Chapter 196: Missionaries, Merchants, Age of Exploration (7)
After passing on the great imperialist lesson of "conquer and pay it back" to the Maasai Confederation, I went to meet Ulfric, who was overseeing the development of the trade route to Soros City.
Ulfric, like a proper United Kingdom man, was eating a sandwich with fresh cucumbers and bread.
"Baron Rothschild, welcome."
He handed the sandwich he was holding to his subordinate and quickly wiped his mouth.
If I had set a time to meet, it would have been different, but since I didn’t, and suddenly showed up without warning...
‘He was probably eating that horrendous cucumber sandwich because he was busy.’
Of course, the thought of putting cucumber in a sandwich is blasphemous, but...
As long as a person doesn’t directly or indirectly harm others, they can be forgiven for anything they do.
Yes, he could eat a cucumber sandwich.
However, I would never agree to have a meal with him at my house, no matter what.
Cucumber sandwiches or sardine pies are as harmful as a rotten religion.
"Finish eating what you were having. I can’t interrupt someone else’s meal just because you didn’t give me a heads-up."