Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 494

Episode 494: The Great Famine [4]

“I… that… Mr. Tiepyeon.”

As I was doing that, the interpreter approached me cautiously.

I was just about to get up, so I stood up.

“Hee, heek.”

At the same time, not only the interpreter, but also the other samurai, and even the man who appeared to be the leader of the shogunate samurai, took a few steps back.

what…….

It's what I expected.

Wouldn't you be afraid of someone who saved someone's life from a heart attack with sorcery?

He opened his mouth with a satisfied smile.

“Why did you call?”

“That, that!”

The interpreter looked very embarrassed.

I was a little puzzled.

What am I… … .

I have never formally studied Japanese history.

However, when I was in college, I read a lot of comics that far surpassed the number of books I could read, and since most of them were Japanese, there were quite a few Japanese historical dramas among them.

'Looking at that, it seems like the Japanese at that time were almost… … their heads were subdued by their coolness… … ?'

In the first place, isn't seppuku not something that anyone in their right mind would attempt?

In no culture in the world does the custom of cutting open one's own stomach and taking out one's intestines exist.

No, that won't happen.

Before I saw 19th-century London, I would have been convinced, but now that I realize that there may be realities in the world that surpass imagination, my mind has become much more open.

Yes, I think that somewhere, there might be one or two people who are committing the absurd act of seppuku.

'But why are these kids so… scared?'

Of course, Liston and I showed considerable skill.

The guy I shot earlier had a bullet lodged right between his eyebrows, which is shocking even when I look at him again.

There's nothing to say about Liston.

Wasn't it Liston who created this pool of blood?

but…….

The samurai in the comics were even worse than this.

Bicheon X Geomryu kills three people in one room… … .

“Why did you call me?”

“Ah, ah.”

Anyway, I was frustrated because I kept asking why he called me and he couldn't answer.

As if reading my mood, the samurai leader hit the interpreter on the head and said something in Japanese.

Among them, the only word I could understand was "bakaya."

If you translate it into Korean, it would be something like 'You idiot.'

Wow… what a poor insult.

If it were our people, we would have been cursing so much that it would make our blood boil.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You suddenly got up, so I had to stop.”

Fortunately, the interpreter that had been broken in that room seemed to have been fixed.

“Well… First of all, I’m sorry. It’s something we have to protect, but right now, it’s really…”

“Ah… yes. Actually, we were guests of the shogunate, and we didn’t expect to be attacked like this.”

"ah."

At my words, the interpreter began to squeak again.

Actually, the apology just now was probably just a polite remark, but since I took it in stride, it was only natural.

Japanese people don't often have conversations like this, do they?

In fact, Koreans, on the whole, are not very direct, but in Japan, they are considered direct, so that says it all.

These guys think it's polite to go around and around and probe each other's minds while hiding what they really want to say.

‘If I were you, I would be devastated… but I’m not you, right?’

If this were Japan around 1905, even if I were a British nobleman, it would have been difficult to treat a government official so rudely.

It's not because Japan is so strong, but because it needs to be used immediately in the Russo-Japanese War.

Even then, our British fleet will be sold, right?

But Japan today has no reason to do that.

That's because it's just one of the medieval countries that spread all over the world.

"What? What? I almost died. Don't you know we're both duly ennobled nobles in Britain, and we're diplomats of the British Empire on official duty during this visit?"

Naturally, it was Liston who inherited my evil ways.

Perhaps he understood my intentions to some extent.

Because that's the kind of relationship we have.

Besides, Liston is nothing short of a specialist in this kind of mess.

“Huh? I know, I don’t know.”

He was already standing in front of the diplomat and asking him questions.

Although I wasn't poking his chest with my finger, the other person probably felt that way.

It was natural, since I had been having conversations like that my whole life.

“That’s… that’s right. That’s why I apologized….”

As the atmosphere became tense, the samurai leader once again engaged in a rough conversation with the interpreter.

Judging by the fact that the frequency of Bakayaro's calls had doubled compared to before, he seemed to be twice as angry.

I wish I could understand more, but I regret that my Japanese skills are not good enough to understand even the pronunciation that is slurred like that.

Well, it's ridiculous to expect more skill than what you have now just from traveling around Japan for three weeks.

"Well, I think we need to clarify the facts first. The two of you left the accommodation without permission…"

“Leaving without permission? Leaving without permission?”

Liston once again threw a fit at his opponent's words.

In fact, I am surprised that it is indeed an unauthorized departure.

“Yes, that… If you had informed us and taken action, this would not have happened….”

“I told you, I.”

"yes?"

“I told you I was going out.”

“No, I wasn’t there at that time…….”

“I told you so. And you saw the Taiping Jing over there, right?”

