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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Dominic,​ just as he⁠​​ had promised, drafted⁠‍‍ a complete list⁠ of all his‌‌ assets and handed​⁠⁠ it over to‌​​ Lucian.

It‌ was written in‍‍ such detail that‍‌ recovering his entire‌⁠ fortune didn’t seem‍​ difficult. If any⁠‌ handwritten document was‌‌‌ needed, he didn’t​‍ hesitate to write​ it himself.

“If‌ you need anything‌‍​ else, just tell‍⁠ me. I’ll do‍‌‌ whatever you require.”⁠‍‌

“…It’s⁠‌ surprising you don’t⁠‌ show a hint​‌ of hesitation. Merchant’s‌⁠​ pride? The idea​ that a promise‌‍ must be kept?”​‍

At⁠ Lucian’s words, Dominic‌​ shook his head​​​ and gave a bitter smile.

“What​​‌ pride could I have left after‌‍ throwing away my​ credibility? I simply​‌⁠ no longer have‍‍ any attachment to‍​‍ the outside world.”⁠⁠

“After⁠‍ pulling off a scam like this,‍ even if you‌⁠‍ regained your freedom,​‌​ living a normal⁠⁠ life would be⁠⁠​ impossible. You’d be⁠​ met with scorn‌​ and ridicule everywhere,⁠‍ and even getting​‌‌ food would be‌‌ difficult.”

“Since⁠ I can no‍ longer live outside,​‍ I’ll hand over‍​ everything I have​ left.”

“Your‍‍ Highness is the‌⁠‌ victor who exposed​‌⁠ my scheme flawlessly.‍‍‍ Rather than let‌ my fortune rot​ in storage or‌⁠ be looted by​⁠ anyone, I prefer​⁠‍ to offer it‌‌ as spoils of⁠‍ war to the‍ victor.”

Dominic’s‌‌ face, as he‌⁠ said this, was​​⁠ completely calm.

Whether​​ he truly believed‍ it or was‍ just convincing himself,​ it was a favorable situation for⁠ Lucian.

He​​ had managed to‌ recover Dominic’s vast​​⁠ fortune easily and⁠‌ without omissions.

However,⁠⁠‍ aside from that,​‍ the mission assigned⁠​‌ to the guild‌ leaders to “find‌⁠ hidden assets” continued‍‍ without pause.

After‍​‍ all, that task⁠ had been created‍⁠ from the start‍ as an excuse⁠​​ to put a leash on them,⁠ whether hidden assets​‌ existed or not.‌​

***⁠

“Guild‍ Leader Hagen, the‌ price of the‍​‌ food we agreed⁠⁠‍ to purchase this⁠ time is quite​‌ high. Hasn’t it​​⁠ increased too much​‌ compared to before?”​

“Th-the‍⁠​ situation is unstable,‌ and prices have​‌ inevitably risen! We’re‍ supplying it to‍⁠⁠ Your Highness at‌‌ the lowest price‌‌‌ possible!”

“Oh,‌ really? That’s unfortunate.‍ So the prices‌⁠ rose, but your‍ profit margin, on​ the other hand,⁠⁠ must have decreased.”‍‍

“I‍ greatly appreciate your​ understanding.”

“By‌​ the way, is‌ the task I gave you earlier‌​ progressing well? By​​ now, a chest‌⁠ full of gold​ coins should’ve shown‌‍ up, at least.”⁠‌⁠

“…We‌ haven’t found any‍‍​ gold coins yet,‌⁠ but now that⁠ you mention it,​ I think we⁠ could lower the‌⁠ price a bit​‌ more.”

With​ the leash pulled​‌ tight, the guild⁠ leaders had no‌ choice but to⁠​‍ let Lucian drag⁠‍‌ them around.

Except​‍ for the minimum‍⁠⁠ margin needed to‍ keep the guild⁠​‍ running, they had‍‍⁠ to sell most⁠ products at near-cost‍⁠⁠ prices.

Lucian‌ distributed these goods,‍ bought at rock-bottom‍​ prices, among the​ foreigners from the​‌ tribes.

They‌ had arrived from‍‌⁠ beyond the tundra⁠⁠​ with nothing, so​ they practically lacked‌‍ everything.

The‌ foreigners, upon receiving⁠​​ the goods given‍⁠​ by Lucian, trembled‍ with emotion.

In‍​ the tundra, all‍⁠​ those items were⁠‍​ extremely valuable, yet‍ they were being‍‌ given away so​‌ easily.

“Every⁠⁠​ day feels like​‌​ a dream. No,‍⁠⁠ I’ve never even⁠‌‌ dreamed of such‌ an abundant life.”​

“We​​‌ were right to​‌⁠ follow the king.⁠ If we had​‌ kept living in‍‍‍ the tundra, we’d⁠‍ be wrapped in​ furs and chewing​‍​ bland meat right⁠ now.”

