Standard of Reincarnation - Chapter 20

The Standard of Reincarnation Episode 20

Hansen, the field manager.

He was one of the artisans of Adenca who dealt with relatively cheap and fairly good quality weapons.

Geron found his workshop.

“What if I sell a defective product?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? Is it defective?”

“It means that the scabbard, which is only 15 days old, is on the verge of breaking like this.”

“Look where you are.”

Despite being in his 60s, he was muscular.

Being a dwarf family, he was short, but weighed over 100 kg.

Hansen, who was examining the scabbard, frowned.

“what’s this?”

“why?”

The scabbard was not cracked by an external shock.

It cracked on the inside.

“The signs are very strange. Take out your sword.”

After accepting the sword, Hansen examined it for a long time.

“Have you had any serious sparring recently?”

“no?”

“Or you bumped into a famous sword several times.”

“Never have I.”

“Have you ever fought a monster with sharp teeth?”

“I don’t have it with this sword.”

“But why?”

It was invisible to the unmanned eye, but visible to the blacksmith’s.

“why?”

Hansen walked into the forge and pulled out a small hammer.

“Give me.”

“why?”

“anyway.”

Hansen took Geron’s sword and put it on the workbench.

And the talk! hit it

“What are you doing?”

“I know when I see it.”

After a while, cracks began to form on the blade.

Soon the entire sword shattered like a window.

“What are you doing!”

“Your sword may not be a great sword, but it won’t become like this with this level of shock.”

Hansen’s expression became serious.

“Your sword is already in a state where its lifespan is about to expire.”

“How recently did you buy it?”

“So it’s not strange.”

After thinking for a moment, Hansen suggested.

“Hand over the broken sword to me.”

“Eh? why?”

“I need to do some research.”

“Then what do I write? You’re not cheating because you don’t want a refund, are you?”

“This guy?”

“It’s a joke, a joke.”

“I’ll mix it with black steel to make a better sword.”

“Is that true?”

“Instead, tell me everything you did with this sword.”

“I didn’t do anything special…”

There was no special mission for 15 days.

All he did was sparring with his teammates, which he always did.

However, when I thought about it, there was one difference.

“Ah, I’ve been doing some map sparring lately.”

“Map Dalian?”

“yes. I got to know Confucius Vincenzo a bit.”

Dwarf Hansen’s ears twitched.

“Tell me in detail.”

* * *

Hansen was startled.

“Vinchen’s sword was ‘Hongryeon’?”

“yes. It seems that the head of the family gave it to me.”

“her. Are you saying that Khan gave you Hongryeon? Wouldn’t that be a lie?”

Hansen referred to Khan simply as ‘Khan’.

Jeron remembered the fact that Hansen and Khan had been working together since childhood.

Jeron’s attitude became a little more polite.

“Why would I lie?”

“That’s right. Hmm.”

Hansen slightly frowned.

‘It’s a sword I cherished quite a bit when I was younger. You mean you gave it to the ugly Vincen?’

It’s strange that Khan gave the sword.

It was even more strange that the sword was a red lotion.

Hansen was a person who knew Hongryeon better than anyone else.

Because he was the one who made Hongryeon.

‘And the state of Jeron’s sword is the strangest.’

They’re all weird, but this one was the weirdest.

Hongryeon was a sword he made almost 40 years ago.

‘It doesn’t make sense that Jeron’s sword was made like this with Hongryeon.’

Manufacturing technology has developed remarkably in the last 40 years.

The average sword of today is sharper and sharper than the medium grade sword of 40 years ago.

‘Vinchen doesn’t have any characteristics.’

Furthermore, isn’t the opponent a 5-star soldier?

Conceptually, this was impossible.

“I need to meet Vinchen.”

“yes?”

“Guide me.”

“I didn’t even make an appointment, right away?”

“If you put your mind to it, Khan is just someone you meet, you bastard.”

“That’s the same…”

Jeron made a very sad expression.

Hansen entered somewhere in the studio and came out with a sword.

“ruler. A sword forged from black steel. The purity is about 20%.”

“Let’s go.”

Hansen went straight to the annex.

“But why are you suddenly like that? I also need a reason to tell Confucius. What if I get scolded for visiting blindly?”

“Is that ugly person scolding people?”

“You are completely obsessed with the news of the world. Confucius Vincenzo has become a completely different person, have you not heard of it? They said they smashed the winner of the Jingeomhoedong and subdued even the red demon.”

Hansen was confined to the smithy, so he didn’t know much about what was going on in the world.

“Heung, it’s so natural for Adenka’s immediate family that they say things that are normal.”

Still, he gave me an excuse.

“A lot of time has passed since Hongryeon was made. It’s because I want to take care of Hongryeon.”

“If it’s that kind of justification, Confucius will like it too.”

I thought I was lucky.

Hansen, an old friend of Khan and the night manager, wants to take care of Hongryeon.

This kind of justification would be a good enough justification to suddenly find Vincen.

* * *

The dwarves were a race that produced many outstanding nightsmiths.

Among the nightsmiths, those who were particularly outstanding were called ‘nightmasters’, and most of the nightsmiths were dwarfs.

They were proficient in various smelting and manufacturing techniques, and were natural blacksmiths born with such blessings and characteristics.

Among them, Hansen was quite special.

A senior god who competes for supremacy among fire gods. ‘Hera’, also called ‘the faceless flame’.

A senior god who competes for supremacy among the crafting gods. ‘Mager’, also called ‘anvil of eons’.

He was a dwarf who was born with both blessings at the same time.

He first met Khan when he was 13 years old.

At the time, Khan was 6 years old.

Khan said that he would like to have a good swordsman as his subordinate because he needed a good sword.

