Genius Blacksmith’s Game - Chapter 137

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The Genius Blacksmith’s Game

The Genius Blacksmith’s Game

The Genius Blacksmith’s Game

Lord (2)

Lord (2)

Lord (2)

Hyeon-su smiled as he looked at the small crack that had appeared on the egg.

‘It’ll hatch within the next 4 days, right?’

Though he hadn’t met it yet, he felt affection for the creature inside the wolf’s egg.

The thought of seeing it in the form of a pet rather than an egg filled Hyeon-su with strange anticipation.

‘What if a legendary wolf is born?’

Hyeon-su’s expectations were reaching their peak.

He briefly imagined himself as a king with a Fenrir-class wolf sitting beside him.

Just imagining it was delightful.

‘I hope I can meet it soon.’

And now that Hyeon-su had become a viscount, there was a place he absolutely had to visit.

‘I ended up with a much higher title than expected, but…’

Before going to the Balas territory, he planned to stop by that place first.

Araham territory, the soldier training ground of the Goyard Kingdom.

Soldier Ken had to listen to the sighing voices of other soldiers again today.

“Ken, just how long are you going to stay in Araham territory? This is the first time soldiers like you have remained in Araham territory for so long.”

“I told you, I made a promise with that person, and he said he’d come to get us soon, didn’t he?”

“…How long are you going to keep believing those words, Ken?”

The soldiers clicked their tongues in disapproval.

“Just yesterday, Baron Purum came to take about 100 soldiers and you were selected. Baron Purum is the lord of a good territory – you missed a really good opportunity.”

What was the best choice for soldiers?

It was to serve alongside a noble with a good title and excellent character.

The greater a noble’s influence, the more opportunities soldiers had to receive better treatment.

Moreover, if someone had a high title but few soldiers under his command, that was the jackpot.

Soldiers who aligned themselves early with such a noble’s growth would have their retirement fully guaranteed and receive good treatment later.

Yesterday’s Baron Purum was exactly like that.

Baron Purum’s family was even wealthy, so others couldn’t understand why Ken and the soldiers who didn’t leave stayed behind.

“You don’t understand – that person was only a baronet, but he was different from other nobles.”

The soldiers looked at Ken, lost in thought, with expressions of disgust.

“Those eyes, you know – the way he truly cherished our lives and tried to protect us. I can’t forget them.”

“There are no nobles like that in this world, Ken.”

“We’re just tools to protect them.”

“And even if that person comes, he’d only be an ordinary baron at best, right? Besides, only one in a hundred baronets ever become barons.”

A baronet was merely a knight, and in the noble world, baronets weren’t even treated as real nobles.

For such people to become barons was impossible.

Just then.

“Ken, the commander is looking for you.”

Ken shuddered at the news that the commander wanted to see him.

Ken and those who stubbornly remained without leaving Araham territory had been continuously warned by Commander Philip.

He could understand the commander’s position since trained soldiers weren’t leaving the territory.

But then Ken wore a puzzled expression.

Tens of thousands of soldiers in training.

And several nobles standing before them.

Those nobles were the arrogant ones rumored to come to Araham territory to select soldiers.

But those arrogant nobles were restless and anxious.

‘What’s going on?’

Soon Ken moved forward. Beyond the countless crowd, six men and women stood.

“…?”

On the backs of the six men and women who had turned around, the emblems of hammer and anvil were engraved.

He could tell that the one standing in the center was their master, and those beside him were knights protecting him.

‘Is he a high-ranking noble?’

Only viscounts and above could engrave emblems.

There were fewer than 50 viscounts in the Goyard Kingdom alone.

Ken was surprised when he confirmed the face of the man who turned his head.

At the same time, the other 49 soldiers who had been waiting for Hyeon-su also came face to face with him.

“I am Viscount Hyeon-su, here to take you. Will you become my subordinates?”

Under the blue sky, 50 soldiers placed their hands on their left chests and responded.

“Loyalty!”

[50 soldiers pledge eternal loyalty.]

It was the moment their waiting bore fruit.

Baron Ronso.

