Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 348

Episode 348 Gold Mine and Hot Springs [2]

“What is this place?”

Those who had once been family looked at Miller Curtis with a look of disgust on their faces.

That was understandable.

Because he was a man who abandoned his homeland to live with Americans, who were practically enemies of his tribe.

It was fortunate, if anything, that they were not hostile towards each other.

‘Well… …Because I sent you gifts here and there.’

Even if you call them gifts, in England they are just worthless items.

At best, it could be considered distilled liquor, well-made cigars, porcelain, or warm cotton.

But for Native Americans, whose civilization's development came to a screeching halt at some point, it was a pretty great gift.

Above all… … .

“Is that useful?”

“Oh, this? This is good. This is the best thing they’ve ever made.”

The gun would have been an excellent gift to say the least.

Even the most skilled archers cannot be unaware of the power of guns.

Moreover, the bow remained in a primitive form due to the absence of large livestock and crops such as wheat, rice, and barley in the American continent, which made it difficult for national civilizations to develop. As a result, not only was its accuracy ridiculous to compare, but its power was also ridiculous.

“Okay, let’s have a drink together after a long time.”

“Okay, good. Come in. At least you didn’t get lost and came here safely.”

Is it because I gave you this gift under various excuses?

Or maybe it's just that his tribe still treats Miller as family.

For some unknown reason, Miller was able to gain the tribe's hospitality for the time being.

It could also be said that he brought some strong distilled liquor with him.

Because the alcohol made them very drunk after just one or two glasses, several of the middle-aged men next to Miller began to reminisce about their past.

'I can't leave the work to those people.'

Just because I'm Miller doesn't mean I have good feelings toward those European guys.

That could be said to be nonsense.

But the British were better than the Americans.

They would have stepped forward if they had had the chance, but Miller knew that it was the British who had been holding back the colonists' westward expansion.

First of all, isn't Henry's upper part quite finite?

… … associated with that family.

Even doctors would have thought it would be much more beneficial.

'There was a time when I believed that, damn it… … .'

I thought I was going crazy trying to pretend to be relaxed.

As it turned out, one of the doctors was a black man.

Miller thought it was a bit of an exaggeration at first.

But after seeing these ignorant Americans give it a try, I started to feel a little stronger.

Americans are completely different people from the British, aren't they?

Just by looking at the fact that they live spitting on the floor, and especially on the floor of their house, you can tell that they are a few steps away from barbarism.

'Bear… … Denggang… … .'

It's not just a bear… … .

“Oh, would you like to look at this?”

Miller put down the load on his back and started to fuss as if he had just remembered something he had been thinking about the whole time.

It was huge in size and also quite heavy, as it made a thud when I put it down.

Everyone couldn't hide their curiosity.

After all, hasn't it already been over 200 years since the clash of civilizations occurred?

Even the most savage of them would admit that the things that these guys pull out that aren't novel are actually rarer.

“What is this?”

"what?"

“What could it be?”

So the chase continued even as Miller unwrapped something he had dropped with a thud.

'You're thinking of something strange.'

Yeah, that could be possible.

Miller nodded and unwrapped the bundle.

"no……."

“This is…….”

“This guy…? Does this guy look familiar?”

What was contained within was not a trace of civilization, but rather the very barbarism that had persisted since time immemorial.

It contained the head of a bear that Liston had killed with a single stroke of his sword.

And this bear was quite famous not only among the tribesmen but also among everyone nearby.

It is not known when they started to taste human flesh or when they learned the fun of hunting, but they attacked wandering people.

“Oh, oh. That’s right. It’s him. This thing in the corner of his eye… Someone shot him before… No, but this….”

“Did you catch this?”

“What did you use to catch them? I heard they have something called a cannon. Use that?”

Naturally, several tribes and gangs, including this tribe, released people to hunt this thing down.

But it was no use.

Rather, it only increased the number of victims.

It was possible to inflict some damage, but it was poison.

Because I learned all the scary stuff, I only taught them the pattern of attacking from behind at night.

But I couldn't help but be surprised to see that guy's head rolling around here.

It's a cliché, but most of these people who had been drunk on the liquor Miller had brought were sobered up.

“No. A guy named Liston caught him.”

“Liston……?”

“That’s a sheep’s name.”

“Well, I guess they caught him with a cannon or a gun.”

“I caught it with a knife.”

"what?"

“People are joking too. How can you do something like this with a knife… No… Seriously?”

Miller nodded and dragged the bearskin from his horse, which Liston had skillfully removed with equal skill.

Even though it was only leather, it was so heavy that it made the horse's expression look good.

“Look at this.”

“Ugh…….”

“Really…… there are no marks.”

