On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 327

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed Episode 327
An Extraordinary Gift (1)
Liam Lenfield, the Family Head of the Lertrung Family, was a man of propriety.
Though his family had been attacked by the Brotherhood, imprisoned, and subjected to countless hardships, he prioritized repaying his benefactor over his own recovery.
“Father, I believe it would be best for you to focus on recovering first. My elder brother and I shall attend to our guests.”
“No. How can I, as the master of this house, sit idle? We have all endured hardship together. Say no more on this matter.”
“Father….”
Propriety aside, it was simply what was expected—what was right.
He had driven out the clique that had occupied his family’s house.
Had it not been for Teacher Ziel from south of the Mountain Range, the Lertrung household would still be languishing in prison.
“By the way, I hear he is a master of extraordinary skill. Have any of you heard anything about Teacher Ziel Steelheart from south of the Mountain Range?”
“No, Father.”
Unfortunately, the Lertrung Family, situated at the eastern edge, was not particularly well-informed about Northern Region affairs.
The Lertrung Family itself had traditionally devoted more effort to brewing beer than to accumulating power.
Thus, they were nearly ignorant of matters concerning the south of the Mountain Range, which made them regard this situation all the more gravely.
Yet there was one fact that remained difficult to comprehend.
“But does this Teacher have some old grudge against the Brotherhood? Otherwise, why would people from south of the Mountain Range, who are not even from the Northern Region, come all this way to aid our family….”
“I too find that puzzling. Why our family, of all places….”
“Did the Family Head of Renfield offer any explanation?”
“He did mention one reason, though it was utterly absurd. Surely he was jesting.”
“An absurd reason?”
Something about wanting to drink beer and coming all this way for it.
It was an utterly absurd reason.
When other noble families visited the Lertrung Family, they always claimed to have come to taste their renowned beer, yet that had never truly been the real motive.
Was it not the Northern Region’s way to attach plausible justifications while concealing hidden intentions beneath?
“Beer, you say? That is indeed an absurd reason.”
There must surely be some hidden agenda.
Liam proceeded to the Banquet Hall with his household members.
Though only a short time had passed, the Banquet Hall—which had fallen into disarray during the Brotherhood’s occupation—had been cleaned quite thoroughly.
“Family Head, you have arrived.”
The Head Butler approached and delivered welcome news.
“Fortunately, food ingredients remain. We should have sufficient quantities to provide meals for all of you and your benefactors. It appears to be enough for approximately twenty people.”
Twenty people.
Combined with the household members and benefactors, it was more than adequate.
Liam felt greatly relieved.
“That is indeed fortunate. How long will the meal preparation take?”
“All kitchen staff have remained, so it should not take long.”
Truly, these are Lertrung people.
Though not to the extent of their imprisonment, they must have endured countless indignities while serving the Brotherhood!
“Once our benefactors depart, I shall reward all of you. This is my repayment for your steadfast endurance.”
“Family Head…!”
The Head Butler’s eyes glistened with tears of overwhelming emotion.
But moments later.
“….”
“…Head Butler. Look at me for a moment.”
Liam Lenfield, confronted with an entirely unforeseen reality, issued urgent instructions.
“Send telegraphs immediately to the surrounding territories—have them dispatch all available food ingredients.”
“B-but it’s late at night. Will that even be possible?”
“Make it possible. I cannot stand by while our benefactors go hungry.”
“Y-yes, understood, Family Head.”
Who could have imagined they would consume such a staggering amount?
The cuisine and beer were vanishing in mere moments.
Amil Renfield, seated alongside them, found himself equally speechless.
‘Are all people from south of the Mountain Range such voracious eaters?’
That couldn’t possibly be true.
The Northern Region wasn’t some isolated island, and there was considerable exchange between the north and those south of the Mountain Range.
Yet in all his years, across both the Northern Region and the south, he had never witnessed anyone consume such quantities.
And they did so with impeccable grace.
