The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 46



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The soldier shouted save (46)

‘Cheonhwajeom’, which dominates Red Hare, where first-class blacksmiths gather.

He looked through the items again after hearing that the warrior was the owner of this store.

Located near the entrance on the second floor is a wooden doll equipped with all weapons from head to toe.

In fact, many people who entered the second floor were attracted to the flashy appearance rather than the equipment’s performance, and many looked for the equipment worn by the wooden doll.

“I want to see the sword.”

I raised my hand to see the sword stored in the transparent glass display case, and an employee quickly approached me and took the sword out for me.

“That’s great. Did you pay special attention to the holding part?”

A grip that feels like it’s being sucked in.

The employee begins to explain with a smile on his face at my seemingly positive response.

“You saw it exactly. The handle is made of high-friction Ikdragon leather to prevent the sword from slipping out, and if you look at the blade, you can see that it is harder than other swords because Ice Rico oil was used during the tempering. Also, if you look at the blade… .”

He nodded his head, pretending to be calm, but he was quite surprised.

It’s amazing that an employee who doesn’t even seem to know anything about swords, let alone the blacksmith who made the sword, can give such a professional explanation.

Naturally, I wanted to hear explanations of other equipment as well.

“I’d like to see the leather clothes over there too.”

“Excuse me. I’ll just check your clothing measurements in a moment.”

An employee who had skillfully checked the dimensions with a tape measure headed to the storage room inside. It seemed like he would take out new items instead of those on display.

I asked Hye-rin, who was looking at her equipment with a serious face.

“They all look great to me, so where is the fraud?”

The price, the quality of the product, and even the insight into what the user wants.

The craftsmen’s wares were excellent, but to be honest, they were nothing compared to this place.

A truly perfect store where you can even get professional explanations from the staff.

Hye-rin lets out a hollow laugh as if she knows what I mean.

“From the customer’s point of view, it is not a scam. When the blacksmiths say they were scammed, it is because of their own feelings.”

“… Are you saying that the blacksmiths’ goods were unfairly taken?”

“No, that’s not it. They just felt empty. There were weapons piled up here that were better than the sword they had made in three days and nights. They felt cheated because they thought that no one could make a better weapon than they, a first-class blacksmith, so they thought there must be something wrong with it.”

Hye-rin was right.

Just looking at the items on display, the quality and quantity were such that more than 100 first-class blacksmiths would have to be hiding in Cheonhwajeom to handle them.

Just like the blacksmith, it’s a situation that is impossible for me to understand with my common sense.

“Do you know how this is possible?”

“Of course, the boss here is Yongsa…”

The moment Hye-rin, with a confident expression, was about to answer something, someone suddenly came out and intervened between Hye-rin and her.

“Since we are from the same hometown, let’s keep some trade secrets, shall we?”

As I turned my gaze, I saw a man wearing a blue suit that I had never seen before.

Age: late 30s.

‘He doesn’t look like a blacksmith, nor does he look like he has much combat experience.’

Just as Hye-rin realized that the boss was a warrior as soon as she saw ‘Cheonhwajeom’, the man also seemed to quickly realize that Hye-rin was a warrior based on her aura and a few words.

‘Are you part of the palace?’

Should I go back before Hye-rin is found out to be a warrior?

If you revert to a save, it’s somewhere out of reach of men’s eyes.

As I was thinking and being on guard, the man looked at me and Hye-rin alternately and said with a smile.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything that would harm wealthy customers.”

“How do you know we have a lot of money?”

“A person who comes to the store for the first time will look at the items with a light heart. With that light heart, if they are looking at the items on the second floor worth an average of 120 gold coins, wouldn’t that mean they have at least 300 gold coins?”

Although he neither confirmed nor denied what he said, the man was already smiling as if his words were certain.

When dealing with a long-tongued merchant, the answer is to keep your mouth shut.

As we remained silent, the man raised his hand, quirking an eyebrow as if he was puzzled.

“Take good care of the two guests here. If they wish, I can guide them to the fourth or fifth floor.”

As the man leaves, the employee who had been waiting runs out of breath and follows us.

“If you need anything, let me know….”

“What’s on the 4th and 5th floors?”

I interrupted him and asked, but the employee still had a smiling face and answered clearly.

“This is a place that only VIPs can visit. The 4th floor sells items worth over 2,000 gold coins, and the 5th floor sells rare items that are rare on the continent.”

