The Rule of Reincarnation Episode 77
Doolan, who lost his balance and almost fell, heard a strange voice.
-Oh, are you my master? I can’t speak for a long time, so I’ll keep it short, ahem.
The situation was difficult for Doolan to accept for a while.
“Confucius. “I hear a voice.”
“Voice?”
“yes. It’s a strange feeling, as if a voice is being transmitted straight to my head. It’s definitely different from magic or the mana voice transmission of warriors… … .”
“ah.”
Vincen shrugged his shoulders.
“Something like a revelation?”
“… … Do you also hear revelations?”
“Didn’t you know?”
When I thought about it, it seemed like I hadn’t told Dulan.
It was no exaggeration to say that the only people who knew that fact were Khan and Versa.
-I don’t think it’s revelation.
Perhaps it was because Julian himself was a miscellaneous god, but he seemed to be wary of the birth of another miscellaneous god.
Vincen burst into laughter because he felt like an older child who was wary of his younger sibling.
‘Then what is it?’
-It’s like a piece with an ego. For example, something like Ego Sword. But the energy I feel is so weak that it seems like it will disappear soon. It’s barely there at all. Still, it is amazing that it has been maintained for 500 years.
Dulan soon learned that the Holy Grail had an ego.
I heard some stories from Holy Grail.
“haha. “I never thought about this.”
It is said that when the Holy Grail is completely empty, an owner will be chosen.
The person who breathes a certain level of divine energy into the Holy Grail becomes its owner.
“I guess… … I have been chosen to be the master and seem to be the only one who can handle the Holy Grail.”
Doolan could feel the Holy Grail’s ‘self’ to some extent.
It was in a similar context to how Vincen and Julian were mentally connected.
“The Holy Grail is showing off incredibly well.”
“Are you showing off?”
“It is said that since the ego has awakened, it is possible to create purer holy water. “They boast that they can produce large quantities of potions by diluting it.”
Vincen felt Julian startled.
It seemed like he felt a great deal of competition with Holy Grail’s ego.
-He’s quite a guy.
Vincen grinned.
“With such a piece, Priest Dulan’s position would be better.”
“no.”
Doolan said something unexpected.
“Please keep it as secret as possible.”
“Why?”
“First of all, I don’t have the strength to protect this treasure yet.”
Although he is a second-class priest, there are numerous priests competing with him.
Not only Gaia, but other temple forces are also working towards the ‘Great Priest’.
“I haven’t even been able to form a group of Holy Knights for myself yet.”
“… … okay.”
“And this is the most important reason.”
Doolan was silent for a moment.
I wondered whether I should speak up or not.
“It’s like spitting in my face, but as you can see, Gaia is very rotten. If you can produce a large amount of potions using holy water… … .”
I clenched my teeth.
I could tell without looking.
“Those who are truly sick and sick will not benefit. High-ranking priests will collude with the rich. Gaia will become an increasingly greedy monster.”
That wasn’t what Doolan wanted.
Even if it was a little late, we had to move in the right direction.
“Confucius also needs holy water anyway, so could Adenka take care of the holy water for you?”
And the Holy Grail spoke.
He didn’t seem to care about Dulan’s opinions or will.
Now that I was done showing off, it seemed like it was time to leave.
-Hehe, I’ve boasted enough, so I’m leaving now. Don’t forget how proud I am! this much!
The Holy Grail’s ego disappeared.
* * *
Bertha got off the bed.
She was wearing pajamas made of light material.
Even though it was completely unarmed, it still felt like an absolute power.
“What are you doing at this late hour?”
“I have something important to discuss with you, so I came to you at the risk of being rude, mother.”
We talked about holy water.
“Therefore, we need a warehouse where secrets will not leak out, a place safe enough to protect our treasures, and managed by a trustworthy person.”
“There are definitely warehouses in Adenka that manage treasures.”
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Some of them are directly managed by Versa.
“What price would you pay to rent the safest safe in the world?”
The phrase ‘the safest safe in the world’ was by no means an exaggeration.
It was also true that the rich entrusted their treasures to the secret warehouses of top military families such as Adenka.
Of course, a huge amount of money was needed.
Bertha did not tell him how much it was, and Vincennes did not ask him in detail.
“I will pay the same price as everyone else.”
The price was money.
“Do you have that much wealth?”
“I will make it.”
“how?”
“Lord Vargon is my patron.”
“Lord Vargon is just a five-ring wizard who manages the Red Fortress. No matter how much wealth he has accumulated as a wizard outside of the tower, it is impossible. “There is no way he could cover the costs with his salary.”
“I guess you haven’t heard the news yet. Lord Vargon inherited a vast inheritance. “It is the legacy of the 6-horse pagoda master.”
“Does that mean he will be able to bear the astronomical costs?”
“I will make it so. Please stay tuned. However, there is something for your mother to consider as well.”
It is unknown to what extent the potion created through the Holy Grail has a healing effect.
This is a fact that can only be known when it is actually produced.
“The one who inherited the power of the Holy King was chosen as a relic left by the Holy King. The ingredients for the potion he will make are piling up in Adenca’s warehouse. I believe this will be of great help to Adenka’s strength in the future.”
“Nothing has been made yet.”
“But the possibility certainly exists.”
Bertha burst out laughing.
“so? “What do you want?”
“Please attribute a portion of the holy water to Adenka, but reduce the cost by half. That’s what I propose.”
“Are you saying we should give up guaranteed profits based on only the possibilities?”
Vincen looked straight into Bertha’s eyes.
Bertha is the person who practically rules Adenca.
Simply having strong military power is not enough.
Extensive economic knowledge and wisdom were required.
Sometimes there had to be a pulpit as well.
So I had the confidence to persuade him.