There was nothing gluttonous or crude about it.
Their adherence to etiquette was remarkable—they portioned modest amounts, placed them in their mouths, and chewed so silently not a sound escaped.
“Northern cuisine is truly exceptional.”
And interspersed throughout were compliments offered with perfect propriety!
The one saving grace was that the Storage Vault contained such vast quantities of beer that even as the food supplies dwindled, they could sustain themselves for some time yet.
Of course, the sight of someone consuming such quantities of beer without pause was itself another marvel.
Observing this spectacle, Amil arrived at a reasonably logical conclusion.
‘Do they grow stronger from eating so much?’
There was no other way to explain such an enigmatic, unfathomable military force!
Just how powerful were they?
Did anyone south of the Mountain Range even exist who could match that Teacher?
‘Why would someone like that become a Teacher?’
The very question everyone else had already pondered—Amil was only now considering it!
‘Perhaps they received a special imperial mandate and entered the Academy?’
That wasn’t it.
‘The Teacher’s identity was a false one.’
It had been that way before, though now it was becoming increasingly less so.
‘Surely they came to the Northern Region on some mission.’
Not at all.
The objective had been achieved, and they had already tasted the Lertrung beer that had become their new goal.
‘I should head south of the Mountain Range soon.’
Amil had become fascinated with Ziel.
I coveted those two individuals under Ziel as well.
But there was a prerequisite that had to be settled first.
At least in the Northern Region, I couldn’t have someone stronger than myself beneath me.
That was the law and spirit of the North.
The worship of military might that dominates the Northern Region!
As long as that spirit existed, and as long as Amil himself followed that spirit, I couldn’t place Ziel below me.
So what I was planning now was cooperation.
‘He said he needed a Villa, didn’t he.’
First, I would establish a horizontal cooperative relationship, and then there was only one thing left to do.
Become stronger than Teacher Ziel!
To attempt to subjugate someone you weren’t stronger than was a contradiction in itself.
‘If I use this enlightenment… I can climb even higher.’
Amil was sincere.
Though I had reached the summit of the Northern Region, I didn’t consider it the true summit.
A true northerner must endlessly pursue higher realms.
In that sense, Ziel was a master who had granted me enlightenment, a mountain I would one day have to overcome, and simultaneously an existence that gave me the motive to reclaim my sword.
“Teacher Ziel, I will come to reclaim that sword someday.”
At Amil’s provocative declaration, Gilbert and Kelvin flinched.
‘Is this a challenge?’
‘Is he, is he insane?’
The surroundings fell silent.
Ziel set down the beer glass he had been drinking from.
Amil felt a sinking sensation.
‘Damn it, I couldn’t suppress my competitive spirit.’
Was that too provocative?
Just as regret began to settle in.
“That’s petty.”
“Pardon?”
“I’ve heard that taking back what you’ve given is petty.”
Ziel folded his arms and studied Amil for a moment before asking.
“I can’t just give it back.”
“But…”
“If you need it, I’ll sell it again.”
“That, that is…”
That wasn’t it at all—it was supposed to be a magnificent declaration of intent to win through combat and then reclaim it…
And now Amil had become someone trying to take back what he’d been given!
“The buyer should propose the price first.”
“That, that’s not what I meant—I meant I would win and reclaim it…”
Ziel tilted his head in confusion.
“Did you say you would win?”
“Yes….”
“You?”
“….”
I tilted my beer glass again.
Amil went blank.
Why had the conversation drifted in this direction?
And I couldn’t very well ask how much he was willing to pay!
“By the way, where is the rest of the cuisine?”
“Ah, ha ha. Teacher, if you could wait just a moment, we’ll have everything prepared right away.”
“It’s delicious. I’d like more.”
Meanwhile, the Family Head of Lertrung, breaking into a cold sweat over the shortage of ingredients, finally made a decision.
‘It’s time to bring that out.’
