Standard of Reincarnation - Chapter 77

The Legend of Reincarnation Episode 77

Doolan lost his balance and almost collapsed when he heard a strange voice.

– Oh are you my master? I can’t talk long, so I’ll tell you briefly, ahem.

Doolan had a hard time accepting the situation for a while.

“Confucius. I can hear your voice.”

“A voice?”

“yes. It’s a bizarre feeling, like a voice going right into my head. It’s definitely different from magic or the mana and voice transmission of warriors…”

“Ah.”

Vinchen shrugged.

“Something like a revelation?”

“…do you hear the revelations?”

“Did you not know?”

Come to think of it, it seemed that he hadn’t told Doolan.

It was no exaggeration to say that the only people who knew about this were Khan and Versailles.

– I don’t think there is a revelation.

It might be because Yulian himself was a god, but he seemed to be wary of the birth of another god.

It felt like the first child who was wary of his younger brother, so Vincen laughed.

‘Then what?’

-It’s like a piece with an ego. For example, something like the Ego Sword. But the energy I feel is weak, so I think it will disappear soon. It’s a will, but it’s barely a level. Still, it’s amazing that it’s been maintained for 500 years.

Doolan soon discovered that the Holy Grail had an ego.

I heard some stories from the Holy Grail.

“haha. I hadn’t even thought of this.”

It is said that when the Holy Grail is completely empty, it will choose its owner.

The person who infuses divine energy above a certain level into the Holy Grail becomes its owner.

“Somehow… I’ve been chosen as the master, and it seems I’m the only one who can handle the Holy Grail.”

Doolan could feel some of the Grail’s ‘self’.

It was similar to how Vincen and Julian were mentally connected.

“The Holy Grail is acting incredibly proud.”

“Are you bragging?”

“It is said that since the ego has awakened, it is possible to make more pure holy water. It boasts that it can produce a large amount of potion by diluting it.”

Vinchen felt Yulian startled.

He seemed to feel a great sense of rivalry with his Holy Grail ego.

– He’s a pretty good guy.

Vincen laughed.

“With such an object, Priest Dulan’s position would be better.”

“no.”

Doolan said something unexpected.

“Please keep it as secret as possible.”

“Why?”

“First, I do not yet have the strength to guard this treasure.”

He is a second-class priest, but there are many priests who compete with him.

Not only Gaia, but also other temple forces are working hard for the ‘high priest’.

“Because I haven’t even organized the Holy Knights for myself yet.”

“…okay.”

“And this is the most important reason.”

Doolan was silent for a moment.

I contemplated 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 potion through holy water…”

He bit his teeth tightly.

I could tell without seeing it with my own eyes.

“The benefit will not go to those who are really sick and sick. High-ranking priests will collude with the rich. Gaia will become a more greedy monster.”

That was not what Doolan wanted.

Even if it was a little late, it should have moved in the right direction.

“Confucius needs holy water anyway, so could you take care of the holy water in Adenka?”

And the Holy Grail said.

He seemed to care nothing about Doolan’s opinion or will.

It seemed like it was time to leave, having done all the bragging rights.

-Whoa I boasted enough, so I’m leaving now Don’t forget that I’m proud! this much!

The Holy Grail’s ego disappeared.

* * *

Versa got off the bed.

She was wearing a light nightgown.

Despite being completely unarmed, I could still feel the momentum of an absolute being.

“What are you doing at this late hour?”

“I have something to discuss with you, so I risked rudeness to come to you, mother.”

We talked about the holy water.

“We need a warehouse where secrets will not be leaked, but where it is safe enough to keep our treasures and managed by someone we can trust.”

“There are definitely warehouses that manage treasures in Adenka.”

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 rich people entrusted their treasures to the secret storage of the highest-ranking armed families like Adenka.

Of course, it required a lot of money.

Versa didn’t tell him how much it was, and Vincen didn’t ask him in detail.

“I will pay the same price as everyone else.”

The price was money.

“Do you have that much money?”

“I will make it.”

“how?”

“Lord Vargon is my patron.”

“Sir Vargon is nothing more than a 5th ring wizard who manages the Red Fortress. No matter how much wealth he has accumulated as a mage other than the Tower, it is impossible. His salary couldn’t possibly cover the cost.”

“Looks like you haven’t heard the news yet. Lord Vargon inherited a vast inheritance. The legacy of the owner of the 6 Magic Tower.”

“So, will he be able to afford the astronomical cost?”

“I will make it like that. Stay tuned. However, there are things that your mother will also consider.”

I don’t know how much recovery effect the potion made through the Holy Grail has.

It is a fact that can only be known when it is actually produced.

“The one who inherited the power of the Holy King was selected as a keepsake left by the Holy King. Ingredients for the potion he will make are piled up in Adenka’s warehouse. I think this will be of great help to Adenka’s strength in the future.”

“Nothing has been built yet.”

“But the possibility certainly exists.”

Versa burst into laughter.

“so? What do you want?”

“Please revert some of the holy water to Adenka, but cut the cost by half. That is what I propose.”

“Are you saying that we should just look at the possibilities and give up the established profits?”

Vinchen looked straight into Versa’s eyes.

Versa is the person who actually rules Adenca.

Simply being strong is not enough.

It required extensive economic knowledge and wisdom.

Sometimes I had to have a pulpit too.

So I had the confidence to convince him.

“That’s why it will be an opportunity to acquire holy water at a low price, mother.”