“So this will be an opportunity to obtain holy water at a low price, Mother.”
Bertha thought for a moment.
I decided that what Vincen said made sense.
“First, get Lord Vargon’s sponsorship agreement. “Let’s think about it then.”
* * *
Bargon, who was buried in a pile of documents, sighed.
I was already so busy that I had to receive a report on Vincen’s return.
“… … And the mission was completed. “I will finish the report.”
“Good work.”
“And I have something to tell you.”
“What?”
“I need a sponsorship agreement.”
Vargon put down the pen he was holding.
I looked at Vincen.
Vargon’s eyelids were stained black.
“This guy or that guy is so shameless.”
A normal Bargon would have examined the context more closely and examined whether Vincen’s words had any validity.
However, Bargon was currently in a very distressed state.
“yes?”
“no. It is nothing.”
Just 4 hours ago.
Herca begged me to lend her money.
They were so persistent that Bargon lent them money with the feeling that he was avoiding them because they were dirty dogs with poop on them.
“… … “Let’s talk.”
Holy water.
And he brought up a story related to the Adenka secret warehouse.
“It’s a much more progressive and constructive story than Lord Herka. However, sponsorship cannot be carried out haphazardly based only on prospects and possibilities. “There must be results to get support.”
“You haven’t seen it yet?”
Vincen took out the ‘Sound of the Wind’ newsletter from subspace.
I saw a provocative headline.
[A 9th grade cadet of the Red Fortress, kneeling a 1st grade priest of Gaia.]
“… … “If the content is this biased, didn’t they bribe reporter Maria?”
“I knew that would happen, so I prepared more.”
I took out some more newsletters.
There were only stories that greatly raised the status of the Red Fortress and Adenka.
It was true that Vincen achieved great results.
‘I didn’t know what was going on in the world because I was buried in a pile of documents.’
I got feverish for no reason.
Because of Herka, I felt disconnected from the world.
Vincen continued.
“Leaving aside past stories such as defeating Kagon or being famous, how many of the 9th grade cadets have been saluted by a 1st grade priest? “What about the cadet who received the nameplate of a second-class priest?”
“So, are you asking for money so shamelessly?”
“You said that there must be results, so I had no choice but to bring it up.”
“Grunt.”
Vargon touched his forehead.
“That alone is not enough. Do you know the cost of Adenka’s vault? Even if I spend my entire life’s salary, it would be difficult to sustain it for one month. There is still time to further prove your achievements. “I’ll think twice about donating money related to the safe later.”
There was an inheritance from the vice-pagoda owner, but it was his sister’s property.
I had no intention of wasting it carelessly.
“Only the minimum number of people should know about this matter. Time is life. You can also save half the cost through some kind of deal.”
“That’s not enough. “Still, it’s ridiculously expensive.”
Vargon turned his attention to the pile of documents again.
Vargon felt that Vincen also seemed a little upset.
It seemed a little unfair.
“I’m the one giving you the money, so why are you feeling unfair? “It’s strange.”
For some reason, I felt like my stress was relieved a little.
It felt like some of the stress I received from Herka was gone.
Vincen said as if he was very intoxicated.
“Then what if I receive something like a handwritten letter of recommendation from Madame Bertha?”
“her? Lady Bertha’s handwritten letter of recommendation?”
Bertha is the mistress of Adenca, famous for being strict with her children.
Even Princess Deia received a letter of recommendation when she was a second-class cadet.
Bargon laughed.
“It looks like the medicine has gone up a lot, but isn’t that why there are so few promises? “They say time is life?”
“I can take it.”
“Then try it.”
“If I receive it, will you write me a sponsorship agreement?”
“Sure.”
“Please swear by Mana.”
“Don’t swear.”
Only then did Vincen smile.
“Here it is. “Madame Bertha’s handwritten letter of recommendation.”
Vargon’s eyelids turned even blacker.
* * *
Vargon signed the sponsorship agreement and handed it to Vincennes.
“I don’t feel very happy.”
“sorry. “I was in a hurry so I took a shortcut.”
“no. “Take care of it quickly and come back.”
Bargon bowed and looked at Vincen’s back as he walked away.
‘That’s interesting.’
In fact, when he heard about the holy water, Bargon was also shocked.
I had already decided that if I could cover the current expenses, it would be a great fortune in the future.
So, I listened to Vincen’s suggestion well and was very curious about how Vincen would persuade him.
‘Are you going to stab me in the back like this?’
I felt like I had been punched by Vincen.
Thanks to you, I feel better.
‘I thought you would just be upright and honest.’
So it gets bent by strong winds.
Sometimes you have to be able to look like that.
‘I like it.’
In the end, Vincen successfully negotiated negotiations with Versa.
In the ‘black’ grade treasure warehouse directly managed by Versa, the middle manager was Railsa Chamberlain.
This was written in Bertha’s letter.
[How about a plan where Lord Vargon provides external support, but I provide actual support? You will be able to save a lot of money.]
Bargon thought for a while before replying.
[Thank you for your words, but I will provide the support. That seems to be meaningful.]
After receiving the reply, Bertha looked out the window and smiled.
“It’s a shame.”
Afterwards, the city’s chief chamberlain, Railsa, asked:
“What do you mean?”
“I missed a good investment opportunity. “I was too greedy.”
A moment of silence passed between the two.
The first person to speak was Railsa.
“I have a question.”
“say it.”
“I understand that you have written a new recommendation letter for Prince Vincent.”
“It did.”
“May I ask what it contained?”
Versa looked back.
Railsa’s body flinched in surprise.
‘The wife is smiling sincerely.’
Bertha, who rarely laughed ‘really’, was laughing.
It was a sight I had rarely seen even as a rail company.
“That’s it.”
Bertha continued.
fantasy,