Hansen naturally laughed at such a khan.

“I’ll do it if you beat me, human kid.”

That is how the two of them met.

“You little kid is not even worth a handful hahaha!”

The dwarf Hansen defeated the human Khan.

At that time, Khan’s arm was broken.

“Try another challenge, kid!”

and after 6 months.

Khan came to Hansen again.

Hansen was a little taken aback.

‘Human race 6 years old? Why do you get stronger so quickly?’

Humans are inherently weaker than other races.

So, growth in the beginning was on the slow side.

‘Aren’t you much stronger than six months ago?’

The day was a draw.

The two fell together.

Another six months passed.

From then on, Khan began to dominate.

Khan was 9 years old and Hansen was 16 years old.

“shit. I’m no match now.”

Hansen had a hunch.

Now I can never beat Khan.

Khan said.

“Is it time to keep our promise?”

Hansen left the dwarf tribe and moved to Khan’s residence.

“what? Were you a direct descendant of Adenka?”

“Does that matter?”

“It’s not like that.”

Hansen chuckled.

I never thought that kid would be a direct descendant of Adenka.

Anyway, Hansen settled in Adenka at the age of 16.

“Which color is the most striking?”

“Red?”

“Then I’d like you to make me a red sword.”

“You want the sword to be made red? Are you insane?”

“why? Can’t you?”

“I like plain black. It is perfect to become a prey of fame after holding a sword full of characteristics.”

At that, Khan laughed.

“If you raise a red sword, everyone will run at me.”

“then. Even if the number of people aiming for that sword fails, there will be thousands. And I’ll take that sword It will be proof that you defeated Adenka’s direct line.”

“Even better.”

If you can’t overcome even that, you can’t be called a warrior.

“Ahh yes, it makes it.”

The 17-year-old Hansen was far from being a great field player.

However, I did my best to make a red sword.

Khan, who accepted the sword, said with delight.

“Engrave your name on the hilt (sword handle).”

A great soldier always accompanies an excellent weapon.

As the reputation of the warrior increases, the reputation of the field also increases.

So, the field managers wanted to engrave their names on the hilt.

On the contrary, soldiers tended not to want to engrave the name of the field commander.

It was because I could hear the so-called ‘thanks to the weapon’.

“yet. I’ll make you a better sword later.”

“I think this is a great sword too.”

This is a great sword too.

Those words were a great stimulus to Hansen.

“But if you don’t want to, I’ll write your name later. Name this sword instead.”

Hansen thought for a moment before opening his mouth.

“How is Hongryeon?”

“The name of this sword is Hongryeon.”

Hansen worked hard every day to make a ‘sword that can be engraved with a name’.

In this way, the famous sword ‘Baekik (白翼)’ was born later.

Incidentally, Khan had never been deprived of ‘Hongryun’.

And more time passed, Hansen said.

“Cannes. Now I want you to set me free.”

“You don’t want to make weapons anymore?”

“no. Quite the opposite. The problem is that I want to make too many.”

Hansen no longer made ‘famous swords’.

He began to concentrate on mass-producing moderately good mid-grade swords.

Khan asked.

“Is it for money?”

But I know very well that it is not.

Hansen was not greedy for money.

“I saw a boy killed by a two-headed orc the other day. He was a pretty good guy.”

“If you had good skills, you wouldn’t have been killed by a two-headed orc.”

“If the boy had a good sword, he would have lived.”

“That was my lack of skill.”

“I’m not trying to make you understand. I just think it would be nice if money wasn’t skill.”

So, Hansen immersed himself in the research of mass-producing swords of relatively good quality at a cheaper price, and was heavily criticized by field chiefs.

– A traitor who abandoned craftsmanship.

– A blacksmith whose name is embarrassing.

However, Hansen quietly went his own way.

The honor was lost, but he thought it was okay.

‘Someone would have survived today with the sword I made.’

Thanks to Hansen, the overall level of workshops was leveled upwards, and the prices of weapons were adjusted downwards.

Then he found Vincen.

* * *

Close to midnight.

Geron brought someone.

The door opened and the person who appeared was a man with a stocky physique.

Vinchen could tell as soon as he saw him.

‘It’s a great blacksmith.’

This was an instinctive sense that he had accumulated while meeting numerous people.

A person’s years and experiences are imprinted on his body.

A trained warrior can feel it intuitively.

It was the realm of the ‘sixth sense’ that Julian disparaged for being so barbaric.

he said right away

“Show me some Hongryeon, kid.”

The blacksmith’s distinctive incense and physique caught his eye.

Jeron said embarrassedly.

“I’m sorry, Gongja-nim. Because he yelled at me that I had to come so blindly. He said that he would take care of Confucius’ Hongryeon, so he had no choice but to bring it. The author is a field manager with excellent skills, so he will be able to take care of Hongryeon.”

“Looking at you embarrassed, you seem to know that it’s not polite.”

Vinchen’s eyes turned to Jeron’s waist.

He realized at once that Geron had obtained a new sword.

“I’ll give you one chance, Jeron.”

I decided to give you a chance to correct your mistakes.

Geron’s face turned bright red.

In fact, he knows.

That ‘taking care of Hongryeon’ was just a justification.

‘It must have been written on something for a while.’

Jerone stood up with an alert posture.

I decided not to make excuses.

“sorry.”

Knowing full well that an apology that is merely a word is meaningless, he set the entire scabbard down in front of Vincen.

“Please take it away. For a while, greed covered my eyes and I did stupid things.”

Vincen looked at Jeron blankly and said.

“Jeron. I would have listened to your request.”

At those words, Geron bowed his head.

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to hide somewhere.

But at that time, Vincen brought out an unexpected word.