Flash to East Flash to West (1)
The thinking of the Marquis Valentino was a little peculiar.
Unlike those who reacted admiringly at the series of processes that Roman Dmitry defeated the Kronos Empire and started the swordsmanship revolution, anticipation as a collector was boiling over.
Think about it.
Experience is what craftsmen value when they create art, and Roman Dmitry experienced things that ordinary people cannot experience.
if so.
What a great piece of art will come out.
The process of burning a defensive fortress alone, defeating 300,000 troops, and defeating Shefir will be a great inspiration to the craftsman.
after the war is over The Marquis of Valentino had a child.
I wanted to hear that Roman Dmitry had entered the smithy, but as time passed, there were no rumors.
One day.
Two days.
The sun rose and set.
About a month passed, Marquis Valentino was drinking wine and jumped up from his seat.
"I can't stand it like this!"
Like the nickname of the collector of greed.
When the child started riding, he couldn't control his emotions.
It is common for people of social standing to make advance appointments a few days in advance, but the Marquis Valentino headed for Dmitry, albeit rather late.
The sun was setting while we were moving.
Even though he knew that his actions were a nuisance, it seemed that he would not be able to sleep if he did not do this.
and currently.
"No, I tried to be as patient as possible because I was afraid of looking like a strange person. When are you going to make a new sword?"
Emotions erupted.
Looking at Roman Dmitry, who was sitting opposite, Marquis Valentino spit out the words he contained inside as if complaining.
"To be honest, I also felt miserable, so I really wanted to wait until Roman Dmitry-sama said that if it was possible, he would make it himself. But that's it. You didn't give a definite answer when you waged an all-out war with Kronos, but didn't you say that you would definitely review it in a 'positive' way? I can't sleep lately. There is me, who polishes the blade of the Blaze dozens of times every day and waits for the new image. Why don't you make a new sword thinking that it saves a person?"
was desperate
Contrary to the wretched expression that made the decision, the infinitely light remarks brought a smile to Roman Dmitry.
laughed
He was a fun person.
Although the all-out war between Kronos and Dmitry was a matter for the fate of the country, he was a unique human who wielded a 'sword' in the midst of it.
Even in previous lives, if it were the sword of Baek Jung-hyeok, there were many people who followed him with a bag of money.
But there was no one more obsessive than the Marquis of Valentino.
thinking about it.
For the first time, it was the Marquis of Valentino who overwhelms the figures of previous lives.
Roman Dmitry said.
"Even so, I was thinking of making a sword as soon as the situation is settled. I needed time to sort out my recent realizations, and there are parts I personally want to test. Just wait a month. It's not a promise to give the sword to the Marquis of Valentino, but I will make a new sword and give you the opportunity to purchase at least one sword from the Marquis of Valentino.
Moment.
Marquis Valentino's expression brightened.
With a bright expression on his face as if he had won the whole world, he nodded enthusiastically.
"Well thought! Thank you very much!
Even if it's not meant to be a gift.
The Marquis Valentino repeated the words of thoughtful thoughts with a smile on his face until the moment he left Dmitry.
* * *
a few days later.
Golden Bank really sent 1 million gold.
If the contents of the written pledge were not fulfilled, he would have been worried about the weakening of the validity of the numerous pledges received in the name of Golden Bank.
It was Roman Dmitry's intention.
If they did not send 1 million gold, they were going to use the pledge as an excuse to make the pledge of Golden Bank useless. On the other hand, if they sent 1 million gold, they would only receive money and end their relationship with them.
any choice.
It was an advantage for Dmitry.
The method of Golden Bank, which did not choose any means and methods enough to be called the devil of gold coins, rather caught Hoffman's ankles.
Things have cleared up somewhat.
Having solved all the problems in front of him, Roman Dmitry headed to the workshop, entrusting Chris to train the privates.
"Hans. I don't plan on going out of the studio for the next month or so. If something is important, we send a signal to let you know, and if it's not, all four lines can handle it."
Okay.
Hans nodded.
As it was a familiar situation for him, he naturally prepared the environment for Roman Dmitry to stay.
squeaky.
thud.
inside the workshop.
Only Roman Dmitry remained.
