I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 3. candle

The object of candles has, in fact, been mentioned frequently since the days of ancient Rome.

Therefore, although it is an ancient time that will be 3,000 years away from the 21st century, there is no guarantee that candles will never exist.

By the way… Similarly, computers have been around since World War II. Lighters were also developed before matches, and the imagination of computers was already sketched in the 19th century.

What do you mean…

“What are you making?”

“I made it because he said he had poor eyesight when he was fixing his clothes.”

“The one you burned all night last time? The smell is nice, but the oil is a waste…”

There is no way for slaves like us to know and use such precious things.

Oh, where in the world should I be? But living in the 21st century, why not park the space shuttle at home and eat molecular food every meal?

“Yes, Mr. Andreas asked for it…”

When I borrowed the elder’s name, my mother willingly, though not willingly, stepped aside. As I waited for a seat, Uncle Phillipos approached with a grumble.

“Ha… Damn it, it’s finally here…”

“mister! You just arrived! Please move the barrel of oil and salt over here!”

“To make things work for you as soon as you arrive. I, won, not a slave.”

“…are we slaves?”

“I am not your slave. I am my wife’s slave.”

Saying so, Philippous spat on the floor and rubbed it with his feet.

“No matter how funny an adult looks, then you can’t use it. huh? I’m at your house, so I won’t mess with you. Even if you make fun of your snout a little bit…”

“My lady said that the total amount of coins she received from the elders was small no matter how you look at it, and she was curious about the whereabouts of the rest of the money.”

“…it’s not right for adults to use violence against children. You will understand when you become an adult.”

Philip moved the oil near the fire while tossing things that he thought were the most self-respecting.

“…Are you that afraid of the lady?”

“that···”

Philippus flinched at those words, looked at me with fierce eyes, and said,

“Everyone is a slave to the one he loves.”

. . . Unexpectedly, he was a human with a cute side. He pretended to be shy after talking and stroked his beard.

“Anyways good. I was just about to boil the water…”

“What is this doing?”

“You have to boil the water and then salt it. And we will throw oil on it.”

“···why?”

“I know when I see it.”

I didn’t bother attaching any additional explanation, so I showed it in action.

“salt.”

“At least if you don’t talk briefly…”

“salt.”

“…”

After pouring in the salt, pour in the yang oil brought by Philip as well. As it is slowly boiled over low heat, white lumps rise to the top.

“ladle.”

When I held out my hand, Philip brought out a ladle, as expected, muttering something.

I skimmed off the oil that floated to the top, washed the old oil drum, put it in it, and threw away the rest of the waste.

“Salt again.”

“ladle.”

“salt.”

“ladle.”

And repeat two or three times.

Even as he poured out his complaints, Philip was inwardly surprised.

Alas, of course. Because in this era, there is no concept of [salting stone] yet.

I turned my head for a moment and looked at Uncle Phillips.

“This is what it means to [become clean].”

“I know who is stupid. I know…”

“Anyway, ladle again.”

“This isn’t dog training…”

“hand.”

“why?”

“Oh, good job.”

“…”

After staying still for a while, I enjoyed watching Philippos, who understood my words, glowing, and the oil floating on top of the boiling water turned pure white before I knew it.

If you remove impurities and leave only pure oil like this, soot will be less and the nasty smell will go away when burning.

After all the hard work in front of the fire, only the oil turned white, Philip was sitting down and resting before he knew it.

“Why are you sitting?”

“Uh… why? Isn’t it over?”

“I haven’t even finished half of my high school years…”

– Knocked up.

“madam? mister? I’m here!”

“… Brother Theo?”

“What are you doing there? Philippos? The uncle is…”

Added labor force.

“Now, this rush will be the wick.”

Before I knew it, my older brother Theo was also squatting next to Uncle Phillips, listening to my story.

“Put it in and take it out of that oil barrel dozens of times. end of description. Are there any questions?”

Theo raises his hand and asks a question.

“Why should I…?”

“Because that is destiny.”

I crossed my arms and said. No, this is not the case in this day and age.

“lets think. I’m about to start the hardest job when my brother comes home. My parents who my brother came to see are not there, and I am instead. Maybe I should wait at my house, but isn’t that the will of the gods to help out at least a hand?”

“…Rather than that, didn’t you just match the time for me to come? Even my parents kicked me out of the house.”’

answer. sharp as well

Theo, a young man in his 20s whom I often run into because of the overlapping fields of grazing sheep.

I am several years younger than I was in my previous life. He was quite handsome, and even though the village girls were eyeing him, he did not get married until he was a late age by the standards of this era.

A person who is good at hanging out in our house like now.

Anyway, after lightly ignoring Theo’s words, I held out a rush to him.

“Oil hardens. Let’s start right now.”

“… haaa.”

“You know that doesn’t make sense. just do it.”

“Why are you listening to him again?”

“…”

The old man looks at me silently. I solemnly nodded and promised silence.

Of course, the statute of limitations is until you listen carefully to my words. Uncle Phillipos’s hand begins to move vigorously.

Oil is applied to the rushes that act as a wick, and it hardens. Oil is applied on top of it again, and it is hardened, and it is buried again, and then it is hardened…

Layer by layer, the oil film is piled up and thick, and the candle is finished.

