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37fire in the fire pit (2)
trash.
Hendrick's eyebrows rose sharply at the remark that touched his father-in-law's pride..
“The iron produced in Dmitry is undoubtedly of the highest quality in the Kingdom of Cairo. But you, who don't even know how a blacksmith works, and who haven't even shed a drop of sweat in front of a hot oven, dare to evaluate Dmitri's iron?!”
My voice rose..
Items evaluated by Roman.
It is true that in Dmitry, they are trash that is not even considered low-level..
but.
I didn't like the fact that the main character of the comment was Roman..
In Hendrick's memory, Roman was a man who could not be rehabilitated, and his face turned red with personal emotions..
“If it weren't for the request of your father, Baron Romero, I wouldn't have given you anything. Roman Dmitry. You are the eldest son of the Dmitry family, who made blacksmithing his life's work. While your younger brother, Rodwell Dmitry, worked under me for several years doing odd jobs to carry on the succession, you spent those meaningless years out on the streets coveting the white skin of women. Do you know what that means? This means that, Roman Dmitri, you, Roman Dmitri, are trash that cannot be rehabilitated, more than those items scattered on the floor. Although they may be of poor quality, they will do their job if they find an owner, but as the eldest son of the Dmitry family, you are trash who does not know how to do anything, or rather cannot do anything..”
It was a bitter remark..
Dmitry's roots lie in the blacksmith shop..
The eldest son of a family who denied and neglected it could not receive the respect of the workers who built the family through blood and sweat..
‘Is this the situation again?.’
hendrick.
This is my first time seeing this man..
Although it was a face that Baek Jung-hyuk did not remember, he was venting his anger towards Roman Dmitry based on his own experience rather than prejudice..
I was used to it.
He didn't spend a long time as Roman Dmitry, but no matter where he met or who he met, no one showed friendly feelings from the beginning..
just one person.
Hansman was an exception..
Hans was devoted to Roman, so he took him into his fold for no particular reason..
‘It's not that I don't understand Hendrick's reaction. Dmitry's eldest son is not interested in blacksmith work, but if he comes and evaluates me when he has a purpose like this, I can't help but feel bad..’
understood.
the other person's thoughts.
the other person's heart.
Hendrick's anger was very natural, but there was one thing that bothered Roman as he faced the anger..
‘Master Blacksmith. Dmitry's powerful figure and the craftsman in charge of the blacksmith shop. He deserves respect, but it's a different story when you look at his current situation. He is not denying that the items I evaluated are trash, but he is angry because the object of evaluation is Roman Dmitry..’
Hendrick and himself.
Leave their relationship.
This was a separate issue.
widely.
Roman picked up the sword lying on the floor..
Then, he walked outside and shined his sword in the sunlight..
“It's not that I don't understand Master Hendrick's anger. However, the transfer of power was uneven during the manufacturing process of this sword, to the point where a shadow was created simply by shining sunlight on it. It was probably the result of an inexperienced blacksmith hammering messily. Therefore, we cannot say that this is Dmitry iron. Master Hendrick can't deny that fact, so he chose to criticize me rather than pointing out the word trash.?”
“what is that!”
“Master Hendrick.”
I stopped talking..
Roman swung his sword in the air a few times and looked at Hendrick with a stern expression..
“just now. My soldier died because he couldn't cut the enemy's flesh with this trashy sword. The uneven surface of the blade did not cut the flesh cleanly, and the soldier, who was unable to remove the sword stuck in his muscle, had his head blown off by the opponent's sword with a bewildered look on his face. How unfair is this? He did his best to survive, but because his scum master gave him scum, he had no choice but to die..”
Tuk!
I threw away my sword as if to show off..
This time he picked up the armor and showed it to Hendrick..
“Why do you think Master Hendrick wears armor? Armor is worth its weight if it can protect you from an enemy attack even once. but. The soldier wearing the chain mail I supplied was betrayed by the armor he trusted and was killed. It was believed that the tightly intertwined pieces of iron would protect the body, but the experimental work created by an unknown blacksmith could not block enemy attacks. Holes were torn, flesh split, and intestines spilling out through the chain mail..”
“What on earth are you talking about?!”
“Still don't understand what I'm saying?”
people's prejudices?
understood.
Because his previous owner lived like trash, he was not unaware of the fact that he, too, had to endure prejudice..
but.
Hendrick crossed the line.
On a personal level, I didn't know what I had done..
“I asked Master Hendrick for weapons and armor to arm my soldiers. If I hadn't recognized that the things lying on the floor were trash, the soldiers following me might have entrusted their lives to the trash without knowing anything. This is not simply a matter of retaliation based on personal feelings. The lives of 30 people were at stake, and even though he was not aware of the fact, Master Hendrick ignored the truth. So, can you confidently say that you are Master Blacksmith, a craftsman representing Dmitry? Innocent people almost died because of what you gave out of your personal feelings for me.!”
