The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 47



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The soldier shouted save (47)

“It looks like it’s over, but can you put the sword away?”

The tip of his sword pierced through my clothes and stopped right in front of my heart.

“… Ah, sorry for being rude.”

The man with the mad face erased put away his sword with a refreshing smile.

“Henry, pass judgment.”

“8th Battle, winner. Allen, Walker’s agent!”

As the decision is made and you put your sword away and turn your back, a loud cheer is heard.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

“Hey, Sword Master! The wandering inspector defeated Sword Master’s son!”

Onlookers naturally make way for me as I head out of the training grounds.

At that moment, someone raised his voice among the crowd of commotion.

“Good work, Allen.”

A wound on the cheek that has already healed.

“It was a good experience.”

As I was about to turn my back after speaking nonchalantly, Lucas smiled brightly and handed me something.

“This is a challenge pass that allows you to visit the Heavenly Sword. Well then, let’s wait for the next time we can fight swords.”

A metal plate with a subtle blue color that stands out.

After leaving the training grounds with the pack in her arms, Hye-rin lets out a worried voice.

“Wow, sir. I was really surprised. I thought that guy was really going to stab me.”

“You really did stab me. I just dodged it.”

“… Yes? No, we weren’t just sparring?”

When I first crossed swords with him, the difference in skill was obvious.

If this had been a real fight, the skill gap would have probably resulted in my defeat within 5 hits.

“Still, you were confident you could win, right?”

It was a gamble that bordered on improvisation.

I used my regretful swordsmanship to drag him in.

I just reached out and nicked his cheek before he could stab me in the heart.

‘The son of the Black Sword…’

The guy who was smiling as if he was excited right before he stabbed my heart, instantly controlled his emotions and put away his sword when the outcome was decided.

A person who deserves to be called crazy, someone with whom there is nothing good to get involved.

I pushed the thought of him to the side of my mind.

“Let’s look for an inn.”

A sign with a large beer mug.

“How about here?”

A three-story inn that appears to be safe.

As I was looking around inside and about to step in, someone spoke to me.

“… I think you said you were a wandering inspector, do you take requests?”

A man who appears to be a blacksmith.

I hesitate for a moment at the voice asking for a request, then shake my head.

‘No need to waste time on small change.’

Thanks to Marie, Walker had enough money to build his mansion.

Since he’s not a true wandering swordsman who travels penniless and only trusts in his sword, he doesn’t need to take on unnecessary requests.

“I’m sorry….”

But just as I was about to reject the man’s words, something appeared in the corner of my vision.

[The Second Path of Destiny guides your growth.]

Familiar writing.

It was clearly the ‘message of fate’ that I had seen in the post.

‘… Is this man’s request a coincidence and an incident to learn excellent swordsmanship?’

Lucas’s splendid swordsmanship comes to mind even when you try to bury it.

I recalled his image of himself practicing his own swordsmanship, rather than following in the footsteps of his father, Geomseong, and my mouth opened naturally.

“Let me hear what the request is.”

The blacksmith smiled brightly at my words and said, beating his chest.

“I am the blacksmith Mason! Let’s go to our guild and explain the details!”

As I followed the blacksmith who was walking freely through the alleys, he looked familiar.

‘Was that the blacksmith who stopped the fierce battle with Lucas?’

Unlike other onlookers who were expecting a fierce fight, a man who saw Lucas’s other side and tried to stop the fierce fight.

The place where his steps stopped was the ‘Red Hands’ guild with a red hammer hanging as its sign.

“Come in.”

As I open the wooden door decorated with elaborate metal ornaments, the smell of iron wafts in.

Of course, there are equipment made of iron, and even iron statues made on a 1:1 scale.

As I go up to the second floor after passing the first floor which is like an exhibition hall, I hear a familiar voice.

“When the spirits of the world tree that covered the sky sowed the seeds! And gold sprouted! The evil warlock said this. … … Wait, what did he say?”

“Hey, don’t hesitate and tell me quickly!”

