Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 372

Episode 372 Hormones [2]

London's population already numbers in the millions.

Anyone who has ever been to the Thames and looked out upon it will be amazed at the millions of people who live here.

There isn't even any infrastructure in place.

No, it is there, but the infrastructure is barely enough to support a medieval population.

Other than that, even the administrative ability… … is very lacking.

“Okay, choose something.”

Meanwhile, the number of people flocking from rural areas to London to make a living is increasing every year.

If there is one problem, it is that, unlike agriculture, in order to engage in post-industrial industry… … .

It means that you have to receive a modern education.

Otherwise, it would be equivalent to a day job… … .

And that too would require working as a day laborer in 19th century London.

Life becomes hell, that's what it is.

“We need some older male prisoners.”

“How much…? Should I say over forty?”

forty.

It is no exaggeration to say that at this age of forty, you have actually lived quite a life.

However, that was due to accidents or illness, and the human lifespan itself was still considered to be over 60.

“60 or older would be good. Are there people like that?”

“Ah…… Let’s gather them. Hey! Those over 60, come out here!”

Even if I had come alone right now, the police would have cooperated pretty well.

He is not only a powerful figure in London, but also an aristocrat.

Well… … I’m a noble who can’t inherit, but I still eat with the chief sometimes.

But now Liston had come, and so had Jean-Pierre, bearing an earnest letter from the King.

Even the chief, department heads, and key officers all knew that the goal of the experiment was to confirm the effect of increasing stamina.

As such, he was cooperating, no, leading the experiment with tremendous momentum.

'It's squeaky.'

Even so, it was strange that so many prisoners over 60 years old who deserved to die were gathered together.

If you think about it logically, that's true, but if you think about London at that time, it could be true.

As I said before, isn't life hell?

However, there are quite a few people who live without sinning against others, even if they are not good people… … .

As the environment becomes hell, the number of people who become devils also increases.

We can see that humans are more like this than we think by looking at the Nazis in World War II, the ethnic cleansing that took place in the Balkans in the 1990s, the Russian-Ukrainian War, or the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

The problem here is not war, but rather that it has spread throughout our daily lives… … .

“What do you think? Should we bring more? There will probably be more if we go to other prisons. They’ll try to get to each other.”

“No. That’s enough.”

Anyway, for this reason, there were more than thirty elderly prisoners standing in front of me.

Everyone had bright faces, whether they knew or not that they would soon be injected with bovine body parts.

It couldn't be helped.

If outside is hell, inside is… what should I call this place?

Even a real devil would probably get down on his knees and beg if he saw this situation.

Or, you can use this as a reference and remodel hell again.

'If the sentence is more than a year in prison, half of them will die.'

Anyone who survived here had to be seen as an incredibly strong person.

Or maybe he was a political prisoner to begin with and received some consideration.

Anyway, those who escaped from a place worse than hell for a while headed to the laboratory prepared by the King according to my orders.

I heard that it was the site of a monastery near London, but it was handed over to the crown when the monks fled there, unable to stand the cute pea soup that had taken over the London skies.

“Again… have you come to another prison?”

As soon as they saw the place, there seemed to be a commotion and then someone came carrying a gun and asked.

Well, that was to be expected.

In fact, isn't the monastery actually a concentration camp?

Even the monks were self-isolating people, and with rapid urbanization taking on the role of housing the mentally ill who could no longer be cared for by their communities, the buildings took on a truly hideous appearance.

“No, this is a monastery.”

“Then is that correct…?”

If he had done that secretly, the general public would never have known… … .

How could I not know, when I was hit so close that I was strongly influenced by pea soup?

Among them, this monastery was especially famous for being a place full of screaming and yelling, so the prisoners' reaction was not that strange.

'Should I have just gone back to where I was building?'

No, it's too good there.

It's right that only those who paid should receive it.

These guys… … .

Although they look pitiful, they are actually excellent prisoners.

These are the guys who came in after killing one or two people.

“Stop talking and just go in!”

"yes yes!"

Even so, they had been in prison for at least six months, so they had been weak for a long time.

My prayers have become weak.

Even with the police officers who followed us, and even Liston, there was no one who dared spit on us.

'Listen… … .'

'Could that rumor be true?'

'what?'

'They say that every time you draw a new sword, you test its performance by cutting down a person… … .'

'her…….'

'I'm going to die anyway. It's better this way.'

'What do you mean, 'it went well?'

'It won't be painless. And… …it will be an honor to fall into the hands of the most powerful man in British history.'

It was to the point where they were making a fuss like this.

Well… … that could happen.

Because it's that liston.

Perhaps if he had been born a little earlier, he would have been Liston the Lionheart instead of Richard the Lionheart.

“Just take a look here. Jang. How many times have you made this?”

“I made it every week… so I made it about 20 times.”