“Or​​ maybe we’d be‍​ dead from an‌‍ infected hunting wound.⁠⁠⁠ Here, I tasted⁠‌ real medicine for‍‌‍ the first time.”​

The‌ foreigners’ loyalty to‍ Lucian kept growing.‍⁠ Naturally so—he was⁠⁠ offering them a comfortable life that‍⁠ no one else​⁠ had been able​‌ to give them.‍‍​

However,⁠‌ at the same‍‍‌ time, a vague‍​⁠ unease began to‌⁠​ arise deep in‌​ their hearts.

“But…‌‍ is it really​ okay for us‍​ to just keep⁠⁠ receiving like this?‌ Shouldn’t we be​‍ paying something… like​​⁠ taxes or something?”​​⁠

“That’s‌ what I’m saying.‍​⁠ I’m scared they’ll​⁠ treat us like‍​ parasites later. The⁠‍ people who lived⁠ here before do‌‌​ pay, apparently.”

“As⁠‍​ long as the​​ king keeps helping⁠‍‌ us, we have⁠‍‍ to quickly find⁠​⁠ a way to⁠‌ earn a living.⁠ We can’t depend​ on his grace⁠​‌ forever.”

No‍⁠​ matter if he‌​ was the king‌‍ of prophecy, one‌ person’s personal wealth⁠⁠‍ had a limit.‍

Lucian’s‌‌⁠ aid wouldn’t last‍ forever, so everyone​‌‍ agreed they needed‍​⁠ to become self-sufficient‍‍‍ before that happened.‍⁠

It⁠ was an admirable‌ thought, but in‍ reality, those worries‌⁠‍ were almost baseless.​‌​

‘With​‍ the fortune I took from Dominic,‌​ I’m not short​‍⁠ on money. Since​‌ we’re at it,‍⁠⁠ better to spend​ freely and make‌ sure they settle‌‍​ in well. Once​‌‍ they’re established, I’ll‍‌⁠ earn back that‌ investment many times​⁠ over.’

Lucian⁠ wasn’t giving everything​​‌ away for free​‌ out of pure‌‍ duty. He had​ plenty of plans⁠‍ to recover that‌‌⁠ investment in the‍‌​ future, so he⁠ didn’t mind spending​​​ now.

Each​⁠‍ one of them​⁠‍ was larger and‌​ stronger than imperial​ citizens; individually, they‌‍‍ weren’t inferior to‍‌⁠ knights.

In‍ any job requiring‌‌ manual labor, they‌ would clearly generate‍⁠‌ at least double‌ the profit.

Moreover,‌ the foreigners came​‍‍ from the tundra,‍‍ where warrior worship⁠ was natural.

The‌ idea of getting​⁠ paid for fighting​‌⁠ didn’t even exist,​ so even if⁠⁠ a standing army⁠​⁠ was created, it‌‌‍ could be maintained‍ for a time​⁠⁠ at extremely low‍‍‍ cost.

‘The‍⁠ important thing right‌ now isn’t taxes,​⁠​ but investing to⁠ increase their loyalty.⁠‍​ They’re golden geese​​​ about to lay​‍‌ eggs—I won’t gut‌‌ them for a few coins.’

In⁠‍​ this way, Lucian​⁠ felt no dissatisfaction‍ with the current‌ situation, where he​​ was giving everything⁠ away thinking of‌‌‍ the future.

But‌‌ the foreigners had⁠‍‍ no idea what‌‍ was going on‌⁠​ in their king’s​‍ mind.

Naturally,‍‌​ to prepare for​⁠ an uncertain future,⁠ they began racking‌‌‌ their brains.

“What‌⁠‍ about blacksmithing or‌‌ carpentry? We also‌​ have quite a bit of experience​​ making weapons and‌‌ building houses.”

“Are⁠⁠ you kidding? The⁠ skill gap is‌ way too big‍​⁠ for that.”

“The​‌⁠ technical level here‌‍⁠ is too high.‍​⁠ Everything we’ve done​‍​ so far feels‌‌‌ like child’s play.”⁠

“Then‍⁠​ let’s try being⁠​ hunters. At least‌ we’re confident in‌‍⁠ hunting.”

“I⁠⁠ heard that hunting​ grounds are regulated‌​ here, and you⁠‌ get punished if‌⁠ you hunt without‍⁠ permission.”

“You‍ need permission to​‍​ hunt? What strange⁠⁠‍ laws.”

The‍ foreigners debated intensely⁠ day after day,⁠ but couldn’t come‍⁠‍ up with a good solution.