Galtarang is happily talking on the table, and the blacksmiths are absorbed in his story.

“Even gold cannot stop my black swamp, even you, the walker with the blue flash knight… Oh! There comes the blue flash knight!”

At Galtarang’s words, the blacksmiths looked at me and exclaimed, “Oh!”

A story that has been adapted quite a bit.

Hyelin, who was listening to Galtarang’s ‘Walker of the Golden Grass’ with me, raised her voice with a face full of disappointment.

“No, when did the Warlock say anything like that? Wasn’t everything he told us a lie?”

“What do you mean, lying to the greatest bard on the continent, Galtarang! Hmm, hmm. When telling great deeds by word of mouth, it is necessary to embellish the story a little to make it more vivid… .”

The blacksmiths looked at Galtarang with disappointment at his ambiguous words and actions.

Mason, the blacksmith who guided us, lightly taps the desk to get our attention.

“Stop chatting and focus! This is a crucial moment that will determine whether our blacksmiths will survive the Red Tide or not!”

At Mason’s shout, the blacksmiths lower their heads with dead faces.

Faces that feel desperate.

I crossed my arms with a puzzled look on my face.

‘Is there a need to show regret before the negotiation?’

Even if it is urgent and desperate, it is essential to show some composure until the cost of the request is determined.

Those who were merchants before becoming blacksmiths would know that.

As we sit down with Hye-rin, Mason asks in a gloomy voice.

“Do you know what kind of life our blacksmith lives?”

“I know you’re having a hard time because of Cheonhwajeom.”

Price, quality, quantity.

The blacksmiths who couldn’t win against Cheonhwajeom in anything.

Mason did not deny what I said and explained the whole story.

“… Park Won-cheol. That warrior fooled us all.”

Red Hare, which became famous for the confrontation between the Black Swordsman and the Wandering Swordsman, was recognized for its hammering skills and came to be called the City of Metal.

A sanctuary for hammers where blacksmiths can freely display their talents.

But from the day the warrior Park Won-cheol built ‘Cheonhwajeom’, the blacksmiths had to endure nightmares.

“At first, I thought he was a kind-hearted otherworlder. When he was busy, he would look after the store, fix broken stands, and even make the tools I needed and bring them to me. But when ‘Cheonseonggeom’ showed up one day with an unreasonable demand, he changed.”

‘Cheonseonggeom’ demanded a huge amount of supplies without providing proper compensation or time.

Whenever such unreasonable demands were made, the artisans belonging to the ‘Red Hands’ guild would band together and collectively stop producing goods.

Even if ‘Cheonseonggeom’ tried to request supplies from other craftsmen, it was impossible to receive supplies from anywhere because all the craftsmen were affiliated with ‘Red Hands’.

It is said that when Cheon Seong-geom, who had finally declared surrender to the allied blacksmiths, tried to negotiate by offering a proper reward, the warrior Park Won-cheol, who had been quiet, raised his voice.

“After overhearing Cheon Seong Geum’s demands, it took only an hour… Park Won Cheol is said to have created the five weapons Cheon Seong Geum requested in just that one hour.”

Even if you only focus on speed, it takes at least half a day to make a weapon.

However, because the production speed was fast and the quality was excellent, Park Won-cheol signed a contract with Cheon Seong-geom alone.

That too, as an unreasonable first condition, which the blacksmiths had united to reject.

“No matter what method was used, Park Won-cheol completed the supplies for the entire Cheon Seong-geom Guild. With the money from that transaction, he built that fancy store, and it continued for several years until it became what it is now.”

At Mason’s words, the craftsmen’s faces turned red and their hands shook in anger.

“Damn warrior. He doesn’t even know the favor of having been given a place in Red Hare!”

Blacksmiths gnashing their teeth while cursing Park Won-cheol.

I spoke my honest thoughts to the blacksmiths who still haven’t grasped the reality.

“Quality, price, customer service attitude. If you can’t surpass even one of these, shouldn’t you leave Red Hale?”

If you can’t beat Cheonhwajeom, leaving is your choice as a businessman.

