Standard of Reincarnation - Chapter 21

The 21st episode of reincarnation,

Vinchen shrugged, picked up the scabbard, and handed it back.

“Congratulations on getting a good sword.”

At those words, Jeron was quite shocked.

Vinchen’s behavior just now.

It also meant forgiveness.

Jeron’s body trembled slightly as he received the sword.

The 14-year-old Vinchen had class.

‘Who am I facing?’

I felt that my own appearance was so contrasted with him.

I was ashamed and didn’t have the courage to accept the sword.

“receive. Then I will be able to forgive you.”

“thank you.”

“I hope you don’t forget today’s shame.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Gongja-nim.”

Seeing that, Hansen narrowed his eyes and said, “Ohhh.”

It was quite a different look and attitude from the Vinchen he knew through rumors.

I had never imagined such a Vinchen.

“Isn’t the manner in which you deliver your soul quite dignified? ha ha ha! This is not the Vinchen I heard about.”

While Hansen burst out laughing, Yulian quickly explained.

– Hansen. He is the creator of the famous sword ‘Baekik’ and is said to be an old friend of his father. Well, after I gave up making the famous sword, I lost contact with my father. Anyway, he is a field manager who is known to have abandoned the master’s spirit. I was almost kicked out of the field world.

‘why?’

-It’s because a lot of good quality swords were printed like industrial products.

That meant that Hansen was the one who made it possible for many soldiers to be equally supplied with high-quality weapons.

‘You’re a wonderful person.’

Vinchen bowed her head towards Hansen.

“I will greet you formally. I am Vincen Adenca, Chil Gong of Adenca.”

“They said he was a very ugly coward. Was that all nonsense?”

“Isn’t that something that should grow over time?”

“I don’t think it’s growth, but transformation?”

“I will understand that as a compliment. thank you.”

It was a bit unexpected for Julian.

-Did you think that your older brother’s personality would disrespect you for being rude to that old man?

close to midnight.

He came to me without saying anything in advance and told me to give him Hongryeon.

Jeron’s fault was clearly mentioned and an apology was obtained from Jeron.

Hansen thought that Vinchen would be angry with him as well.

That seemed odd to Hansen too.

“You don’t seem to be scared of me.”

Hansen’s eyes narrowed.

“Why aren’t you angry?”

“That’s…”

Some time passed.

“Because you are more honorable than anyone who gave up being an honorable nightsmith.”

“what?”

Hansen laughed as if it was absurd.

“Are you using the word cowardly traitor?”

“You know very well that it’s not like that.”

Vincen looked at Hansen with calm eyes.

He had no intention of blaming Hansen.

“He’s a strange guy.”

“In return for giving up my own honor, I would have raised the honor of countless warriors and saved them.”

For the unmanned, a quality weapon is another life.

Countless people lived thanks to the abandonment of honor as a field chief.

Since he was the one who gave life to the warriors, it was only right that he be courteous on this side.

“If there had been a field farmer like you a long time ago, many great warriors would have been produced.”

Unfortunately, there was no such field 500 years ago.

At that time, mana was more unrefined than it is now, and if mana was handled incorrectly, the sword would break.

There were also countless warriors who were stabbed to death or seriously injured by their own swords.

“You speak as if the young man has lived a long time ago.”

Then Hansen was silent for a while.

‘I feel very strange.’

he said bluntly.

“I’m doing it to make money anyway, so there’s no need to give it too much credit.”

“In that case, you would have made a famous sword.”

The famous sword ‘White Wings’ used by the head of Adenca, Khan.

If the sword was newly crafted by the farmer who created the white wing, the value would not dare to be calculated.

“I think there are many rich people who would pay 10 million to get a sword like White Wings.”

It’s a lot different from the idioms and idiots.

If he was a decent person, it would have been better to produce industrial products.

However, for a handful of top-notch field managers like Hansen, creating masterpieces was much more efficient and better.

There is a way to achieve both wealth and fame, but Hansen did not go that route.

‘I am.’

Hansen was a bit moved.

He remembered what his master had taught him.

– Hansen. As long as there is one warrior who truly recognizes my worth, I can be said to be a successful blacksmith.

When I was young, that ‘one person’ was Khan.

It felt like meeting another person at dusk.

“Do that. It’s just that I can’t make a famous sword because I’m retired now.”

Hansen, half grumbling, changed the subject.

“How old are you?”

“I am fourteen.”

“Looking at you reminds me of someone from the past.”

Seeing this child’s eyes reminded me of Khan in the past.

Khan at that time recognized the value of the field.

It was the same with Vincen today.

“thank you.”

“Do you know who you think of?”

“It must mean something good.”

“Heng!”

“Look at that. You’re not saying no.”

Hansen looked at Vinchen as if he was dumbfounded.

Vinchen had a corner that was not like a 14-year-old child.

Hansen was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth.

“It’s done. Give me a red lotion.”

“Here it is.”

Vincen handed over Hongryeon.

After receiving the red lotus, Hansen aimed the red lotus at Vinchen.

“Is it possible for a warrior to give away his sword so easily to use it?”

Then Vinchen’s answer was spectacle.

“The unmanned sword hides the opponent.”

The unmanned sword protects me and my precious things from enemies.