Looking at the hearth, Roman Dmitry picked up a hammer that was placed on the anvil.
'The act of making a sword is my identity that I repeated until the moment of my death. Through the sword, I can project what level of status I have reached as a warrior and what value I am currently pursuing.'
Meantime.
A lot has happened.
As the Marquis of Valentino had envisioned, the inspiration to create the sword was overflowing, and after many battles, it became incomparably stronger than when making 'Darkness'.
So I took it for a month.
I don't know how many swords I will make in the meantime, but I wanted to pour as much inspiration as possible within that time.
And.
I had something to try.
'The fire of fire.'
Hwareuk.
rumbling rumble.
A fire broke out.
A fire broke out in the hearth, and the flames burning around Roman Dmitry heated the interior of the workshop.
the power of fire.
If you could make a sword using the powerful fire power you've never experienced in your previous life, what type of sword can you make?
Even if the Marquis Valentino didn't come in the first place.
Roman Dmitry would have opened the door to his workshop within a few days, even to solve the questions that gripped his head.
It wasn't hot.
Even without needing to use the Chloride Sword, Roman Dmitry fell into the state of being one body.
gurgling rumbling.
engulfed in flames
It was spectacular.
Roman Dmitry finally tried his first hammer in the raging flames.
Kaang-
upbeat sound.
That's how the first day of the month started.
* * *
that time.
Hoffman slammed the desk with a blushing red face in simmering anger.
Quang!
"Roman Dmitry, only you guys dare to threaten me?!"
Golden Bank.
Historically, it is the center of power recognized by all.
In the course of Golden Bank, which wields its wealth like a seven-star aura, even if it were an empire, the relationship with Golden Bank was smooth.
But Roman Dmitry crossed the line.
He put a knife to the head of the Golden Bank banker and committed unprecedented atrocities, telling him to spit out 1 million gold if he wanted to live.
It was embarrassing.
Former bank president and former bank president.
I've never experienced anything like Hoffman.
The reason he did not pay special attention to the escort while visiting Roman Dmitry was that the more powerful he was, the more difficult it was to deal with the Golden Bank.
I believed in past experiences.
Roman Dmitry might not come out as servile as everyone else, but at least he didn't know how to make stupid, toothy choices against Golden Bank.
It was an obvious mistake.
Bowing to Roman Dmitry, Hoffman realized he had made a mistake in the comfort of power.
And now.
Sent 1 million gold.
It wasn't because he was trying to keep his promise.
As Roman Dmitry predicted, it could not allow a precedent to make excuses for people in order for the Golden Bank pledge not to lose its meaning.
On the oath book stamped with the seal of the bank president.
Even if it was done by intimidation, Hoffman had no choice but to offer the money, trembling in anger.
'Roman Dmitry. You picked the wrong opponent. From now on, I will show you clearly what it means to be hostile to the demon of gold coins.'
summoned the servant.
Knowing that Hoffman was not feeling well, Suha bowed her head as soon as she entered and did not make eye contact.
Hoffman said.
"What material did you ask for last time?"
"All investigations have been completed. Currently, there are four major companies that deal with the Dmitry family on a large scale in 'iron'. Valentino of Cairo Kingdom, Zenit of Kronos Empire, Muriel of Valhalla Empire, and Vincent of Kingdom Union. As you know, they are all the wealthy people who are leading the commercial sphere of the respective countries, and it can be said that they are responsible for 70% of the distribution of Dmitry's iron. The remaining 30% often go directly to Dmitry to purchase iron than expected. And Zenit of Kronos practically cut off dealings with Dmitry right after the war broke out."
70%.
It was a significant number.
Checking the data, Hoffman showed a sharp gaze.
"Roman Dmitry must be relieved that he has secured 1 million gold. But even in a situation where the business partners are cut off one by one, let's see if you will come to me and apologize for the past."
The power to defeat the sword.
that's gold
Money is absolute value, Hoffman was convinced from his own experience.
"The first target is Valentino. Book your warp to Cairo right now."
Okay.
Valentino.
A follower of Roman Dmitry.
However, if you are a merchant, you will never be able to ignore the contractual relationship you have had with Golden Bank.
laughed
The beginning of revenge.