But the blacksmiths gathered here were not simple merchants who made a living by looking at gold coins.

“I intend to prove once again why the blacksmiths of Red Tide are the best on the continent.”

Mason places a heavy bag of gold coins in front of me, as if he had prepared it in advance.

“Will you bring us metal worthy of the title of the best on the continent?”

At Mason’s words, he takes a quick look at the bag of gold coins.

About 500 gold coins, similar to the fine suggested by Walker.

He frowns and asks at the large sum of money that he cannot possibly think of as a normal request.

“The request is abstract. What does the best metal on the continent mean?”

“… I heard that Cheon Seong Geum opened the underground demon palace with permission from the palace. You just need to go to that demon palace and get some metal called ‘red metal’.”

The Archery Sword and the Heavenly Sword. With those two words, I understood why the commission fee was so high.

“I refuse.”

No matter how much the ‘Path of Destiny’ wanted the quest, I couldn’t accept the quest that was difficult to accomplish even with a save.

If the one who opened the magic palace was the ‘Cheonseonggeom’, then they would have prepared sufficient supplies and manpower.

“You are no different from Cheon Seong Geum, sending me to my death with the intention of grabbing at straws.”

After completing preparations for the archery, is it possible to compete with the Cheonseonggeom, which is at least several dozen strong, and bring back the ‘Red Metal’?

Even if by chance I happen to get my hands on the ‘Red Metal’ first, the Demon Palace is a place that no human eyes can reach.

I’ll try to steal the ‘Red Metal’ before I go up to the ground.

“600 gold coins! How about this?”

He laughs in vain at Mason’s words of raising the commission fee abruptly and asks for a third party’s opinion.

“Galtarang, do you think this is a reasonable compensation?”

Knowing that the wandering inspector likes to make a name for himself, he prepared ‘Galtarang’, but it backfired.

“Hmm… Considering the value of ‘Red Metal’, it’s ridiculous. And considering that it uses the manpower of a blue flash, shouldn’t it cost 2,000 gold coins?”

I was already a swordsman whose name had been made known by another bard, not Galtarang.

Mason looks bewildered when Galtarang, who has calculated the value of his honor, offers him a gold coin equivalent to a large mansion.

“I can’t prepare that kind of gold….”

Are you thinking of negotiating with tears?

He looked gloomy as if he couldn’t prepare even if he collected all the blacksmiths’ money, but to be honest, all he could do was feel annoyed.

“Then I can’t risk my life for your tiny hopes.”

After saying that, he and Hye-rin get up from their seats.

The doorknob was grabbed without hesitation.

As I was leaving the room, Mason sighed deeply and said,

“… Red Sword. What if the Red Sword is conservative?”

Mason, rising from his chair, looks straight at me as I grab the doorknob and speaks with a determined expression.

“If it’s a red sword that cuts down stars, isn’t it worth risking your life for?”

A red sword that cuts down stars.

When presented with the sword that the blacksmiths were said to have made by refining blood, Galtarang raises his voice with a face full of excitement.

“If it’s a red sword, that’s a good reward! If you call for an auction, you can easily get 5,000 gold coins!”

I am convinced by the sight of the blacksmiths not being greatly shaken even though Mason offered them the ‘Red Sword’, which could be called the blacksmith’s dream, as compensation.

‘I knew from the beginning that the red sword would be a reasonable price.’

What inspector would refuse a request after hearing the words ‘red sword’?

As I let go of the doorknob and turned around, Mason, who accepted my request, stated the real details.

“I’ve made the same request to dozens of inspectors, including you. I’ll reward the one who brings me the ‘red metal’ with a ‘red sword’.”

As expected, he was a businessman from the Gerard Continent.

Only one person gets paid to bring in red metal.

If I had brought that red metal and not negotiated, the reward would have been a mere 500 gold coins.

In reality, there must be many inspectors who accepted 500 gold coins as compensation.

“I agree.”

A red sword that cuts down stars.

I felt like I knew why the path of destiny had led me here.