I burst out laughing because I was so dumbfounded by the employee’s words.

The man’s intention in inviting me as a guest of honor was that he had figured out that I had over two thousand gold coins.

“What is the name of the owner of Cheonhwajeom?”

“This is Park Won-cheol.”

The man was using the warrior’s real name, not a pseudonym.

If there is no need to hide the name, then the meaning is one.

‘… Park Won-cheol, a warrior belonging to the Imperial Palace.’

Fortunately, Park Won-cheol only knew that Hye-rin was from another world, and he didn’t know if she belonged to the palace or not.

‘It didn’t really feel like they were trying to find out where Hye-rin belonged.’

There was only one thing that Park Won-cheol was wary of.

Not having your secrets exposed.

“Thank you! Have a nice day!”

After following the employee to the 4th floor and buying a sword I liked, Hye-rin looks at me and asks as I leave Cheonhwajeom.

“Aren’t you spending too much money? That sword is worth two thousand gold coins.”

Two thousand gold coins is enough to buy a fairly large house.

A transaction that required even the guild members of the Merchants’ Union to rush to Cheonhwajeom and write up a contract.

Normally, it would have been something I would have thought about for over a week before buying, but while staying at Walker, it developed a fatal flaw.

“I checked with the Merchant Union Guild members, and they said that even if I bought this, I still had over 40,000 gold coins left.”

“…yes?”

“They said that 10,000 gold coins of that amount are yours.”

The amount of money I received for saving Walker was so much that it was hard to believe.

The amount Marie Walker paid was 30,000 gold coins to me and 10,000 gold coins to Hye-rin.

“… Don’t we have more money than the nobles?”

“It would certainly be more than the lords with small fiefdoms.”

Enough money to build Walker’s mansion and have some left over.

Having so much money that I had lost all sense of money, a sword worth two thousand gold coins, the price of a house, seemed cheap.

“There’s no problem with the quality, right?”

At my words, Hye-rin looked around and whispered softly.

“It will be much better than what the blacksmiths made. It will be made with ‘special privileges’.”

The special privilege that Park Won-cheol had whispered to Hye-rin was ‘item creation.’

An absurd perk that allows you to create a finished product in just one minute by touching the letters in the air with all the tools and materials.

“I guess your occupation would be a blacksmith. Even though you’ve never really struck a hammer before.”

Not only is the equipment completed in just one minute, it is said to be manufactured perfectly without even the slightest error.

“From the blacksmiths’ point of view, it was a fraud.”

It’s unfortunate, but to be honest, it has nothing to do with me.

To be more precise, I wanted to swing a new sword as soon as possible, more than I wanted to understand the blacksmiths’ minds.

“Sir, I heard that people who buy weapons at Cheonhwajeom can use the Cheonhwa training grounds?”

At Hye-rin’s words, he quickly turns around and heads to the training ground.

-Ching! Ching!

The gentle sound of swords clashing.

I thought there wouldn’t be any seats because there were so many people at the entrance, but the inside was completely empty.

“Hey, can I just come in?”

“Ah, yes yes… You can go in, but… .”

I waited for the hesitant manager’s answer, but he didn’t say anything as if it was difficult to speak.

‘It’s obvious in this case.’

The prejudice of the powerful.

I walked past the fidgety manager and headed to the training grounds.

What you see before your eyes is a wooden doll with a regenerative magic.

As I was about to test my sword in front of that place, several men came towards me.

“Hey! Isn’t that a reserved seat?”

Men who appear to be of noble birth, wearing luxurious blue leather suits.

-Whoosh!

He cuts down a wooden doll with one stroke of a sword and shows the wooden stick to the men.

“Stop being such a jerk and get out.”

Men’s eyes move easily at my tone of speech.

From a wooden plaque symbolizing Walker’s agent to a famous sword worth as much as a house.

The men bow their heads deeply, as if they thought something was wrong.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s noisy, so don’t disturb my training.”

As the men bowed excessively and backed away at my words, Hye-rin let out a hollow laugh as if she found it ridiculous and said.

“But, is Agent Walker higher than those people?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know what family they are from.”

“…yes?”

“Until the identity is clearly revealed, I just go with the flow. If I’m not sure, it’s Gerard’s way of saying I’ll just bow my head.”

“…Wow, the world is worse than Korea.”

As if it was okay, I sat down on the wooden frame and started testing the sword in earnest.

