Chapter 36 Fire in the Oven (1)
The day Barco announced his statement.
Roman went to see his father.
And he said it bluntly.
“War between Barco and Lawrence. I intend to intervene in that fight in the name of Roman Dmitri.”
tall.
Baron Romero’s body stiffened.
He, who had just been drinking tea, looked at Roman with a ferocious look in his eyes.
“Do you know what that means?”
“yes.”
“Did you even say something like that! The war between Barco and Lawrence is a legal battle sanctioned by the central government. If you had married Lawrence’s daughter, you could have intervened in the war using your in-laws as an excuse, but now we have no justification. If you intend to help Lawrence out of a simple change of heart, stop thinking about hurting the family.”
widely!
He put the teacup down forcefully.
The trembling beard revealed Baron Romero’s wrath.
‘I thought I had matured with my recent actions.’
intervention in the war.
It’s not a simple matter.
The central government is absolute in the Kingdom of Cairo, and fights without justification are a shortcut to abyss.
Such is the world of nobility.
In the days of ordinary people, there was no problem in acting according to one’s mood rather than justification, but from the perspective of managing and operating a territory, it was impossible.
As Roman said, the moment he intervened in the war between Barco and Lawrence.
The nobles of the northeast area would cut off communication with Dmitri at once, and in the worst case, the central government might send troops to subjugate Dmitri.
At least, Dmitri’s fame and wealth would make things worse, but even so, it was a risky choice.
Roman said.
“father. What does my father want me to do in the future?”
“What do you mean, out of nowhere!”
“My involvement in Barco’s war is not simply a matter of remorse. I recently had an unfortunate experience. Anthony Barco, the eldest son of the Barco family, was jealous of my marriage with Flora Lawrence, so he threatened me with some kind of incident. There is no evidence to prove the day’s work to the father. But I just had this thought. People say that Dmitri is the powerhouse in the Northeast, but Barko already has us under their feet.”
Roman’s voice was calm.
The pace of his speech was moderate, and he spoke with emphasis wherever necessary.
It was strange.
Roman Dmitry, whom his son watched all his life.
With a strange atmosphere that squeezed Baron Romero’s heart, he instantly reversed the situation where he had been expressing his anger until now.
“My father is a blacksmith. On the surface, they want to be established as nobles, but in fact, they do not take any action even though they have power and wealth. You must be satisfied with it as of now. But my father’s son, Roman Dmitry, is different. I want power, and I’m not going to stand idly by if I see anyone other than Barko tarnish Dmitri’s name in the future. The justification is sufficient. Just as Barco made a justification and declared the Battle of the Territory, justification is nothing more than a pun to those with power.”
I looked up at my father.
new life.
I still feel like I’m floating on the vast ocean.
But one thing is for sure, even when he didn’t know what to do, Baek Joong-hyeok’s identity remained the same.
To live a reigning life.
Didn’t look far.
not the end of the sea.
I saw an enemy in front of me like a shark appearing right in front of my eyes.
will break them down
He would tear off a shark’s fin and drink its flesh and blood to prove that he was still alive.
“I’m not asking you to borrow the family’s strength. I’m just telling my dad what I think, hoping he’ll see what I do. Not as the firstborn of Dmitry. In his personal capacity as Roman Dmitri, he will intervene in Barko’s conflict. So stay tuned. The steps I will show you from now on are the way I will live my life from now on.”
It was a one-sided notice.
I don’t even want my father’s support.
but.
I knew that at least tacit consent was needed.
Roman knew the truth that his power came from Dmitri, and he did not try to ignore the truth.
Admitted.
To make the most of what you have.
Romero Dmitri’s father’s consent was required.
“… Great.”
Baron Romero looked puzzled.
Roman.
The sore finger was suddenly growing bigger day by day.
Baron Romero knew that it was not a problem that he could not stop from seeing Roman’s eager eyes looking straight into his eyes.
Roman has blossomed.
Roman, who was called Dmitri’s fool and lived like a dog, realized that he was born as a beast.
actually.
I had dreamed that one day this moment would come.
He is a humble born.
In the end, unlike himself who was satisfied with a small territory, his sons hoped to overcome the limits of their social status.
Silence lingered.
Baron Romero, who had been looking at Roman in silence, said with a determined expression.
“Do as you please. And if there’s anything I can help with, let me know. You are my son and I, Romero Dmitri, are the father of Roman Dmitri. No matter what you do, you will not be fully responsible for it.”
That was enough.
Father told Roman what he wanted.
* * *
I didn’t need my father’s help.
As planned, I planned to handle it on my own, but there was only one thing I needed if I got help.
It was the weapon to arm the soldiers with.
30 soldiers.
You can’t just push them into the battlefield with your bare body.
All material things, such as the money paid to the soldiers, come from his father, so he said honestly what he wanted.
OK.
Baron Romero said he would gladly help.
“Go find Hendrick, the blacksmith master. Say it’s my favor and I’ll support you with anything you say you need.”
Master Blacksmith.
It was the symbol of the Dmitry family.
