Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 490

Episode 490 Japan [3]

I also taught the Count some other useful etiquette.

You might wonder why the count, who is also a nobleman, should be taught etiquette… … .

It should be noted that there is a considerable difference between the medieval European nobility and the Oriental nobility, or yangban, that we know.

Basically, these guys are savages.

I know it might sound like I'm being too harsh when I say it like this, but have you ever seen pictures of parties in the Middle Ages?

They are fighting so fiercely that it is hard to tell if this is the royal palace or a mountain retreat belonging to a group of bandits.

Among them, England has long been a descendant of the Vikings… … .

“Why do you look at me like that instead of talking?”

“Oh, no. The Count’s appearance suddenly caught my eye.”

“This guy… is bland.”

Rather, perhaps that is why the foundation was quite established around the 19th century.

Above all, British kids hate France, but they also admire it as much as they hate it?

This means that a lot of the mainland's etiquette has seeped in.

To begin with, wasn't William the Conqueror of England originally from Normandy, or France?

There's a reason why there are so many English words that are similar to French words.

How can you hate France so much on such a topic…?

Sometimes I wonder if this is a special feature of island countries.

Oh, of course that doesn't mean the baguettes are any better.

“This is the tea they drink.”

“Ah… I heard. I heard that in the East, they just drink tea.”

“Yes, it’s called green tea. Because the water is green.”

“Hmm… I guess it lacks the flavor of black tea.”

Correct it.

Britain is also a long-distance relationship.

Common sense… … .

When eating something, isn't the most important thing the taste of the people who originally ate it?

On the topic of drinking tea late in the day, why are you criticizing the way people used to drink it?

'No. That's the charm of Anglo-Saxon.'

This is the very way of thinking of being the only one in heaven and earth.

They see everyone else as inferior and as a race that must be taught or dominated.

I'm not saying this to sell them out, I'm just saying it because it's true.

“But you have to try this here. Try it.”

“Hmm…….”

“You too, brother.”

“I don’t drink coffee in London either, but I do drink tea…”

"Oh, I told you to try it. You said you were going to seduce women. People who don't know the etiquette of drinking tea, or the tea ceremony, are not popular."

The Count and Liston, who were standing awkwardly on the floor unable to sit down at my words, gulped down green tea.

Oh, I didn't have time to say it, but our Count also pursues various pleasures following Liston.

If you ask him if it's okay for him to do that as a count, he'll say that he should do that because he's a count.

He firmly believes that it is his duty as a nobleman to spread his excellent seeds here and there.

It's a bit funny to say something like that, considering that Mr. See comes from a noble family…

Since you're young, I decided to understand.

'You said the 7th Earl… …was hanging out with Sir Damien and then left?'

I think older people are adding more.

oh my god…….

Even though I told you it wasn't a tonic, why did you keep taking cocaine…?

Huh? There are much better red ginseng and Taepyeongtang, so why bother sucking them up?

Of course, there is a rumor that after he left, red ginseng and Taepyeongtang are selling better because people say, "The idiot was right."

“It’s so confusing.”

“That’s true.”

Anyway, the two ignorant guys were drinking green tea and making comments like this.

You might ask, "Do you know what green tea tastes like?" Surprisingly, I'm proud to say I do.

It's thanks to the monk who was my attending physician when I was a resident.

He literally died after falling down a steep slope and came back to life. As a token of gratitude, he would pick tea from a tea tree that was being grown at the temple and give it to his patients whenever they came to the clinic.

Since the professor was also a tea drinker, I was able to drink it at the same time, adjusting the temperature and time accordingly. At first, I thought I would just flatter him and say, "It's really good!", but as I did that, I ended up learning the taste.

'It's not bad, but it's about this good.'

Even for my taste, the tea I just bought at the market tasted pretty good.

Since it's not the matcha I usually eat, it has a rough taste…

However, judging by the fact that the fragrant taste is much better than the bitter taste, I think it may not be just okay, but it may be quite good.

I thought he was going to scam me by saying things like "sheep" or something, but it didn't seem to be the case.

Well, if he can cheat there, he has to admit it.

-You're carrying an interesting knife, aren't you?

Originally, people of high status value formality and vanity.

This seems to be especially true in the East, and Japan is no exception, so there were still two weeks left until the negotiations could begin.

I wonder if there is any place called Shimoda that is not far from here.

It turns out these crazy guys had set a three-month deadline for negotiations.

Anyway, if I had to summarize those two weeks in one word, it would be tourism.

Today was, so to speak, a market tour.

Naturally, he was treated as a VIP, and it is said that he was able to go to the market with several samurai and even an interpreter.

-Oh, you mean this knife?

One of them asked if Liston's size and odd-looking sword had sparked curiosity or a sense of aggression, and Liston, never one to hold back, simply pulled out his sword and showed it to them.