-Whew! Whoosh!

Slash upwards after a diagonal downward slash.

Penetrating the face like a dot.

He lowers himself straight down to his toes and splits the wooden doll vertically.

-Clap clap clap clap clap.

Applause from the audience.

When the surroundings became quite noisy, someone came toward me with powerful footsteps.

“I am Lucas Vermouth of the Heavenly Sword. May I ask your name?”

The onlookers start to stir as the long-haired man reveals his name.

‘If it’s Vermouth, is it the Black Star family?’

I saw through the man’s identity and accepted the handshake without a second thought, saying:

“I’m Allen, Walker’s agent.”

“…Is it okay if I ask which family you belong to?”

“As a wandering prosecutor, I have no family to name.”

Some men frown at my words.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that they were men who had bent their backs at a 90-degree angle toward me.

‘I guess he was a more precious child than I thought.’

They bowed their heads after seeing the wooden plaque made from the bark of the World Tree, so they have no reason to blame me.

Lucas Vermouth stared at me, smiled brightly, and picked up his sword.

“Can I request a duel?”

I’ve seen the word “fierce battle” a lot in the Room of Destiny.

A type of duel where wandering inspectors test their skills.

As I recalled the rules of the fierce battle I had read in the post, someone among the onlookers approached me urgently.

“Ha, don’t do that.”

A blacksmith with a stocky physique despite his short stature.

“What are you meddling in?!”

“Get out, you sledgehammer!”

The blacksmith, who was trying to say something to me, had no choice but to leave me and step back due to the jeers of the audience.

‘It seems to be different from the fierce battle I investigated.’

Lucas’s proposed duel felt a bit odd, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to experience one life-changing experience.

Ask Lucas about the rules.

“What about the weapon?”

“Let’s do it with real swords. How about 12 battles?”

“Reduce it to 8 battles.”

“Okay. Let’s say the one who sheds blood loses.”

The 8-battle is a battle where each player swings their swords only 8 times to determine the winner.

“Henry, would you please judge?”

“Yes, yes! Guild Master.”

The man who had been bowing his head to me quickly runs over and stands between me and Lucas.

“What are you going to do about the preemptive strike…?”

“I’ll go first.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The surroundings become quiet as Lucas assumes an unusual defensive stance with his sword lying horizontally.

“True Sword, 8-Way Battle, the first person to shed blood is defeated. Let the battle begin!”

At the end of the man’s declaration, he kicked the floor.

-widely!

Defenders cannot attack until the first strike.

He leisurely approached Lucas’ eyes, twisted his waist back to its limit, and swung his sword like a whip.

-Ting!

Lucas opens his mouth wide in surprise.

He smiles and swings his sword.

-Knock knock knock!

A four-hit combo that strikes in the blink of an eye.

As I swung my sword towards his arms and thighs, he took a stabbing stance.

-Whoosh! Whoosh!

A two-hit combo to finish me off while my posture was messed up.

‘What a foul-tempered man.’

As if to emphasize that this was a practice match, he pretended not to aim for my weak spot, but then suddenly he pointed his sword at my face.

-Whoosh

He dodges the sword that comes right up to his nose by turning his body to the side, and swings his sword in a large motion.

Lucas exclaims in admiration as he sees me standing in the distance.

“Someone else was limping around here, but you really are fearless.”

A leisurely voice.

The bastard’s skills have been determined to some extent.

He carefully extends his sword again.

-Whoosh!

once.

-Whoosh!

Twice.

He wasted 6 out of 8 chances.

Lucas only has two chances to swing his sword.

-Whoosh, hoosh!

So, even if it’s slow, be strong and powerful.

I clash swords with him and hope for the end.

“hmm….”

Instead of blocking the sword, the guy clicks his tongue with a blank expression.

‘Coming.’

-Whoosh!

A speedy swordsmanship that is incomparable to anything seen before.

I duck my upper body in an instant to dodge, and the bastard swings his last eight strikes.

“… Hehe.”

A maddening expression that can only be seen when you’re physically grappling with the guy.

‘You crazy bastard, you tried to kill me under the pretext of a fierce battle.’

Without avoiding the tip of the sword heading towards the heart, he forcefully pushes the sword that had been pulled back.

“…uh?”

A solid line drawn on the bastard’s cheek.

As Lucas wiped his cheek with a bewildered look on his face, blood appeared on the back of his hand.