In the past, Baron Romero handled all the big and small issues as a blacksmith master, but Hendrick, who he worked with while receiving the title of nobility, took over.
Hendrick was a famous commander in Cairo.
Therefore, as the master of the Dmitri family, he was in charge of all iron production.
He was the man I wanted to meet.
As soon as Roman broke up with his father, he headed straight to the smithy and soon heard a familiar sound.
Caang!
Kang! Kang!
Dmitry’s forge.
It was a space of deterioration that went around day and night.
The blacksmiths in the forge were pounding iron hard with their muscular forearms, and the scenery spread endlessly in all directions.
Dmitri’s forge was the largest in the Cairo Kingdom.
There were as many as 30 such workshops in the space called Blacksmith Street.
It was great.
How Dmitri was able to amass such a vast fortune was immediately dispelled upon seeing this space.
‘The reason Dmitri is strong is that his wealth comes from his skills. The iron mine behind the estate has the largest deposit in the kingdom, and Dmitri’s blacksmiths have the technology to sell the iron they mined at a high price. That’s why the nobles of the northeastern part of Cairo Kingdom never try to pretend to be with Dmitri. Aside from simply being afraid of Dmitri’s wealth, not being able to supply Dmitri’s iron weapons in the Cairo Kingdom is a very fatal problem in itself.’
took a step
Some blacksmiths saw Roman’s figure.
Dmitri’s eldest son appeared at the forge, but no one was willing to greet Roman first.
It wasn’t a matter of reputation.
Baron Romero had something to say about this.
“Son. Dmitri’s blacksmiths are people with great pride. They are not the kind of people who will show blind loyalty just because you were born with the last name Dmitri. Basically, only those who can see iron and have the skills to handle it can truly be trusted by blacksmiths.”
For that reason.
Roman’s younger brothers lived in the forge.
In particular, the second son was greedy for succession and was so passionate that he said he would visit the master and learn the technique.
against him
Of course, during his lifetime, Roman didn’t even come close to the smithy.
Grinding iron while sweating was hard labor, and aristocrats who only wanted pleasure did not like it.
Blacksmiths’ cold treatment.
It was to be expected.
Roman walked silently and finally arrived at the space he was aiming for.
Took.
“You came to see me?”
Hendrick.
A middle-aged man with a dark face looked outside with a sweaty face.
and.
When he confirmed that the guest was Roman, his expression twisted.
“Why are you coming here?”
Hendrick.
master of the forge.
He judged humans into two categories.
Someone you like, someone you don’t like.
And, of course, Roman Dmitri was included in the latter category, as well as ‘very disliked opponents’.
‘What is this guy doing here?’
onetime.
There was a time when Roman was led by his father to the smithy.
Even then, Hendrick was eager to teach Romero’s eldest son, but he got tired of seeing Roman whining every day that he didn’t want to do dirty work.
If it had ended that way, he would not have hated it, but there was one decisive incident that escaped Hendrick’s eyes.
that day.
Roman needed money.
Since allowance money was forbidden by his father, he secretly visited a blacksmith shop in the name of earning money for entertainment.
And after stealing the sword that Hendrick, who looked the best, made with great care, he sold it to a street vendor at a bargain price.
Of course, Hendrick had no choice but to explode.
Hendrick beat Roman mercilessly in front of Baron Romero’s eyes, and at that time Baron Romero also stood by and touched his firstborn son.
From that day on, Hendrick hated Roman, and he hated even talking to him.
blast furnace.
When Roman asked for 30 armed men, Hendrick naturally did not show a good attitude.
“Those in the corner. Take care of yourself among them. That would be enough for 30 armed men.”
corner of the forge.
Weapons and armor were piled up there.
‘Just because they’re made of the same iron doesn’t make them all good weapons and armor. That’s a failure made by apprentice blacksmiths, but Roman Dmitri doesn’t have the eye for good iron anyway. He’s a guy who makes me feel good and laughs just by carrying those failed works.’
I knew it was a request from Baron Romero.
but.
Still, I didn’t want to do anything good for Roman.
Still thinking of the day he lost his masterpiece, he still wanted to blow Roman’s cheek.
Just like this.
Handing over trashy things was the best he could do for Roman.
with stupid words.
I thought that since he was Romero’s son, he would do even this much.
“You mean take them?”
“okay.”
Roman looked at the condition of the items.
I didn’t even have to look closely.
If it was Roman that Hendrick remembered, there would have been no problem, but Baek Joong-hyeok’s Roman perspective was different.
Roman said.
“My father asked me to go get some good weapons and armor to arm my men. But is that Master Hendrick’s best?”
“The best is a bitch. If you’re not satisfied with that, get out of the forge right now!”
“Master Hendrick.”
widely.
Roman picked up a sword.
Then he pointed his blade at the sky and looked straight at Hendrick.
“The reputation that Dimitri’s iron is the best in Cairo seems to be false. To put out such rubbish as the armaments of soldiers. I’ll ask you again. Do you really think this is Master Hendrick’s best?”
Sharp reaction.
That was a scenario Hendrick hadn’t anticipated.