The Head Butler, having received the signal, quickly brought something forth.
A secret strategy to buy time!
“Teacher, this is a gift we’ve prepared as our repayment.”
At the word “gift,” Gilbert and Kelvin sighed inwardly.
The Boss never accepted anything from a Parent….
‘Wait, but they’re not a Parent, are they?’
“I never saved the Lertrung Family.”
“I know, I understand. You simply came to drink beer and happened to eliminate the Brotherhood in the process—I’m well aware. But because of that, my family and I have survived. In the end, you’ve saved us.”
“Hmm.”
“Please accept it. It will put our minds at ease.”
“Very well.”
I accepted the gift after all.
The gift was a glass bottle sealed firmly shut.
The murky liquid inside seemed to bubble slightly on its surface.
“It’s the finest treasure our Family possesses.”
Liam explained with a face full of pride.
“It’s the yeast we use to make our beer. The very source and secret of our brewing. There’s a saying: the brewer makes the wort, but the yeast makes the beer.”
“I see.”
Standing equal to the yeast was the brewing method passed down from the Harmatan Family.
If Harmatan had given the secret of their method, then Lertrung had given the treasure of their yeast.
And now, possessing both, I might just be able to create a beer the world has never seen before.
“For reference, I once received an offer of 300 million Sel from another Family for the yeast.”
“300 million Sel…!”
Gilbert’s eyes widened in shock.
300 million Sel.
It was an astronomical sum.
With even 30 million Sel, one could live luxuriously for a lifetime without working, but ten times that amount!
“Of course, that was contingent on surrendering all rights to the yeast and transferring all related brewing methods, but we refused nonetheless. No amount of money could buy the taste of Lertrung’s beer.”
And so I handed it over.
As the price of a life.
“If you utilize the cultivation method I’ve enclosed, you’ll be able to continue cultivating it, Teacher. Remember this—the flavor of beer is determined by the yeast.”
“You’ve given me an extraordinary gift.”
“A gift whose value cannot be expressed in words. If it weren’t for you, no one would know what would have become of our Family.”
In truth, the opposition had been fierce.
Beer was practically the identity of the Lertrung Family itself.
Even the renowned Harmatan Family, despite possessing such excellent beer, had seen their House fall into ruin and couldn’t even utilize it properly.
But Lertrung—it was no exaggeration to say they had conquered the Eastern reaches of the Northern Region with this beer alone.
‘Father, no matter what, I cannot approve of handing over the yeast. This is the Family itself! You’re giving away the Family!’
‘Without us, there is no Family. He saved our lives—we can treat the yeast as merely an object in exchange.’
Political judgment was layered atop this reasoning.
The Lertrung Family harbored one long-cherished ambition.
To distribute beer south of the Mountain Range!
There was a reason beer culture had developed only in the Northern Region.
The routes for transporting beer barrels were gradually being secured.
What became crucial from that point onward was the distribution network!
‘This Teacher could secure that network for us.’
Ziel, unaware of their intentions, nonetheless recognized it as an extraordinary gift.
“Boss, shall I store it?”
“No. I’ll keep it. It’s an important item.”
Liam shared a crucial detail.
“The yeast is alive. Therefore, temperature control is the key. It’s being maintained by the Magic sealed on the cork. It should remain well-preserved during your journey back across the Mountain Range.”
Alive, he said.
Hearing that, I recalled Subject One in the Glass Container I’d left at the Dormitory.
‘I’ll need to purchase feed for it on the way back.’
I seemed to recall from the research documents that appropriate Materials were necessary for creating cultivation medium.
“M-Master. N-Now a b-beer Master Craftsman.”
“Should we build a Brewery when we return, Boss?”
My two subordinates were already growing accustomed to my scale of thinking!
I nodded in agreement.
“A good suggestion. We’ll need to construct a separate building.”
It seemed the time had come to expand my Territory.
“Building it alongside a Research Laboratory would be quite efficient.”

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