Standard of Reincarnation 127

Standard of Reincarnation chapter 127

Episode 127

Brilliant light leaking from the cracks.

Vinchen felt something unusual.

‘Is the light dimmed?’

There didn’t seem to be much time.

Vincen didn’t think deeply.

It was judged that there was no ‘danger’ with the trained sixth sense unique to the old warrior.

Reflexively, he reached out towards the light.

Julian, who had come to trust Vinchen’s sixth sense to a certain extent, did not specifically stop Vinchen.

‘Something is caught.’

Something caught on my finger.

The colorful light was almost gone, and Vincen pulled his hand out of the crack.

In his hand was a round ring.

“It’s a ring.”

– Wow, this is really hidden.

A ring in perfect shape, not in two parts.

Julian said in a trembling voice.

– It would be better to go to Hansen-nim as soon as possible. It’s not serious.

Vinchen didn’t say anything, but the tax collector took care of organizing Vinchen’s luggage.

So that if Vinchen orders it, they can leave immediately.

5 am the next day.

Vincen and his party left Dersona and started heading to Adenka’s hometown.

Wilson shook his head.

“yes?”

A large number of people gathered in front of Vincen’s dormitory.

They stood in an orderly line on either side of the road.

Former citizens of the city of Helaim, they paid tribute to Vincen in the manner of the Red Fortress.

“Humble homage to full honor!”

“Humble homage to full honor!”

5 o’clock in the morning.

At a time when the sun did not rise properly in the morning, a large number of citizens came to say goodbye to Vincen.

Holding a yellow flag, Vinchen and his party cheered.

This made Wilson more confident, making him a servant with a very wide stride.

A few days have passed.

“Sir. If you travel only through this transfer gate, you will arrive in Kansar.”

Kansar.

It was a term referring to the large city where the hometown of Adenca was located.

People called it ‘Adenka’s home’ for convenience, but the official name was ‘Kansar’.

A letter had arrived at the gateway to Kansar.

serie said.

“Sir. The news that the Selvira cadets have almost arrived at Yongrim. It is said that I received the old books that Confucius gave me.”

“okay.”

“I have another letter from Sir Herka.”

“To Sir Herka?”

“When the hell are you going to hold the 7th grade upgrade ceremony? … .”

“right. I had to attend an upgrade ceremony. It was unintentionally very late.”

The moment I was thinking that I should finish it quickly and return to the Red Fortress.

The tax collector coughed heavily and delivered the contents of the letter.

“Choi, I want you to come as slowly as possible. Confucius’ promotion to the ranks is so unusual that it is unprecedented, so the procedures are cumbersome, so please don’t rush… … .”

Vincent laughed.

“It’s like the fortress commander.”

It was clearly written that way in the letter, but in fact Vincen knew it.

‘It means that you should finish your work with Farmer Hansen slowly and well and then come back.’

It has already been 7 months since I entered Yongrim.

No matter how complicated the procedure was due to unprecedented precedent, the preparation time was sufficient.

Herka is lazy, but Bargon is sincere.

Bargon must have already finished all the preparations.

‘Thank you, Sir Herka.’

It was definitely different from my previous life.

Now, more and more people are standing by him.

That made Vincent very happy.

Wilson stepped out.

“Sir. Where shall I guide you?”

“I’m going to Hansen Yajang’s workshop.”

I went through the transfer gate.

didn’t delay too long.

I immediately found Hansen’s forge.

* * *

Millie, a 17-year-old girl who works as a handyman in a blacksmith’s shop, muttered to herself.

“Ah, I hate people.”

Previous,

Millie, who had been working hard to organize her own traffic as reporters came to her at random, is now very tired.

She had a bit of anthropophobia.

“Especially, I really hate reporters.”

They disregarded respect for the blacksmiths, the rules of the workshop, and the rules and promises the blacksmiths kept.

Just to pick up an interview with Hansen, the studio went into chaos, and Millie, a handyman, was responsible for the aftermath.

“But the thing I hate the most is the truth about what they claim to be nobles and nobles.”

As the drizzle of Giza passed, a storm called Jinsang came.

Something happened just yesterday.

-What? Are your reservations over? what kind of shit is that? money give money! double! I’ll give you twice as much, so make my sword right now!

– You don’t want to make money? I’m hungry.

or,

– How about donating that outstanding talent so that it can be used for a good cause in society? Yes? Can’t afford it? Ha, why don’t you use that wonderful ability for bright things? Disappointment. That would be very deplorable.

or,

– You say you’re a celebrity? You should give me a sword too!

He said, and even insisted on giving me the sword.

– You don’t even take orders. Am I that funny? I understand that you are ignoring our family.

I heard the threat the day before yesterday.

So, I was in a state of baldness, but today a nobleman came to visit me.

He looked a little younger.

He was a pretty tall man.

“What are you doing? Are you here to request weapon crafting? All blacksmiths are fully booked.”

She hit the player ahead of time.

Rather, hitting the player like this was a quick way to filter out the truth.

‘Again, our headmaster, just try to stir-fry, we won’t let it go.’

Hansen doesn’t take reservations at all.

I’m just trying to make one sword.