“……!”
Hendrick was embarrassed..
Roman's remarks.
That's true.
But Hendrick didn't think of such a situation..
I simply didn't want to give Roman a good product, and I didn't think that soldiers would die as a result..
“Me, I didn't mean to do that.!”
“Intention doesn't matter. Weapons and armor have a clear purpose, and anyone can predict what consequences will follow when giving away such trash. That is why I made the request not in the name of Roman Dmitry, but in the name of my father, Baron Romero. I'm asking for the best weapons and armor possible. And the result is this trash that you see right now..”
Tuk.
Click.
I pushed away the metal scattered on the floor with my foot..
Seeing the sight of the steel towers collapsing, Hendrick realized what mistake he had made..
“This action. Can I take this as a protest against my father??”
protest.
For a moment, Hendrick felt faint..
The line Roman thought of.
Hendrick's attitude didn't matter.
Master Blacksmith was in a position of enormous power over the eldest son of the Dmitry family, but the moment he handed out 'garbage' to himself, who came with Baron Romero's name on his back, Roman thought he had crossed a line..
Roman respected Hendrick.
He was a hard worker, and if you were to think of your future in the family, you needed to be on friendly terms with him..
but.
“I know what Master Hendrick thinks of me. I don't mean to complain to my father, but I think he simply didn't want to give me something good. The problem is that that in itself constitutes a protest. Master Hendrick. I received permission from my father and came to see the Master. This is not a personal request, but the owner of this land has ordered me to provide good weapons and armor for me..”
Cheonma.
Baek Jung-hyuk lived his entire life as a ruler..
He governed a variety of people and always followed one principle in any situation..
‘Hierarchy. The moment the line between lord and subject becomes ambiguous, hierarchy and order collapse due to that relationship..’
A loyal follower.
A subject who was like a friend.
The moment I crossed the line as a subject, Baek Jung-hyuk gave me a strict punishment with a cold face..
It was no different now.
Even though he knew how important Hendrick was, the moment he crossed the line, Roman told the other person the reality..
Just.
So far.
Roman took Hendrick's head and pressed it..
“Let me ask you again. What you did to me. Can I take this as a protest against my father??”
“……What a protest! That's definitely not the case!”
Hendrick cried out in a panic..
Master Blacksmith.
He worked for decades to earn that title..
Baron Romero was his friend before he became the master of the Dmitry family, and at one point they shared a passion together in front of the fire in the oven..
Hendrick respected Baron Romero as his father-in-law..
Although he cannot visit the blacksmith shop much these days due to his duties as a nobleman, Baron Romero is acknowledged by Hendrick as the best craftsman in Cairo..
so that.
Hendrick swore allegiance.
I thought it would be okay to pledge loyalty to Baron Romero, who truly understands and cares for the blacksmiths..
It was then.
Blacksmiths from around the area flocked to Roman’s old castle..
They didn't understand what was going on at first, but their expressions turned grim at Roman's subsequent remarks..
“If it is not a complaint, please explain. why. Are you giving me these things??”
“This bastard.”
“Dare to Master Hendrick!”
The blacksmiths were furious..
It looks like a bright blue baby is urging Hendrick..
anger exploded.
The blacksmiths showed signs of rushing in at any moment..
As Roman was surrounded by about a dozen men with bulky physiques, the atmosphere became tense, with violence threatening to break out..
There is a saying in the world like this.
Even evil groups like the Blood Fangs don't mess with Dmitry's blacksmiths..
Since blacksmiths are a hard-working profession and handle weapons such as swords, there have been cases where fights broke out for no reason and the organization itself collapsed..
an imminent situation.
Roman's demeanor was calm..
I was not embarrassed by the blacksmiths' threats, nor did I react sensitively..
just.
I saw Hendrick..
The blacksmiths' patience reached its limit as they looked for an answer..
“I don't know what's happening now, but I can't stand watching Dmitri's idiot dare to confront Master any longer..”
“Subdue it first!”
“yes!”
Hendrick is heaven to them..
Hendrick, who had remained silent as he saw the blacksmiths rushing in at once, finally opened his mouth..
“stop!”
“……Master!”
“I told him to stop.”
Hendrick's expression hardened..
Hendrick couldn't understand the situation now..
The Roman he remembered was different..
A keen eye for iron.
Have the guts to question yourself about hierarchy.
And when the blacksmiths are threatening you, you don't even have the courage to keep your back straight..
however.
Roman in front of me was bold..
Even though the blacksmiths were about to rush in, Roman was looking at him without taking a step back..
‘one thing is certain.’
hendrick said.
“sorry. This incident was entirely my mistake..”
Point out that it is a protest.
Hendrick took a step back..
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