“What is the purpose of showing this to me?”

The eldest member of the tribe, who had been observing it for a while, asked with a serious expression on his face.

As was the case in Joseon, which had remained in that position for a while after the agricultural revolution, the position of the elders among the Indians was quite strict, so the son-in-law became quiet.

He was not the type of person to talk nonsense, and he was already overcome with fear when he saw the bear skin.

Something like this… … .

How can a person catch someone with a knife?

“A gift, from Lord Liston.”

“Gifts…? That’s nonsense. They’re the ones who threw us gifts and took away our land!”

what…….

That wasn't a wrong statement.

The tribe that Miller belonged to also did not originally live near here.

Wasn't this the place that was driven out by the Americans who kept advancing westward, telling them to farm tobacco and cotton?

Miller, this is just what you heard from your father, but this adult has probably experienced it.

That merciless outrage.

“They are different.”

“What? There wasn’t another one.”

“No, really. What they want is water.”

"water……?"

“This is a hot spring.”

“There are hot springs up there too.”

Miller looked into the old man's mouth as he answered.

It was night so I couldn't see very well, but even so, I felt like I couldn't see the dark teeth.

Not only that, but everyone around him was like that.

It was an unknown reason why this happened.

In fact, these tribesmen had no particular awareness.

It was a fact known only to Miller, who had been there and then left.

'I also lived without really thinking about anything… '

It was only after hearing from Henry that he had been searching for this material or custom in England that he remembered this characteristic for the first time in a long time.

Come to think of it, Miller, even though he only occasionally visited this area, seemed to have less tooth decay than the others.

“We need hot spring water here.”

“You want to come and live?”

“No. I’m going to go. The water will keep flowing anyway. They say they’ll pay me in return.”

“I don’t need money.”

The old man's words were probably not simply meant to protect his pride.

Because they still live by bartering.

Literally, you don't need money, that's what he meant.

“Then I will ask you to buy what you need.”

“Umm…….”

“Oh, and one more thing.”

"also?"

“I heard there’s a place with a sparkling stone… Do you know where it is?”

“Stone? Oh, that. I know that. But why that?”

There was also a tribe that treated gold like stone.

It wasn't anything special.

For those who have lived with nature for thousands of years, gold was literally just a shiny stone.

This was true not only for this tribe, but also for people from other tribes.

But isn't that shiny stone, that is, gold, a treasure to the Europeans?

“I want to dig that up too.”

“Umm…….”

The old man rubbed his chin at Miller's words.

Then, as if to calm his dizzy head, he lit a cigarette and inhaled and exhaled the smoke several times.

It must have been an attempt to have a conversation with God.

If there was such a thing as a god, I don't think the tribe would have ended up in this state… … .

Miller didn't necessarily say anything like that.

It was because, in his view, the gods that the Europeans believed in were equally unreliable.

When they stood on the other side, they saw something beyond the invaders… … .

They were strong like messengers of God.

Those who went inside were just weak humans.

There is tragedy there, too, in abundance, that was the saying.

“If I refuse, will that Liston or something come?”

As I was waiting like that, the old man blew his cigarette at the bear's head and said.

It would be a big deal if a bear came, but wouldn't it be an even bigger deal if the guy who made the bear like this came?

Naturally, his face wasn't that good.

“Probably…… That’s true. It won’t be as peaceful as it was for me then.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to meet up. There’s no other way.”

“Don’t worry too much. Those guys I saw, no, they…….”

If Liston is a blacksmith, then Tae-pyeong Kim is… … .

That was a sorcerer.

It is so powerful that even the shamans of any tribe cannot keep up with it.

Aren't you providing treatment that is almost prophetic?

Those ignorant people think they are acting like doctors, but… … .

It was something beyond that.

'Yes, if I put my mind to it, I could take it all away. But… … .'

Isn't that what the sorcerer in the legend looks like?

But if you look at what he did, there was a certain line to it.

First of all, if you look at the way he treated black slaves, does it seem like he had a pretty good personality?

His attitude towards himself was also the most kind.

But sometimes, whenever I smoked a cigarette, he would come and curse me, saying that I would die if I did that… … .

I thought it was because people with great powers were a bit strange.

“It’s much better than the others.”

“Umm…….”

“Would you like to go and see for yourself?”

“That’s right. You guys, get ready too. Let’s go as soon as the sun rises tomorrow.”

“Ah…… yes, sir.”

At Miller's words, the old man and his friends whom he had not seen in a long time nodded.

Some people were not very interested, while others were curious.

Whatever it was, one thing was certain.

'If I meet those guys… … the contract will definitely be concluded.'

Miller couldn't sleep because he was thinking about Liston and Kim Tae-pyeong.