He was the person who ruled the largest territory among the various lands located in the north.

As the owner of the most massive territory in that region, he was a figure who wielded great influence in the north.

Such Baron Ronso had been carefully watching a small territory that began to rapidly prosper from a certain day.

The name of that territory was precisely the Balas territory.

The growth of the Balas territory was remarkable.

The revenue of that small territory had come to match that of Baron Ronso’s territory, which was five times larger.

That’s why Baron Ronso became greedy.

“Belin, didn’t I tell you? I’ve cherished you since you were young. Your father, Baron Benso, asked me to protect you before he died.”

Baron Ronso, with his protruding belly, stroked his long mustache.

And Belin, who had been confined in the lord’s audience chamber for a long time, bit her lips.

“Bullshit. Father warned me to always be careful of you.”

Baron Ronso’s face quickly hardened and then relaxed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Baron Ronso, who had been wearing a sly smile, soon spoke in a cold voice.

“Hurry up and write the letter I told you about, Bellin.”

At those words, Bellin shuddered.

What Baron Ronso was plotting was truly chilling.

No matter how much the Balas territory was flourishing, it was still just a small territory located on the frontier.

Baron Ronso, who reigned as king over the territories of this rural backwater, was forging letters.

“Hurry up and write it. If you don’t, one of your territory’s people will die for each letter you refuse to write.”

“…!”

Bellin’s face contorted.

It wasn’t a lie.

When she refused to write the letter he demanded, he had killed dozens of her territory’s people right before her eyes just a few days ago.

Bellin’s hands trembled. Baron Ronso cleared his throat and spoke.

“‘Your Majesty, I am inadequate and await him. My territory’s people also cannot forget him who passed through. I hope he becomes the new lord of this territory as soon as possible. It is not easy for me to govern this territory that grows larger day by day.'”

Bellin wrote down Baron Ronso’s words.

She gritted her teeth and struggled not to shed tears.

Flutter—

A pigeon flew up to the king.

“Well done. It will all be over in a few days.”

The reason for sending such letters was to emphasize Bellin’s inadequacy.

After sending such letters, if that proved impossible, he planned to send content saying she wanted to entrust the territory to Baron Ronso.

“His Majesty must also know that you would struggle to govern this territory.”

He had been repeatedly emphasizing this.

There was something Baron Ronso couldn’t understand.

“But were you serious? About that blacksmith, Hyeon-su or whatever his name was. The promise to share the territory’s stake if he returned as a noble.”

This was content Baron Ronso had heard through his own person he had hidden in the territory.

Of course, because of this information, Baron Ronso was able to plot this scheme.

Bellin bit her lips.

The clear reason was right before her eyes.

Bellin knew there would be many who would covet her territory.

And Blacksmith Hyeon who had visited this place.

She also knew he led a place called the Gwangmyeong Guild.

At the time, Hyeon-su was the owner of a very small and shabby blacksmith shop.

But Bellin saw potential in him.

“It would be better than giving the territory to someone like you.”

Learning that this was Bellin’s true feelings, Ronso was dumbfounded.

“You were even thinking of giving up the lord’s position.”

The fact that she had decided to share the stake was proof of that.

Probably when he gained a stake in the Balas territory and became a higher noble, only then would she have planned to hand over the lord’s position.

“Such a thing will not happen. Not for a while.”

It had to be that way.

Baron Ronso was someone who knew well how difficult title advancement was.

99% of people die remaining at their title for life.

Moreover, wasn’t he a commoner when he left?

“A commoner returning as a noble to become the lord of a territory.”

It was an absurd expectation on this continent where pure noble bloodlines were the majority.

‘Especially to a mere blacksmith.’

Tsk, Ronso clicked his tongue inwardly.

“Next time you come, let’s write the final letter. And my knights should be getting the manual written by the blacksmiths about now.”

What was a manual?

Blacksmith Hyeon had surprisingly not grown the blacksmiths with some special power.

The simplest yet most difficult thing in the world.

Based on his skills and experience, he had taught the blacksmiths and helped them grow significantly.

The blacksmiths would create that manual, and that manual would also spread to Baron Ronso’s territory.

