Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 116



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Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt Chapter 116

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“I refuse.”

“What?!”

“I can’t tell you what I’m doing, and I can’t tell you where I’m going. Can you call yourself a quasi-master after committing such an act of rudeness?”

“Stop talking nonsense and follow me when I tell you to!”

The atmosphere became tense. The men rolled up their sleeves and started moving left and right.

Arthur strode forward and slapped the insolent man across the face.

“This kid!”

Then the men around them rushed to Arthur.

“These motherfuckers!”

Kadan also rushed to Arthur’s side. The two priests, Tbu and Bim, who had been watching the situation from inside, and the staff of the workshop also ran out and an unexpected fight broke out.

However, the nature of the fight changed quickly. The number of people was similar, and although the opponent was more skilled at swinging his fists, the workshop staff were not cowards, and above all, Arthur was on their side.

While the staff held out, he struck the vital points precisely and knocked down the opponent, so the group sent by Johnson quickly found themselves in a disadvantaged position.

“Hey, don’t fucking come here!”

“Ouch!”

When he sensed the situation was unfavorable, one of them pulled out a sword and swung it. One of the workshop workers, whose skin was cut by the sword being swung wildly, stepped back, bleeding.

A space opened up around him, and Arthur stepped forward.

“Priest Cardan. Bat.”

“yes!”

When Cardan and the priests came up to the capital, Arthur had a self-defense item he had carved himself. It was an item Cardan had worn around his waist like an amulet.

Kadan’s heart pounded as he handed over the bat. Was it because he unconsciously anticipated that what he was about to witness would be incredible?

“Oh, don’t come here! You fucking punk!”

The man with the sword swung his arm to block his approach, but he shouldn’t have swung his arm so thoughtlessly in front of Arthur.

puck!

“Ahh!”

Arthur’s baton swung back and hit the man’s wrist. The man screamed and pulled his hand away. Arthur swung the bat again, and the man who was hit in the back of the hand lost all strength in his hand and dropped the sword.

Arthur swung his bat a few more times, disabling the man who had been swinging the knife recklessly, and then quickly ordered the injured employee to get some disinfection and stop the bleeding. The fight was over. But the violence was not over.

“You need to get hit a little more.”

Arthur said as he looked at the man who had swung his sword. And then a gruesome scene followed.

Thud thud thud thud!

“Ouch! I was wrong, ugh!”

Only after he had made a mess of that guy did Arthur catch his breath and straighten his messy hair. At that scene, Kadan gulped as he remembered the past. He knew that this was not the end.

“You. Go over there and lie down.”

“Hey, shit, Mr. Johnson, stay still, ugh!”

While talking nonsense, another guy started getting hit again.

Thud thud thud thud!

“Ahh! Stop! Aah!”

“Whew~. Go over there and lie down.”

Arthur, sweating from swinging the bat, unbuttoned his collar and made them lie down one by one.

“Now let’s do push-ups. Do one and go down. Do two and go up. One.”

Arthur gave the order, but no one went down because they lacked comprehension. Arthur kicked the waist of the one on the far right. He chased after the ones falling like dominoes and hit them one by one, making them groan.

“Original location.”

“Ugh.”

“Mom~.”

Arthur gave the order, but he seemed to be unconscious due to pain.

Arthur sighed at the sight of her lack of intelligence and after muttering one more time, began to listen.

“If you do one, use the sword. If you do two, don’t swing it. One.”

“““The sword!””

“two.”

“““Don’t swing it!””

“one.”

“““The sword!””

“two.”

“““Don’t swing it!””

When Kadan saw them, memories came flooding back. What was his slogan? Was it something like “don’t interfere with the work?”

As this was repeated one by one, the strength in his arms gave out and he fell down without being able to get up. Arthur grabbed the guy by the hair and dragged him out, then beat him again.

Thud thud!

“Ouch! I was wrong!”

“Go back and lie down.”

After three or four more men were killed, Arthur finally caught his breath and returned the bat to Kadan, who felt his own two hands clasped together in politeness as he reached out to receive the bat.

Arthur gave instructions to clean up the area while straightening his messy hair. He sent someone to call the guards, checked for any damaged property around, and made compensation.

Fortunately, the fight ended quickly, so there wasn’t much money to spend. However, I was careful to prevent the wound of the employee who bled from the blind knife from getting worse.

The staff of the workshop moved briskly at Arthur’s instructions. They realized that the normally quiet and gentle person was scary when angry, and their discipline was greatly strengthened.

Soon the guards came and took Johnson’s gang away. But they didn’t take Arthur. They didn’t take the workshop people either. They just gave them a warning.

Arthur clicked his tongue. The level of public safety in this era, tsk tsk tsk.

He wasn’t so thoughtless that he would just let it slide as long as it benefited him. Benefits were benefits, and the level of security was the level of security. Not even pretending to listen to the situation… This kind of thing was a common occurrence for the guards.

From a public interest perspective, if public safety is poor, safety and security costs increase, and the increase in costs is naturally included in the cost price. And the increase in cost is again included in the price of goods, making prices higher, and when prices are high, consumer sentiment shrinks, and then business becomes difficult… and society as a whole suffers losses.

“Hmm.. Jason Cordelia..”

The violence that broke out in the workshop left Jaran deep in thought.

Samuel also knew about Johnson Cordelia, the cause of the violence.

“That kid is a total thug.”