Even if the amount that has been released now is about 10, it seems that there will be quite a bit left even if I use it at my house and poke it as a ‘sign of sincerity’ to the elderly.

“Mister, you brought oil, so take three. Take two of them too.”

If you do this, the uncle will smile knowing that his labor and sacrifice have been taken into consideration. Slashing the value at a low price and speaking patronizingly. This is the secret to exploiting labor through profiteering. I know if you suffer.

Anyway, when the work was finished to some extent, my brother tore up the remaining pieces and tossed them to me and Mr. Phillips while snacking on a loaf of bread he had brought from home.

“I am eating this. Ha, my leg hurts. wait. I’ll feed the pigeons outside and come back.”

My brother took the pigeons one by one from the basket he had left outside our house. Thoughtfully, fixing injured birds is my brother’s hobby. It deserves to be popular with the village girls.

Examine the bandage tied to the left leg or right wing and bite off a piece of bread.

I wrapped a bandage on the leg of the pigeon, which seemed to have the wings and leg bones attached, and lifted it with both hands and sent it flying away.

After accepting the bread, I sat down next to Theo. Theo watched the birds fly by for a long time, while I… opened my mouth wide and bit into my share of bread.

Once you wake up, it’s hard.

‘This is… I miss the old days.’

When I was reincarnated in the West, and when I realized that I was born as a child of a shepherd, I honestly had expectations.

I hoped for a life like the cute children’s literature, eating gingerbread, toast, and apricot jam, which I saw in the World Literature Books when I was young…

The problem is that this is an ancient era where the level of civilization is pitiful.

Even the Bronze Age had recently ended.

It is natural that white bread is as precious as white rice was precious during the Joseon Dynasty, and there is not even a fluffy loaf bread. Bread fermented with yeast is also a valuable time.

As a result, the bread I eat now has a rough texture because barley is mixed in and wheat is not properly refined, so it feels like ‘nan’. That’s what you get when you go to an Indian restaurant.

The uncle squeezes it casually next to me and passes through the tough bread just like the tough sheep’s milk cheese, but I thought of the time before my reincarnation, so I broke it a few times.

Even the sausage bread I used to buy at the bakery in front of my house is now a rare commodity that even kings and nobles can hardly eat here.

When I think of that, I’m about to shed some tears again. The uncle seems to be watching what I’m doing.

In the 21st century, a person who has lived on eating meat soup in Ipop has suddenly flown into a world where there are only multigrain bread and oat porridge, so how can he have no regrets at all?

‘no. What am I thinking?’

remember You are the one who was blocked from getting a job and ended up walking down the road of ruin promised to humanities students, starting a business.

It means that he is a guy who doesn’t even have the answer to step on the root of a broken life in a standard and steady way.

Even here, it is very, very ancient, without Plato or Aristotle.

Obviously, the landscape is Greek, but seeing that the Greek alphabet is not used and hieroglyphs are used, wouldn’t it take 500 to 1,000 years for the philosophers I know to be born?

The saying that you have to go to ancient Greece to get a job in the Department of Philosophy does not apply here. If it had been Trip, not reincarnation, I would have been an unemployed surplus human being here as well.

Compared to that, what I enjoy now is the pleasant Isekai country life. Let’s feel grateful for a happy, leisurely, and affluent life. The multigrain bread I eat is a well-being food… The body becomes healthy…

“Ah… it tastes like bread once.”

“what?”

“Nothing. ···I really enjoyed the meal.”

Anyway, the two of us filled our stomachs and passed the time watching the mother and father, who had been vacant earlier, herd the sheep from afar outside the window. The older brother who sent the pigeons back also returned and finished the meal together.

In the meantime, Uncle Phillips spoke quietly.

“Did you hear? That fool next door to you ate poisonous mushrooms…”

“Did you fall down?”

Rumors seem to have spread all over town. The house next door will also rot a lot.

“okay. That slightly lacking guy, how many times have you not saved me? this time···.”

“That’s just like swallowing a poisonous mushroom and making them spit it out, and if you’ve already eaten it, what can you do? Warm up your body and rest well. Then, when you feel better, treat me with a prick.”

“That house isn’t even good enough… It would take a lot of money to take me to the Temple of Asclepius.”

‘What are you going to do by taking me to the temple? In a history book I read before, I heard that the temple secretly abandoned patients who did not get well.’

It’s a sad way of thinking.

I know it’s causing a stir in the house when my son eats strange things and plays around, but it’s better to just let him rest at home than spend a lot of money to take him to the temple.

Thinking so, I shake my head.

“That’s Okay. Stop talking about poor people and keep eating bread.”

When the story seemed to be getting long and pathetic, I took a piece of bread from Theo’s basket and bit it into my mouth. As the uncle chuckles, Theo looks at me quietly and sighs.

“When are you going to grow up?”

“I’m still seven years old? wah wah. Brother, I am a baby.”

“I said something stupid. I’m sorry.”

I brought the water that had been floating next to me, and only then did Mr. Phillips gasp for breath.

“Anyway, today’s work is over. Everyone did a good job.”

“…’Today’?”

“mister.”

I got up from my seat and bowed my head to Uncle Philip.

“In the future, please take good care of me.”