Neither Kronos nor Valhalla, it would be the betrayal of his closest confidant.
* * *
Kairos.
Valentino's mansion.
Upon Hoffman's visit, the Marquis Valentino welcomed him with a bright face.
Welcome to.
"It's been a while, Marquis Valentino."
The atmosphere was friendly.
The wealthy and Golden Bank usually had no choice but to maintain good relations, and the Marquis of Valentino often met Hoffmann in private.
But as soon as I got to the reception room. At the fact that an unexpected person was present, Hoffman showed a slightly uncomfortable expression.
" Who is that?"
"This is Count Fabius. We had an appointment in advance, so we were having a conversation, and I thought it would be great if I could introduce you to Hoffman, so I suggested that we meet together. If there is any inconvenience, Count Fabius will send it first."
It was an ambiguous situation.
He didn't like Fabius knowing that he was Roman Dmitry's loyalist, but he thought it might be an interesting situation.
In front of Fabius. If the Marquis of Valentino betrayed Roman Dmitry, it would be a very interesting picture.
"You don't have to."
"Thank you for your consideration."
relocated
Count Fabius was watching from one side, and a painting was made in which the Marquis of Valentino and Hoffmann faced each other.
Hoffman said.
"The reason I said I was going to visit Marquis Valentino was because of a problem with Roman Dmitry."
" What do you mean?"
"I had a big trouble with Roman Dmitry this time. It's not unusual to have emotional problems on this floor, but the problem is that Roman Dmitry threatened my life with collateral. Marquis Valentino. The Golden Bank and the Dmitry family are completely over. From now on, Golden Bank will do anything to get revenge on Dmitry."
"Great."
As if the Marquis Valentino was in trouble, he swallowed a sigh.
It was an opportunity.
Hoffman pushed his opponent away without giving him a break.
"The reason I came to Valentino first was to establish a relationship with the Marquis. In fact, if you want to press Dmitry, you should first go to Count Muriel of Valhalla, but I wanted to tell the Marquis of Valentino about the situation first. I won't tell you back. Break the deal with Dmitry. If you accept my request, for ten years the Marquis Valentino will not receive interest on the money borrowed through the Golden Bank, but in the opposite case, you will have to think about vomiting up all the borrowed money as soon as the deadline is over.
It was carrots and a stick.
great signs.
They don't all do business with their own money.
Utilizing debt was the key to business, and the Marquis Valentino borrowed money from Golden Bank like other wealthy people.
Paying it all back was a lot of pressure.
In addition, it was not just a matter of simply paying off debt, but also had to think about the relationship with Golden Bank afterward.
Hoffman believed in the power of money.
By the way.
The Marquis of Valentino glanced at Count Fabius and said with a strange smile.
" I'm sorry, but I don't think I can ever betray Dmitry. The money borrowed from Golden Bank will be repaid as soon as possible. In fact, I've already been told by Roman Dmitry about this. Those who wish to maintain friendly relations with Dmitry in the future have told the Golden Bank not to leave room for pressure. And my choice, as you can see, is Dmitry."
"Marquis Valentino!"
Hoffman widened his eyes.
I was perplexed.
Valentino's debt would be tens of thousands of gold, but he didn't know that he would pay it back at once.
Moment.
One hypothesis came to mind.
Part of the 1 million gold that Roman Dmitry had received may have flowed into Valentino.
If they lent the Golden Bank money instead, the justification for betraying Dmitry could only be weakened.
Hoffman was ferocious.
"Do not make hasty decisions on this matter. If you decline my offer, Golden Bank will want the ruin of Valentino as well as Dmitry."
It was an obvious threat.
In a situation of showing hostility, the Marquis Valentino distorted his expression on the contrary.
"You don't understand what you are saying. Just go. No, if I tell Roman Dmitry-sama not to sell swords because of this, are you going to take responsibility? It seems like it's over anyway, so don't put your pride out there for nothing and calmly step back. than your relationship. My relationship with Roman Dmitry is more important to me."
Things went wrong.
Before Hoffmann could say anything, the Marquis Valentino shouted at the people beyond the door.
"The guest is leaving! Serving them with respect!"