some of the bear meat Liston had caught were served, the first to speak was the town's oldest member.

Other people were a bit afraid of Jang, and even if it wasn't Confucianism, there was an atmosphere where it seemed right for older people to speak first.

"that is……."

First, Jean answered his question in as much detail as possible.

"no way……."

“Does that make sense…?”

The first reaction that came back was this.

Well, that was to be expected.

Even Jang himself would never have believed it if he hadn't opened his eyes wide and seen it clearly.

What crazy person in the world would think of cutting down that big bear with a knife?

No, if you think about it, anyone crazy enough can do it, but putting it into practice is a whole other level of thing.

“Isn’t this bear meat?”

“That’s true, but… we’ve caught bears before, right?”

“What, they were all old and lying around, so they all rushed in and caught them? Is that hunting? It’s gathering.”

“That’s what I’m saying. How do you know if this was caught that way or not?”

“Look over there.”

“What. Ah.”

Jang was an old man who was complaining, yes, he was actually looking at the village chief, and then he pointed out the window.

There stood Liston.

He was holding a bear skin, and sure enough, it was the skin of a bear with its head and both arms cut off.

Being able to recognize that also meant that Liston was a rare giant.

The bear skin was so large that one could guess its size during its lifetime.

“Anyway, what those people are looking for is a gold mine and hot springs down here.”

“Hot springs? Hot springs? What are you looking for and what are you doing? There’s one just to the south.”

“That’s true. That’s true, but…….”

“The Indians are the problem. Why are they so vicious?”

At the village chief's words, Jang smiled bitterly.

I said that because I knew that this gentleman probably didn't know what he was talking about.

When the British first came to North America, their relations with most Indians were not so bad.

Well, if we look into it in detail, there were some twists and turns, but it is true that it was mild compared to the massacres that took place in South America.

But as tobacco farming flourished, the colonies began to expand further inland, and at the same time, they drove out the Indians living there and even massacred them, and relations deteriorated rapidly.

Jang and I are on better terms, though… … .

It would be more accurate to say that this was because the French, like Jean, were better off than the Americans, but rather because they were gangsters who had nowhere to go after Napoleon sold Louisiana to the United States.

“There are Indians among them.”

“Really? It’s getting more and more suspicious… Is it really that strong?”

“Don’t even think about attacking us. We’ll all really die…….”

“I see. If you say so, then yes. But?”

“That guy and the yellow guy next to him. Those two are said to be nobles in England.”

“A lie… right?”

Jang couldn't say anything more to the village chief's words.

Because even to him, it seemed like a lie.

Liston.

No matter how you look at it, that guy is just a thug.

The guy next to him… … Piyoung? He’s an Asian.

I heard that in a place far away called Hawaii, people just like that grow sugarcane.

'But… … that's what everyone is saying.'

But did you say Blundell?

That guy, along with Colin, Alfred, and Joseph, definitely looked like they had something going for them.

And they also said that those two were nobles and actually very good doctors.

'What can I do even if it's not rude?'

What difference would it make if I didn't believe it?

Should I run away?

No, that won't work.

First of all, the horse has been taken away, and even if you steal a horse from the village and run away… … .

'Listen… … that monster… … .'

On the way here, I saw a guy running around saying he was bored, and he was just a crazy guy.

It was as if he had become one with the horse.

Even when I looked closely, the horse was huge.

I heard that on the way here, they caught a wild horse and tamed it… … .

“No, that’s right. I can guarantee it. I was also holding the seal of the King of England.”

“Really? If that’s the case… but then what happens?”

If you say that kind of person is a noble, then he is a noble.

If you think about it, there's no reason why he wasn't called a king.

So Jang just picked up the seal and handed it over without even seeing it.

The village chief is a country bumpkin, so he just let it slide.

Besides, what was important to them now was the future.

It was the same for Jean too.

This incident has made it clear.

If I continued to do any more gang stuff, there was no telling when or how things would turn out.

“Those people are going to get water from the hot springs over there and bring it back to England to sell. They said they would pay us a lot of money if we went there and worked there.”

“Oh…… but it’s just water…… will it sell……?”

“I don’t know. But isn’t that their job?”

“That’s true, that’s true.”

“And… didn’t the Indians say there was a shiny stone over there?”

“Oh, that’s right. It’s probably gold… but I can’t check.”

If I had the power, instead of checking, I would have just killed them all and left a few to go find the gold mine.

It's not that the village chief or the townspeople were particularly evil; it's just that the times were like that.

Humans who ran into the wild, holding onto the benefits of civilization, were bound to be closer to barbarians than civilized people.

People romanticize it by talking about the Wild West and the Gold Rush, but if you look at the reality, it's no exaggeration to say that it was a time of massacre.

Even white people fired guns at each other, so what about Indians…?

“I'll do that too.”

“By what means?”

“I don’t know. But if that happens, our village will be ruined. I said it was gold.”

“Well, I see. Huh… This… This is a good thing.”

“That’s right. So let’s cooperate fully.”

“You don’t have anything to receive back, do you?”

That's why I had so many doubts.

The village chief himself would have thought of hitting someone on the back of the head if given the chance, so he had no choice but to do so.

Above all, Jang was a human being who could do that.

But the important thing was that it wasn't now.

“No, really. Those guys… are no ordinary bettors.”

“Hmm.”

“I told you, if you open it, you’re going to have a really rough time. Isn’t this an incredibly generous offer? What are we? We can dig a hot spring or find a gold mine.”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Because I’m scared! Because I’m scared! Really… really scared.”

“Okay… Okay. Okay.”

After finishing his desperate persuasion, Jean left the hall, or rather the warehouse, feeling relieved.

What caught his eye was Miller Curtis.

He, who usually wore suits to the point of looking more British than American, was now dressed in Indian attire.

“Do…you really have to go this far?”

“It’s gold. It’s not a hot spring. We have to dig both, so we need to prepare at least this much.”

"still……."

“Oh! I told you I’d give it to you so you wouldn’t feel bad.”

“Uh huh.”

“But why? Why are you scared?”

“You don’t look scared….”

Miller looked at Liston, who was still holding the bearskin, with a complicated expression on his face, then quickly rode away on his horse.

“fu*k…….”

It was while spitting out the only Korean words I had learned in that short time.

"what?"

“No, it’s not.”

One thing he overlooked was that Liston's ears were almost Daredevil-like.

Fortunately, Liston was not so senseless as to beat up a worker before he could do something big.

“I’ll just hit you once when I get back. What the hell?”

“No, bro……”

“Why? Do you think I’m doing too much?”

“If you fail, you lose. If you succeed and you lose, that’s a bit much.”

“Oh, I see. As expected, you are a deep thinker.”

“I am a gentleman by nature.”

“Yeah, we’re all gentlemen.”

Thanks to that, Miller barely managed to escape the village with his face intact and headed straight south.

Compared to the fact that he was not familiar with the geography here and such, he had no particular hesitation.

It was the same even though I wasn't walking or riding a horse.

What that means is… … .

'It's been a while, here too.'

He said he was running along the path he knew.

'That's it. Really… … They're a group of people who don't change.'

If this were Korea or the US, the path that would take a few years, let alone a few months, would have changed a bit… … .

Perhaps it is because Indians are people who have lived for thousands of years while preserving their traditions.

Even though it had been over 100 years since the world had already begun to change, they were still holding on to their lives.

"uh?"

“It’s been a while.”

Miller made his first appearance in years to his tribe, which had been stuck in the past.

It was through Liston's threats and Kim Tae-pyeong's persuasion.