Nevertheless, the sons of influential people often yelled at Hansen to bring out the sword.

It happened several times a day, so her voice wasn’t friendly.

Vincent laughed pleasantly.

“It seems that the chieftain has regained some of his honor.”

After defeating Kagon, mentioning Hansen seemed to have had some effect.

It felt so good.

Seeing this, Millie tilted her head.

‘yes? Something different from the other guys?’

I looked a little closer.

Then I found it a little strange.

‘I think it’s similar to Confucius Vincen, described in writing… … .’

Thanks to Hansen’s consideration, she was able to learn to write, despite coming from an ordinary family.

Since she could not deal with mana, the contents of the newsletter she could see were limited.

It was because he had to be able to handle the minimum mana so that he could call out the figure or video record of the person recorded in the newsletter.

In any case, she had met Vinchen several times through articles in the newsletter.

“Perhaps… … . What is your name?”

“Vincen Adenca. He is the 7th Confucius of Adenca. What is Young-ae’s name?”

“I, I, I am Millie. There isn’t a single family that really deserves a surname. Just call me Millie.”

Millie stared at Vincen for a very brief moment.

‘It’s my first time asking for my name.’

If you have revealed your name, it is polite to ask for the person’s name as well.

As it was originally, there were not many people who kept such trivial manners here.

I could feel it just by looking at her eyes.

‘It’s not the eyes that ignore me.’

It was a person-to-person look.

The eyes that look at the person Milly, not the handyman Milli.

She recalled the descriptions in the newsletter.

‘Dark red eyes. Sharp nose and jawline.’

and,

‘Uniform!’

She didn’t even know that the uniform was the uniform of the Red Fortress, but anyway, the boy in the uniform felt the dignity of a noble family.

Millie recalled the news about Vincen.

‘The youngest individual name. Rescuing prisoners from the vagrant camp. The nobleman of Adenka who defeated Samion’s genius and destroyed the stronghold of Helaim!’

And there was one most important thing.

‘Minin with a concept who recognized our inspiration as a master!’

Everything that Vinchen achieved became Vincen’s aura.

At least for Millie.

‘Wow. He’s really handsome.’

she could assert

I’ve experienced a lot of people so far, but they’re all seafood.

Seeing Vincen, the world became brighter.

“The world is still beautiful. There is hope.”

She felt love for humanity and saw hope.

Thanks to this, Millie’s anthropophobia was cured.

“I don’t know what that means, but I would like to meet with Chief Hansen. Could you put a message in it?”

“Sure. Please wait a moment, Confucius Vincen Adenca!”

Her manner of speaking was very kind.

* * *

Millie, who went into the studio, came back and apologized.

“I’m sorry. I was so focused on the work right now that I couldn’t deliver it.”

“it’s okay. I’ll wait.”

Vinchen waited for a long time.

About 7 hours passed.

In the meantime, five or six guests have visited.

About three of them said harsh words to Millie.

“Where do you open your eyes and talk to me?”

“How do you treat guests? Do you know how to survive with a business like this? We’ll see if we can get through the rumors in the social world.”

Vincen saw such a struggle with his own eyes.

“It’s a lot of trouble.”

Reservation deadlines were announced through various newsletters, and a sign indicating ‘no reservations’ was specified at the beginning of the alley, but to no avail.

“It happens every day, huh?”

Millie brought out the car.

Compared to the serie, the skill was very poor, so the tea was used quite a bit.

“Confucius is also elegant and handsome when he drinks tea.”

“… … .”

“Are you dating a young girl?”

She let her imagination run wild by herself.

“Is there anyway? You must be the most beautiful young girl in the world. Hehe.”

“… … .”

Millie looked at Vincen with longing eyes.

It felt as if I had met someone who lived in a world different from my own.

Because it was the image of a fan who met an idol without fail, Vinchen’s eyes were a little burdensome.

When the sun goes down,

Hansen, drenched in sweat, appeared.

“Vincen? What’s going on here?”

“I have something to show you.”

Hansen reached out and Vinchen took it.

Millie sat down at the table and looked at her with her chin crossed.

‘Ugh. Confucius Vincen, you are handsome.’

Hansen’s face now was no joke.

He was drenched in sweat, and his hands were covered with all sorts of soot and dirt.

‘I heard that mineral powder stings when it comes into contact with your skin.’

But Vinchen held hands as if he didn’t care at all.

Vinchen looked at Hansen with respect in his eyes.

He did not hide his respect for the blacksmith, who recognized himself as a master.

“The muscle size seems to have gotten smaller.”

“Can you eat properly because you are concentrating on making your sword?”

Hansen frowned.

“You will be responsible for my huge loss of muscle in the future.”

“How can you compensate for that great loss?”

“That’s for your kid to do.”

“Hahaha, I see. I will consider the compensation I will give to the master once.”

“Your boy. You have grown so tall.”

Hansen’s expression wasn’t very bright, but what was in his eyes was definitely a good feeling.

It seemed a bit satisfying to see Vinchen growing up.

After greeting Hansen, Vinchen took out the rings and blue jewels.

As soon as he saw them, Hansen’s eyes widened.

“How did you get this precious thing again?”

He seemed to know something about this ring.

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