“No, so you’ve been doing this for almost half a year? How long has it been since I left…….”

“Don’t be so mean. His Majesty the King should be happy too.”

“Is that the only happiness you have?”

“People tend to become obsessed with something they can’t do. And if it’s sexual, they become even more obsessed with it.”

Anyway, we left the monastery and headed to the slaughterhouse with Jean Pierre, who had become a saint in many ways.

Since it was a place she had to return to at least once anyway, Nana Liston also had a relieved expression.

“Yes…? Your balls?”

However, no one listened to our request.

It's annoying enough to have to take out the pancreas during the slaughtering process, so I thought it was inevitable that they'd ask for the body parts too.

But that was my mistake.

The so-called wisdom of life that mankind has accumulated is not an easy thing.

“Would you like to eat it? It’s a delicacy. It’s also good for your stamina. But you’ll have to eat it raw… Is that okay?”

“No… What? Are you eating?”

“I’ll eat it. Isn’t that why you asked?”

“No… I’m going to give you an injection.”

“Ah…… Ah! Why didn’t I think of that? Like curing diabetes? Oh…….”

The other person laughed heartily and patted my shoulder.

“But isn’t it a little early for you, hyung? Haha. Or that rumor… Heek. I made a slip of the tongue….”

Then I fell asleep alone and ran away.

“Plain. Relax your expression. If you take it as a joke, you’ll look bigger.”

“What does my expression look like?”

“I think I’m going to kill you. You won’t cast a spell on me, will you? I made a slip of the tongue, but you’re a loyal friend.”

“No… I’m fine. I can’t be angry. There’s nothing wrong.”

“Yeah… but why have you never done it?”

“I told you I couldn’t do it?”

“Haha… this guy. Where in London would you find a woman who would turn you down?”

"no……."

I felt like I needed to sleep with him to clear up this misunderstanding.

It's always unpleasant to be misunderstood, but isn't this misunderstanding even more so?

but…….

'I can't do it… … .'

I don't know if it's just me being weird or what, but I can't meet British women.

No, to be precise, I can't meet a 19th century British woman.

Hey friend… … .

Since our expectations are different, we can somehow remain close, but aren't lovers different?

A companion literally means living together for life, and to do that, your values must match.

How could I, a modern man and a Korean, and a 19th century British person do that?

'I think we should meet in Joseon… … .'

Joseon… … .

19th century Joseon.

It may feel even more like a world away than 19th century England.

Whatever it was, I was educated in a Western style.

“Here comes the person in charge.”

“Oh, yes. Let’s start with work first.”

“Okay. And if you need to, just get it right. I’ll turn a blind eye to it.”

"no……."

“Haha, just kidding.”

I keep scratching, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Previously, it was thought that it could not be done simply because of the risk of sexually transmitted diseases, but now it is due to the added reasons mentioned above.

Anyway, the person in charge of the slaughterhouse… … .

That is, the guy who was like the sub-boss of our gang came up to us and laughed heartily.

“I can give you as much as you want.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll need about 60 servings a week.”

“60? No… Is that okay?”

“No, I’m just trying to test if it’s okay. I brought prisoners.”

“Ah, ahhh. It’s an experiment. Haha, we have to cooperate. Isn’t this all for the future of humanity!”

The laughter became even livelier when they heard that they were going to do human experiments.

As gruesome as it may feel, this experiment is actually the joy of these guys' lives.

Honestly, when will London back-alley thugs ever contribute to the progress of humanity?

And that too with the dignified aristocracy of the British Empire.

I think there is a reason for their loyalty to us, including their respect for London's First Swordsman Liston and Joseon sorcerer Kim Tae-pyeong.

“Yeah, it’s you after all.”

“Haha, what is it? My mother also has diabetes, but she is alive and well. It’s all thanks to you guys.”

“I gave you special instructions. Don’t worry about the medical expenses.”

“Oh my… How could that be? I’m taking extra care of it.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

So, getting cow body parts was a breeze.

Actually, these guys were pretty good at removing body parts, so they must have been stealing a lot.

It was so fast and accurate that it almost felt like I was watching Liston.

So we got 60 body parts and immediately got on horseback and headed to the laboratory, no, the concentration camp, no, the monastery.

As Jean-Pierre had already prepared the equipment used in the palace, the extraction work began as soon as he arrived.

At the same time, I divided the prisoners who were already locked up into two groups.

“Those who are good at it, go to the right, those who are not, go to the left.”

At first, everything went to the right.

but…….

“I can tell everything with my magic. If you get caught, you die.”

Later on, there were more on the left side.

'If we're going to do it, it might as well be effective.'

Wouldn't there be some people who would take it even if it meant enduring long-term side effects?

No, there will be.

And that person will pay a lot of money.

Today, too, I am doing my best for the progress of mankind.