Versa thought for a moment.

I judged that there was a point in what Vinchen said.

“First of all, get the patronage contract from Lord Vargon. Let’s think about it then.”

* * *

Buried in a pile of papers, Vargon sighed.

I was already busy, but I had to receive a report on Vinchen’s return.

“… and the mission is completed. I will finish the report.”

“Good work.”

“And I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“A sponsorship agreement is required.”

Vargon put down the pen he was holding.

I looked at Vincent.

Vargon’s eyelids were stained black.

“Both this guy and that guy are so shameless.”

If it was the usual Vargon, he would have grasped the context more closely and examined whether there was any validity to Vincen’s words.

But now, Vargon was suffering too much.

“yes?”

“no. It is nothing.”

just 4 hours ago.

Herka begged me to borrow money.

He was so tenacious that Vargon lent him money, feeling that he was avoiding dog poop because it was dirty.

“…talk about it.”

holy water.

And he brought up a story related to the Adenka secret warehouse.

“That’s a much more progressive and constructive story than Lord Herka. However, it is impossible to proceed with sponsorship at random with only prospects and possibilities. There has to be performance to have support.”

“You haven’t seen it yet?”

Vinchen took out the ‘Wind Sound’ newsletter from the subspace and listened.

A provocative headline appeared.

[The Red Fortress’s ninth-class cadet, Gaia’s first-class priest kneels.]

“…If the content is biased like this, isn’t it a bribe from reporter Maria?”

“I knew that and prepared more.”

I pulled out some more newsletters.

There were only stories that raised the status of the Red Fort and Adenka.

It was right that Vincen had achieved great results.

‘I didn’t know what was going on in the world because I was buried in a pile of paperwork.’

I just got a fever

Because of Herka, I felt disconnected from the world.

Vinchen continued.

“Leaving behind the past stories of defeating Kagon or the name of each person, how many of the 9th grade cadets were saluted by the 1st grade priest? What about the cadet who received the nameplate of a second-class priest?”

“So you’re being so bold to ask for money?”

“That’s what I said out of necessity, since you say there must be results.”

“Grunt.”

Vargon touched his forehead.

“That alone is not enough. Are you saying you know the cost of Adenka’s vault? Even if I pour my whole life salary, it’s hard to maintain a month. There is still time, so prove your achievements further. I’ll think about the sponsorship related to the vault later.”

Although there is an inheritance of the lord of the butop, it was his sister’s property.

I had no intention of wasting it recklessly.

“Only a minimum number of people need to know about this. Time is life. And with some kind of deal, we can cut the cost in half.”

“Can’t even do that. It’s outrageously expensive though.”

Vargon turned his gaze to the pile of papers again.

Vargon felt that Vincen was a little too drugged up.

It seemed a little bit embarrassing.

“I’m giving money, so why are you feeling unfair? It’s a strange thing.”

For some reason, it felt like a little bit of stress was relieved.

It felt like some of the stress from Herka had been blown away.

Vinchen said as if he was very much intoxicated.

“Then what if I get something like a handwritten recommendation from Mrs. Versailles?”

“her? A handwritten recommendation letter from Mrs. Versailles?”

Versa is the hostess of Adenka, famous for being strict with her children.

Even Princess Deia received a letter of recommendation when she was a second-class cadet.

Vargon laughed.

“It looks like the medicine has gone up a lot, so isn’t it too short? You say time is life?”

“I can take it.”

“Then try it.”

“If you receive it, will you write a sponsorship agreement?”

“I will.”

“Please swear by mana.”

“Don’t swear.”

Only then did Vincen laugh.

“Here it is. A handwritten recommendation from Mrs. Versailles.”

Vargon’s eyelids turned even blacker.

* * *

Vargon signed the sponsorship agreement and handed it to Vinchen.

“You don’t feel very pleasant.”

“sorry. I was in too much of a hurry, so I wrote an expedient.”

“no. Hurry up and come back.”

Vargon nodded and looked at Vinchen’s back as he walked away.

‘It’s interesting.’

In fact, when he heard about the holy water, even Vargon was shocked.

He had already made the decision that if he could afford the current cost, he would return as a great fortune in the future.

So, he listened to Vinchen’s suggestion and was very curious about how Vinchen would convince him.

‘Am I going to stab you in the back like this?’

I felt like I was punched by Vincen.

Thanks for making me feel better.

‘I thought he would be upright and honest.’

So it gets blown away by the strong wind.

Sometimes you have to be able to look like that.

‘I like it.’

In the end, Vinchen successfully negotiated with Versa.

The middle manager of the ‘black’ grade treasure house directly managed by Versa was the chamberlain of Railsa.

In Versa’s letter, these contents were written.

[How about externally, Sir Vargon sponsoring it, but I do the actual sponsoring? You’ll be able to save a lot of money.]

Vargon thought for a while before replying.

[Thank you for the words, but I will do the sponsorship. It seems to be meaningful only then.]

After receiving the reply, Versa looked out the window and smiled.

“It’s unfortunate.”

After that, 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 something to ask.”

“say it.”

“I understand that you have written a new promotion recommendation letter for Prince Vincen.”

“It did.”

“May I ask what it contained?”

Versa looked back.

Railsa’s body flinched.

‘My wife is laughing heartily.’

Versa, who seldom laughs ‘for real’, was smiling.

It was something I hadn’t seen before, even as a rail company.

“That’s right.”

Versa continued.