Compared‌‍ to the citizens‌​​ of the empire,‍‌ they lacked too⁠ many basic skills​ and technical knowledge,‌‌‌ so most discussions⁠‌ ended fruitlessly.

After⁠​ several weeks with⁠ no progress, some‌ of them finally​ realized the root⁠⁠ of the problem‍‍ and shouted in‍​‌ frustration.

“Damn​​‍ it! We can’t‌⁠⁠ start anything like‍ this. Without the‌​‍ basics, we need⁠‌​ to learn them​​‌ first.”

“Learn…?‍‍ Right, let’s start​​ by getting trained!”‍‍

“What?”​⁠

“If‍ that’s how things‍‍‍ are, let’s learn⁠‌ from the humans​⁠​ who lived here‍⁠​ before us. What⁠ do they call‍ it… apprenticeship? They‍‌‌ say you can‌ learn a skill⁠⁠‌ as a disciple​‌ for a small‌​​ fee.”

“I’ve‍ heard of that‍‌ too… but would⁠​⁠ they accept us?‍​⁠ We’re old, and​‌ it’d be like‍ raising competitors.”

“At​‍ least let’s try​‍ asking. If they‍⁠ say no, we’ll⁠ think of something‍ else.”

For‌‌ some, that proposal‍‌​ might have seemed​​‍ humiliating, but for⁠​ the foreigners, it‍‌​ wasn’t a big‍⁠ deal.

In⁠​ the tundra, dying‍​‌ because you lacked‌ the courage to​‌ ask to be‌ taught was simply‌​ a reason to‌‍‌ be mocked.

Without‌‍‌ wasting time, they‍ chose representatives and‍⁠ sent them to⁠​ speak with the⁠ imperial blacksmiths who⁠​ had already settled​‌⁠ there.

***‍⁠‍

The⁠‌ blacksmiths who received​​ the foreigners’ proposal‌‌ were alarmed and⁠‌ gathered immediately.

Not​ only had they​ never expected something​⁠ like that to​‍​ happen, but the‍ proposal itself seemed‌​ utterly absurd to‍ them.

“Have‌ you heard the​ proposal those barbarians⁠​‌ from beyond the⁠ tundra sent recently?”‌‍‍

“Of‍ course. It’s so‍ absurd I’m left‌​‌ speechless. Asking us​ openly to teach‍‍ them our techniques!”​​

“If‌ someone wants to‍⁠ learn a technique,⁠‌ they should kneel‍​ first. Where do⁠‍⁠ they get such‍⁠‍ nerve?”

A technique, once mastered,‍ was the livelihood‍​ of a lifetime.‍⁠‌ In other words,‌ the more people​ you taught, the​ less room there‍⁠ was for yourself,⁠‌​ and the more‌ competitors appeared.

That’s⁠⁠‌ why, normally, the‍ transmission of techniques⁠ was strictly based​‌ on personal or​‍ blood ties, and‍‍ those without connections‌ had to show​ extreme devotion to​‍ learn anything.

And⁠‍‍ yet, without the​​​ slightest bit of⁠‍ deference, they expected‍​ to learn while⁠ holding their heads‍⁠‍ high.

“That’s​⁠​ why barbarians are​ useless. They don’t⁠​‍ even know the⁠⁠ basics!”

“Was⁠ it really necessary‌‌‌ to call a meeting over this?‌ Let’s just reject‍​​ the proposal and‌ kick them out!”‌

“Exactly!‌‍‍ We can’t hand‍ over techniques passed​ down for generations​‍ so lightly!”

“Tsk,‍‍ tsk.”

In‌⁠⁠ the middle of​ the blacksmiths’ uproar,⁠ a tongue click‍​⁠ was heard.

It⁠⁠‍ was Igor, who‌‍⁠ had called the⁠⁠​ meeting and was⁠‌‍ also the most‌‍⁠ experienced blacksmith among​​ them.

Igor⁠⁠ scanned the room‍ and slammed the‍‍⁠ table hard.

“Do​ none of you‌⁠ think at all?‌⁠ Do you really⁠‌‌ believe this is‌‌‌ still the same‍ territory as before?”‌⁠

“What⁠ are you talking‍⁠​ about?”

“Right⁠⁠‌ now, the majority​‍⁠ of Asagrim’s population‍⁠ comes from beyond‌ the tundra. If⁠‌‌ you puff yourselves⁠‍⁠ up in front⁠ of them, what‌‌​ do you think⁠‍ will happen next?”⁠​

“This​ is Asagrim, the‌‍‍ sacred land of⁠​⁠ the north! They’d‌ better not try‍ anything just because​‍ they outnumber us!”‍

“I‍ don’t know what⁠ you mean by⁠ ‘trying anything,’ but⁠‍​ there’s something you’d​‍ better remember. All‌ of them will⁠ be our customers.‌⁠‌ They’re not just‌ outsiders.”