The Johnson Cordelli family. Now known as serious businessmen, they were originally back-alley gangsters who ran a few robberies.

He was a man of some means, who took advantage of the opportunities and benefits in the midst of the rapid changes brought about by industrialization, starting out as a hired hand and eventually working his way up to the position of factory owner through intimidation and extortion.

“That kid is a semi-master… … Is that okay?”

Samuel responded cynically to Arthur’s question.

“Well, isn’t it a one-shot deal that you can buy if you have money?”

“You can’t just see it that way.”

Jarani objected. No matter how much money you buy, a title is still a title. You can’t give money to someone who has harmed the country.

At those words, Arthur felt a picture forming in his head.

The transition from a traditional agricultural country to industrialization was bound to be met with greater resistance the more rapid the change was. While the government did not want to allow such heinous acts as strikes, it was also worried that if the government directly prevented strikes, public sentiment would turn against it, so what was needed at that time was mercenary gangsters.

Even if you look at the factory site, it was the same. In this day and age, there were no such things as environmental standards, so factories were basically abhorrent facilities, and of course I didn’t want them built in the neighborhood where I lived. However, if it’s profitable, it’s the ability of a businessman to overcome such resistance.

Shouldn’t we subdue these disobedient, arrogant residents by violence?

How dare you, a poor man, try to interfere with my pursuit of business and my own interests?

If business is not smooth, wealth will not increase, if wealth does not increase, national power will weaken, and if national power is weakened, we will be invaded.

In that sense, the hired thug, Johnson Cordelli, was a great patriot. Well, the poor, lower-class people who are sacrificed for the sake of national power are already useless, so shouldn’t we be grateful for their contribution to the country in that way?

“So why do you think he’s looking for you?”

Arthur shrugged his shoulders in response to Jaran’s question.

“It’s obvious. It’s because of the music box.”

“You’ve been quiet all this time without any contact?”

In response to Samuel’s question, Arthur revealed his guess.

“Maybe we’ve gotten a little screwed over by our business strategy lately.”

It was enough to give the copycats enough plausibility for a thug to appear out of nowhere and start a frenzy over a new product.

Samuel nodded and said.

“I’ll look into it in more detail.”

He decided to do some more research on Johnson Cordelia. After all, there had been a conflict, and it was a natural thing for a businessman to know his opponents.

But before the investigation could be concluded, the mastermind visited Arthur. It was two days after the fight.

“Are you Arthur Hurt, Baron?”

Arthur examined the middle-aged man in front of him. His grim expression and long scar on his face gave him a menacing air even when he was dressed in a smart suit.

“Your Majesty, Lord Johnson Cordelli?”

“flaw.”

He bared his teeth in amusement when Arthur found out who he was.

“You have a guest, why don’t you offer me a chair?”

Johnson entered the workshop alone, but despite the murderous gazes of the Balta workshop staff, he showed no sign of being upset. Was it because of the several times more subordinates he had left outside the door than yesterday?

Arthur replied.

“It doesn’t seem like people who are semi-professional should be having a conversation in a place like this. Let’s get out.”

“Oh.”

At Arthur’s words, Jason answered with a strange look in his eyes.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Arthur took the lead. When he came out of the workshop, he saw a bunch of men with fierce expressions threatening Arthur. Among them was a face he had seen two days ago. He must have been taken away by the guards, and it seemed that he had some kind of connection to the guards. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to get them out so quickly.

Arthur held back a snicker as he spoke to Johnson, who followed him.

“Let’s go.”

“……okay.”

The expression on Jason’s face as he responded seemed to be asking how far he could go with his arrogance. The staff, including Cardan, followed Arthur out of concern, but Arthur motioned for them to go into the road.

“but..”

It seemed that they were worried about the number of people being several times larger than last time, so Kadan and the others could not easily turn around. Arthur spoke to them.

“I won’t go far. I’ll go to the tea house over there.”

Kadan reluctantly nodded at the words spoken while pointing to the cafe sign with his finger.

As the door to the workshop closed and Arthur moved, Johnson’s men followed him in a circle as if surrounding him. Johnson, who was walking beside Arthur, smiled and spoke.

“But I never said I was going to the tea house?”

Arthur sighed deeply at that sight and replied with a pitiful tone.

“Are you going to keep acting so rudely?”

“If so?”

“You didn’t come here to talk? You came here to fight?”

“Keu-keu!”

Arthur’s provocative words made him laugh as if he found them amusing and he told those around him:

“Only a few people remain, the rest are gone.”

Arthur entered the tea house without even glancing at his surroundings.

They went up to the second floor and sat facing each other at a table by the window.

“What would you like to eat?”

“anything.”

“Then let’s have milk tea.”

When Arthur ordered milk tea, Johnson smiled menacingly and said,

“How bold. I’ve never seen anyone act like you in front of me before.”

Arthur replied with a blank expression.

“I guess you’ve never had any trouble with high-ranking officials before?”

At those words, Johnson turned his upper lip up in displeasure.

“Are you and them the same?”

“Or have you only met easy people?”

“They all tried so hard, but in the end they all knelt before me.”

“It doesn’t make sense.”

“what?”

“You say you’ve never seen anyone like me, and you’re lying down? Have you ever seen someone lying down like me, or not? What’s right? With that kind of intelligence, you’ve become a quasi-noble.”

“You… … do you want to die?”

Johnson gritted his teeth and threatened softly.