He would also take several skilled blacksmiths from the Balas territory to his own territory to have them teach his blacksmiths.

It was truly a measure prepared for any possible situation.

“…Don’t lay a finger on my territory’s people!”

Before leaving, Baron Ronso spoke with a generous expression.

“Don’t worry. I am generous, so I won’t touch them.”

Soon he wore a sinister smile.

“However, I can’t say the same about my subordinates.”

Watching him leave, Bellin shed hot tears.

Ger cannot forget that day.

With rotten fish eyes, he was busy mechanically churning out weapons, saying this territory was doomed.

An excellent blacksmith?

Outstanding craftsmanship?

He thought such things were now useless.

But after a blacksmith named Hyeon-su appeared, many things changed.

For several days, he taught us and awakened the spirit of blacksmithing.

The weapons he made showed us that our goal was to create such things.

Because of him, blacksmiths who had left also returned to the territory.

It was regrettable to see him leave when he had to go.

But he thought it was unavoidable.

He thought what they could show for him was to let the story of the Balas territory’s blacksmiths reach him through the grace he had given them.

Ger hammered for him, whom he would meet again someday.

At the end of it, he completed it.

[It is Unique grade.]

The closest to legendary.

Ger, who had reached the realm of a true craftsman, was happy.

The name of this sword he would present when meeting that person.

It was called the Lord’s Sword.

A thought he shouldn’t have as Bellin’s subject.

However, Lord Bellin had understood.

And currently.

Countless knights and soldiers who had taken control of the Balas territory. Their number was roughly close to several hundred.

And the knights came rushing and dragged the blacksmiths to one place.

“Is the manual completed?”

Knight Pon asked.

Those holding clubs had been indiscriminately beating the blacksmiths every time, telling them to make a manual.

They had completed it to some extent due to their beatings, but didn’t want to give it to them.

Something precious containing that person’s teachings.

“It’s almost completed.”

But he had no choice but to complete it nearly 90%.

Fon, who confirmed it, handed it back to him.

“The textbook isn’t enough. From now on, you will represent them and swear to follow the new lord.”

Ger did not comply.

At that moment, the knights poured oil on the blacksmiths.

Swoooosh-

“Huh, huuuuik!”

“Eek!”

“Will you comply?”

Ger trembled with rage as he watched their atrocious act of taking out matches.

Soon a knight wrote the contents of the oath and held it out to him.

Ger looked at the paper he handed him and recited it as written.

“…Therefore, I will transfer the territory from now on, and will live only for that territory. Also.”

The end of his voice trembled.

“I will for my entire life…”

Reading the last sentence, Ger looked at the blacksmiths.

“You cannot!”

“How can you abandon our Lord and serve these bastards!”

However, Ger knew he had no choice.

When Ger hesitated, a knight dragged out one blacksmith.

“Uaak…!”

Ger’s eyes shook violently.

That blacksmith was a 16-year-old boy, the youngest in this territory.

“Uh, uaaaah…”

His body convulsed intermittently.

The knight sighed as he looked at Ger, who was stalling for time.

“I’ll have to make an example after all.”

Hiss-

The match ignites.

“I’ll show you what happens when you defy us.”

That match falls toward the boy.

At that moment, Ger’s eyes widened.

Having discovered something, he spoke with a determined voice.

“I will for my entire life…”

He looked up high.

“Serve only Lord Belin and Lord Hyeon-su.”

And the knight soon witnessed a strange sight.

The match that was falling toward the boy.

The small flame stopped in mid-air, and a voice came from above.

“…I’ll kill them all.”

The knights’ heads snapped around.

Unknown figures stood on the rooftop.

[Dragon Knight Risel Lv.338]

[The Growing One Bark Lv.331]

[Divine Archer Ian Lv.341]

[Child of the Saint Belia Lv.241]

They were waiting as if awaiting the command of one person.

Above a blacksmith shop.

[The most brilliant star of Goyard Kingdom.]

[Viscount Hyeon-su appears.]

He who left as a commoner and returned as a noble was truly enraged.

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