The unmanned sword cuts through everything with malice.

The unmanned sword respects those who deserve respect.

“I handed it over because the opponent was an honorable field worker.”

“…”

Hansen snorted once more.

“You speak well.”

The absurdity was the same for Yulian.

-Aren’t you the type who can’t speak well? You said you learned martial arts all your life and don’t know anything else? Did you grease your tongue?

‘Isn’t this the realm of eloquence?’

– If that’s not eloquence, then what is it? Look, the old man was very moved.

This was not the realm of eloquence, but the realm of sincerity.

It was something I had always thought about and learned through my body, so there was no need for deep thought or excellent speech skills.

‘The truth is the law.’

-I don’t have anything to say because it really goes through.

Hansen drew his sword and examined Hongryeon carefully.

‘There are traces of time, but there are no traces of fierce sword fighting.’

he asked.

“You’ve been sparring with Jeron a lot lately, haven’t you?”

“yes.”

“Did you subdue the red demon with this?”

“It was.”

When swords collide with swords, the swords also get wounds.

The field commanders call this the ‘sword image’ of the sword.

‘There are no sword scars on Hongryeon.’

The red demon is a spiritual body, so even so, Jeron’s sword is not a spiritual sword.

What does this mean?

I definitely saw it with my own two eyes.

Jeron’s sword suffered a great wound to the point of ending its lifespan.

If so, there should have been a large sword scar in Hongryeon.

Because if there is an action, there is also a reaction.

“I don’t know what happened.”

If so, I thought I’d finally know if I bumped into myself.

“Can you show me your swordsmanship?”

“Now?”

“okay.”

‘It’s a bit difficult right now.’

Currently, Vinchen’s body was not normal.

The number of times I could reliably use the skill sword per day was only twice.

You’ve already used up all your stamina.

‘But this kind of opportunity is a rare opportunity.’

This was also the realm of the sixth sense.

Vinchen intuited that today’s meeting was a big ‘excitement’ and didn’t want to miss it.

But then a knock was heard.

“Is it okay if I go in, Mr. Gongja?”

It was a tax collector.

Seri overheard the conversation between Vinchen and Hansen when she was looking at Vinchen’s bed and was about to bring him some warm water.

“come in.”

Seri opened the door, entered, bowed lightly, and looked in Hansen’s direction.

“Ah Hansen. I. Seed.”

Seri was always kind, but her voice was a little different today.

Hansen’s body twitched.

It was fun.

At midnight, Adenka’s direct descendant came to visit without hesitation, curiously looking at the tax collector.

-Oh! Come to think of it, it was Hansen who brought the publican directly from the fallen Hisley family. The person who introduced Seri to Adenka was also that man. When Se-ri was very young, it was said that Uncle Hansen raised her.

The two said they were close to a half father-daughter relationship.

Come to think of it, even Hansen’s eyes, which seemed to be twisted, had a faint smile.

Vinchen had seen that faint smile before.

Seri often smiled like that at Vincen himself.

‘Sherry’s blind love for me…Did he learn from Hansen?’

Love is said to be my love.

Se-Ri’s unreasonable love seemed to have been learned from Hansen.

Vinchen was an unfamiliar kind of unlearned.

“Gongja-nim, it’s already been a long time since you went to bed. Do you know what time it is?”

“Still, I must see that guy’s sword.”

“You can see it tomorrow!”

“How do I know how my mind will change tomorrow? It’s the whims of the dwarves, don’t you know best?”

Seri was well aware of Vincen’s physical condition.

He had sparred with Jeron during the day, and he knew very well that it was time to rest.

‘It would be difficult for Confucius to say that he is having a hard time right now.’

So, after eavesdropping, I went out on purpose.

“Confucius needs to sleep.”

“Is the sun still in the middle of the day?”

“Medium? Are you in the middle? Uncle, did you say that you are in the middle of nowhere?”

Seri opened her ax eye.

“Don’t open your eyes like that. It’s scary.”

“My uncle also nagged me to go to bed early when I was 14.”

“…”

“I told you what to do so that your ears get scabs after midnight.”

“It’s all for you…”

“It’s my job to serve Confucius.”

Hansen looked at the tax collector without retorting.

Seri has grown into an adult, but she still looks like a child in Hansen’s eyes.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to visit Mr. Man’s studio often these days. I will visit often from now on.”

“joy.”

“yes?”

“Heng! I don’t really want anything like that.”

Hansen snorted, but seemed in a good mood.

Then he listened to the tax collector.

“Then tomorrow. What time can you come?”

Vincent answered.

“I’ll see you at 9 o’clock.”

Thanks to Seri, I bought time.

After finishing the magic cycle through meditation once, Vincen went to sleep.

Soon it was morning.

Vincen washed himself with cold water.

– You seem to be more nervous than during the Jin-Geom meeting?

‘Not nervous.’

-why?

‘Isn’t this the place to formally meet one of the most outstanding field managers of this era?’

In order to rise to the extreme as a martial artist, the help of a master was absolutely necessary.

From Vinchen’s point of view, this opportunity was a very good opportunity as an unmanned soldier.

‘What would my swordsmanship look like evaluated by a master of the present age?’

Vincent’s heart pounded.