At​⁠‌ those words that​ hit the mark,​​​ the blacksmiths all‍‌ fell silent at​ once.

No⁠‌‍ matter how extraordinary​‍⁠ their products were,‌‍​ a blacksmith without‍‌‌ customers was destined​ to starve.

Even‍ considering what they​⁠ sold to merchants‍​ as trade goods,‌‍ in the end,​ their main customers​ would always be⁠‌⁠ the inhabitants of​​ the same territory.⁠

And‌‌ yet, they were​‌​ trying to divide‌ and look down‌⁠ on those who​‌ would be their⁠ main buyers just‍​ because of where‍ they came from.⁠‌⁠

“If‌ I were treated‍‌ like that, I wouldn’t buy anything⁠⁠ from someone who‍ insulted me either.‍ I’d starve before​ I let myself⁠ get stabbed.”

“B-but⁠‌ even if we‍⁠‍ teach them the⁠‍ techniques, what will⁠⁠‍ change? Once they‌⁠‌ learn, with the‌ numerical advantage they‌​‌ have, we’ll lose​⁠ all control.”

“Why⁠‍⁠ are you still‍‌​ thinking so short-sightedly?⁠‌​ Look further ahead.‍‍ Do you really‌⁠‌ believe Asagrim’s expansion​​⁠ ends here?”

“What‍‌‍ do you mean?”​

“Asagrim‍⁠ was already famous‌ as the sacred​‌⁠ land of the⁠‌ north, but recently⁠‍ its population, production​ base, and trade⁠​ network have expanded.⁠⁠​ There’s nothing lacking‌‌​ anymore. So, what‌​ do you think​‌ comes next?”

It‍‌‌ was obvious that,⁠ up to now,⁠ the free men​⁠​ who had only‍‍​ watched cautiously would‍ start settling in‌‌ Asagrim.

Even⁠‌ if the walled⁠⁠‍ city was full,‍‌⁠ the population would‍‍ continue to grow​ outside the walls.​

That’s‍⁠​ how large cities‌ worked—when they couldn’t‌‌ hold everyone, they​‍‌ expanded outward.

“There​ will come a time when there‍‌⁠ are too many‍‍ customers for us‍ to handle alone.​ To meet the‌ demand, we’ll need​ apprentices.”

“So​ you’re saying we⁠‍ should accept their⁠‍⁠ proposal now and‍⁠​ sell them that‌​ favor?”

“No.‌ I’m saying we‍‍‌ should train them‌⁠ properly and directly‌⁠ establish a guild.”‍

“…”‍‌

“All‍ of them have⁠​‌ only been in‍ the empire a short time and‌​‌ lack basic knowledge.‌ If we become‍ their teachers and⁠ found a guild,‍ who do you⁠ think will take⁠ the leadership positions?”⁠

The‍⁠​ blacksmiths’ eyes lit⁠⁠ up.

If​‌‍ the city grew,⁠ the number of​ blacksmiths would naturally‌ increase, and with‍‌​ that, a guild⁠​‌ would form.

And​ in a guild,‌ those at the‍​​ top usually weren’t‍⁠​ the most skilled,⁠​‍ but the ones⁠​‍ with the most⁠ influence.

In‍⁠ other words, if‍ they trained apprentices⁠⁠ now, the chances⁠ of becoming the‍‍​ future guild’s leaders‌ were high.

“Our‌ backs are already⁠ bent, and our⁠​ eyesight’s starting to⁠ fail. How much‍‌ longer do you⁠ think we can⁠⁠⁠ work at peak‌⁠ level? It wouldn’t‍ be a bad‌‍ idea to start⁠‍‌ training apprentices and​ enjoy a peaceful⁠‌ old age.”

“Hmm⁠ that’s not a bad argument…”

“I’m‌‌⁠ just worried if​‍⁠ they’ll respect their‌‍ masters like we‌​‍ do.”

Some‍​⁠ blacksmiths agreed with‍ Igor but couldn’t⁠​ shake off their‌ concerns.

They‍‌⁠ didn’t even understand‍ the importance of‍​‌ techniques now and‍ showed up without‍​ manners.

Wouldn’t​ they just ignore⁠ their masters once⁠‍⁠ they learned everything?‍

“Don’t‌⁠‍ worry. You all⁠‌ know this yourselves.‌ How are traditions‌​ born?”

Igor‍⁠ smiled slyly at​ the others’ doubts.‌

Those​ who suffer under‌ a tradition rarely‌⁠ try to break​‌​ it afterward. The⁠‌ reason is simple.‌

“When​ the apprentices’ turn⁠ comes to be​‍‌ treated as masters,‌​ they’ll start respecting⁠ tradition more fervently‌‌​ than anyone.”

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