In the past, it would have been covered in human blood, flesh, and fat, but now it was not only cleaned well, but oiled to reveal a smooth blade.

-Huh… … That’s a great sword.

Perhaps because he was a man who handled knives, he seemed to know at a glance that it was something out of the ordinary.

It was actually a great sword, so Liston was a bit excited.

Oh, how do you know it's great?

It should be noted that the sword, unable to withstand the force with which Liston swung it, had already broken.

In other words, the sword that survived is a good sword.

-But… …hmm. This isn't a knife for killing, is it?

Liston was quite surprised by the samurai's words.

Everyone only knew him as a butcher's knife, so when he suddenly said something like that, I couldn't help but feel that way.

What about me… … .

I knew very well why.

It wasn't just Joseon or Qing that were in chaos during this period, was it?

Japan was no joke either.

In particular, public sentiment will be uneasy due to the Morrison incident that occurred a few years ago and the Great Famine.

-How do you use the knife?

At the words of the samurai, who was obviously using a swordsmanship specialized in killing people, Liston said, "Hmm," and after asking for a moment's understanding, he chopped down the tree that had been planted at the entrance to the market.

It was not just cut down, but it was split in one go, and then the tree was left to float for a while before being torn to pieces in an instant.

The samurai knelt before it because it was literally a miracle.

I was asking for some guidance, but unfortunately it seemed a bit difficult.

Because the key to Liston's move was not skill, but strength.

No matter how I looked at it, with the samurai's weak physique… well, I thought it might be difficult.

-Tea, tea? Yes, yes. Here. Here it is.

Anyway, who would dare to cheat those thugs who cut down such a huge tree?

“Yeah, what else is there?”

“First of all, you shouldn’t sit like that.”

“You have to give me a chair so I can sit properly… What on earth is this?”

As I was thinking about that, the Count, who was inhaling matcha, asked a question.

He was sitting in a posture that made him look like a thug.

So I decided to tell you properly.

“This is how the nobles of Joseon sat.”

“Ugh…….”

“Is this how you train on a regular basis…!”

First of all, it was a double leg, but it didn't look easy.

It was a natural thing.

How can someone who has been accustomed to sitting in a chair all his life suddenly sit like this?

Liston, having long since mastered the concepts of Eastern discipline and training, had developed a tendency to enjoy difficult things, but the Count, in his opinion, tended to regard unreasonable pain as useless.

“This is how Japanese people sit.”

“Hmm… Is this a little easier?”

“I don’t think I can sit here for too long. Besides… isn’t it too humiliating?”

Kneeling was physically easier in comparison.

But as Liston said, kneeling for a long time naturally puts a strain on the joints.

Above all, it was a humiliating posture, as he said.

“Why on earth are you sitting like this?”

“I don’t know the reason, but… everyone sits like this.”

“Well… it’s not easy.”

“If it were a proper meeting, we could set up a separate meeting, but this is… a meeting with the Shogun, so it won’t be easy.”

“Is the shogun the king?”

“That is… strictly speaking, he is not a king.”

I relaxed their postures again and continued speaking.

The purpose was to inform people about Japan's unique system of governance.

It didn't take that long.

I said that because I don't know that well.

There is a concept called the Tenno, or Emperor of Japan, but he is merely a formal entity, but the backlash would be too great to treat him as such, so it is almost always said that he is the president of the pants and that the Shogun rules in reality.

I ignored the question of why it happened because it seemed too rude to someone I didn't know well.

“I see… I’m glad I came with you.”

“As expected, he’s a cripple. He’s amazing.”

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if they were calling me a retard for chewing that, but fortunately, it didn't seem to be the case.

I didn't say that because there was no specific basis for it, I just thought…

I decided to believe that.

Anyway, as soon as the short lecture was over, it was free time.

Even if we called it freedom, it was more like freedom in a cage, with samurai camped outside the inn where we were staying, and there were people we had to eat dinner with.

"Why are you being so cautious? I heard it wasn't like this in Cheongdo."

At the Count's words, I barely managed to suppress my thoughts, 'Isn't it because the Opium War broke out and the country was completely destroyed?'

Besides, I had a rough idea of what was happening during this period.

Didn't Korea and Japan also suffer greatly from repeated famines at this time?

Let's keep in mind that the Meiji Restoration was a revolution that shook the foundations of society, and that something like that couldn't happen so easily.

At this time, the Japanese people must have thought that it would be the same whether they died this way or that way.

“Perhaps… the public sentiment outside the city will be very bad due to the great famine.”

“Ah… famine? It didn’t look like there was anything to eat.”

"This is the capital, and it's the city center. But it's no joke outside."

“Huh… How did you know that?”

I found out after you told me.

The Great Famine is not a custom, but an event that is happening now.

I briefly worried, 'How can I overcome this crisis…?', but soon my mind became at peace.

‘You can just joke around… … .’

It's not like it's the first or second time, so there's no need to feel bad now, right?