I have no idea what logic will lead the story, but I think we need to get things together first.

So I nodded vigorously.

A look of betrayal began to creep over the interpreter's face, but he decided to ignore it.

It wasn't that difficult in the 19th century, because one of the things you didn't want to see was not seeing things you didn't want to see.

My mind wasn't particularly uncomfortable.

"Surely you're trying to make the British Empire's nobility into liars? If you're going to insult me, you'd better make it clear."

Liston noticed my nod and then snapped at me.

In a way, being able to get angry without being particularly angry is like a talent.

In particular, the ability to make an opponent tremble is closer to true genius than talent.

The interpreter was trembling as he was confronted by a man so frighteningly large and angry, and the samurai behind him began to tremble as Liston brought his hand close to his sword.

That makes sense.

These guys have been on Liston's streets for a while now.

It might be different for an ordinary inspector, but Liston can cut down multiple people with a single stroke, so it's practically game over.

“Ah… that’s absolutely not true. I apologize again.”

Even the samurai commander must have been scared, because Bakayaro wasn't there even once in this small chat.

“I already feel insulted.”

“That… what should I do?”

“I heard there’s a culture called seppuku here.”

“Please… just that.”

Liston started talking about the hara-kiri that he had heard about, but then he suddenly changed direction.

He was smiling like a villain would.

“Then I guess I’ll have to repay you in some other way.”

“See… the answer?”

"Our country, Britain, is a nation of trade. As long as the comings and goings are clear, there will be no problems. This applies not only to our relationship, but also to any future treaties between Britain and Japan."

“Ah… yes. I’m listening.”

Liston continued, looking back at the interpreter and the samurai.

In fact, no one except the interpreter could understand what he was saying, but despite this, no one failed to listen.

Indeed, the power of violence that was too close was a great law.

Especially if the violence is at a level that cannot be resisted, then that says it all.

“First of all, I will say this.”

Liston said with a deliberately vulgar hand gesture.

“You know, if you’re a man.”

“Ah… yes. I understand. We already have that…”

“No, no. I prefer natural encounters.”

No, I don't think it's intentional, I think it's just sincerity.

I regret saying those words to Liston sometime ago.

I told them I was looking for a natural encounter, but they kept pushing in scary-looking 19th-century British people, saying they'd introduce me to someone, and I never dreamed they'd use it in that way.

-Brother, where have you been?

-Ah… …I came here feeling proud.

I say this over and over again, but this isn't just happening here.

It was the same on the African continent, in the Indian subcontinent, even in Sri Lanka, where I briefly visited, and in Qing.

And yet, I don't think I even got syphilis. I think it's not the power of the condom, but rather my immune system that's gone crazy.

The reason I say so is because… … .

I think it's because our count seems to be caught.

It's clear from the fact that they've been looking for mercury and arsenic for a while now.

I don't really want to do anything about it.

Even for me, syphilis is still too much.

“Huh? What on earth does that mean…?”

“I value the feelings that flow between men and women.”

"yes?"

The interpreter looked truly embarrassed at Liston's words.

It was probably because it was the first time he had heard something like this.

Well, I'm a 21st century person, so it actually feels natural to me, but to a 19th century person, it would be a strange thing to say, not only in Japan but also in England.

This is especially true for nobles.

Wasn't it common sense in Britain and Europe at the time that marriages were decided by the family or arranged by matchmakers, and that love was resolved through infidelity?

I don't think it would be any different just because it's Japan.

No, I don't think it would have been less, it would have been more.

“I want to see some common people or noblewomen, that’s what I’m saying.”

“No, this is.”

These are my words, not the interpreter's.

Why?

Japan may not have as strong a Confucian tendency as Joseon, but isn't it still part of the East?

I don't know about the common people, but trying to do something to a daughter from a noble family is practically a declaration of crime.

“Hmm… I see.”

I thought it wouldn't work, but the expressions on the interpreter and the samurai leader's faces changed a bit.

No matter how I look at it, it looks like he's saying, 'Wow, this guy really knows how to have fun.'

It seems I wasn't mistaken.

“Then there is a suitable place.”

“We will guide you.”

“Haha… It’s been a while.”

Everyone is sincere.

Even though I only picked out the words they were saying to each other that I could understand, rather than what they were saying to us, it was like this.

“Are you forcing it?”

“I don’t think you want that. Let’s just take him for a spin.”

“Two weeks is a long time.”

“It’s long. It’s the perfect time to love and part ways.”

Liston whispered to me as he watched me smile happily.

'Did you do well?'

I think I did well.

That's true, but… … .

No matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem to be the direction the Count wants.

Doesn't this just feel like… … being the leader of a gang of thieves… … ?