Survival Records Of 3650 Days In The Otherworld Chapter 152 - Corn, the miracle crop (2)

Jackson continued on with his merciless trials. Criminals begged for mercy, but they went unheeded. He continued so that everyone who watched would understand what the consequences would be if they committed a crime. Some of the criminals were so terrified that they even died of heart attacks.

‘It’s very effective.’

The crowds loved executions. They cheered at the deaths of others and enjoyed watching criminals executed. Joonb.u.m didn’t like the sight as it was too savage. It was especially worse when compared to the Ainos. Joonb.u.m still couldn’t accept such savagery as he was from a modern world where high education and ethics were commonplace.

“10 WHIPS!”

“NO! PLEASE, I BEG YOU!”

Criminals began crying and begging, but there was no mercy. All criminals were served what they deserved as the rules stated.

“THIS IS OUR LAW!”

Jackson stood up and roared as he finished all the trials. The crowd watched him in silence as Jackson’s voice spread like a lion’s roar. The voice was so loud that some were even shocked and fell to the ground.

“This land is ruled by Sir Joonb.u.m Khalodian, the son of Count Brant Khalodian! He has allowed you to live in the land of the Ainos out of courtesy, but if you forget his grace, there will be no place for you to live in this land! No one, including n.o.bles, will be pardoned for committing crimes! DO NOT FORGET THIS!”

Jackson came down from the stage after his speech. As he walked, people watched him and found a fully armored man on a dark blue Galim in the distance. The man was surrounded by six enormous wolves. Everyone knew who it was. Jackson bowed to him and all the villagers kneeled as if they were paying respect to the Lord Count himself.

Joonb.u.m grinned inside his helmet.

‘So that’s why he wanted to install speakers.’

Jackson was a smart man.

“Shall we go make money, then?”

“Oh.”

Jackson adjusted his gla.s.ses and smiled. He seemed proud of what he had done just now.

“How many are waiting?”

“There are three,” Jackson answered.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you had such a thing? Think of all the money… Ugh. Anyways, I think the lowest we should sell it for is two thousand gold.”

“Are you sure?”

Joonb.u.m hesitated, but Jackson wasn’t surprised.

“You’ve never tried it, have you, sir?”

“Me? N-no…”

Joonb.u.m shook his head. He had sungla.s.ses once upon a time, but it did not suit him. He always had good vision.

“Everyone will buy one once they try it out. You don’t know how terrible it is to have bad vision. These people live in pain since they can’t see what they used to. They don’t care about how much it costs. The same goes for the hearing aid too.”

The goods that they decided to sell were gla.s.ses and hearing aids. A lot of n.o.bles had problems with their sight and hearing. It was like G.o.d’s gift to them. Older n.o.bles whose sight got worse as they got older would not hesitate to spend a fortune to have their vision back.

‘I knew this would work.’

Joonb.u.m smiled as he remembered preparing those items in case he had the chance to sell them in the other world.

“Where are you going, sir?”

“They are going to give me a Gerekstal, so I’m going to the barn.”

Joonb.u.m looked excited. Jackson looked at him from top to bottom.

‘Ah, so that’s why…’

Joonb.u.m was armored as if he was going out to the battlefield. He was like a knight from a fairytale when he rode on the giant Galim. The women of the village were in love with him. They did not forget to get a glimpse of him as he rode past. Children to older women alike were all eager to share their l.u.s.t over Joonb.u.m.

-I would run away instantly if he would take me with him!-

-You tend to your kids! I think he eyed me yesterday.-

-You’re making things up. But he’s so amazing…-

-Ugh, these perverted women. Go home to your husbands. You’re not worthy of him.-

The women never got tired of talking about the knight. It was the same with the kids. They made up a play that starred Joonb.u.m as a hero of the refugees and the protector of people.

Jackson shook his head.

“Want to go together?”

“Are you sure?” Jackson asked as he thought about the Magnos. They were not really fond of strangers. Since Jackson was one of those people who did not like the Magnos joining the village, he, in turn, wasn’t really welcome. Jackson hated these people because they didn’t seem to know how to be thankful. It wasn’t a part of their nature. They were a proud race that liked to keep their traditions and always clashed with Jackson who wanted to solve things in a realistic manner.

Joonb.u.m also did not welcome all of their ways, but he tried to understand the difference.

“Haha, it’s interesting.”

‘Why…’

“No, nothing. I just thought it was interesting to see you have a hard time with someone.”

Jackson nodded, his face flushed.