Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 121
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Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt Chapter 121
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The bullet was fired into the air, along with a puff of acrid smoke. Arthur’s actions only made Cato even more angry.
“What the heck is this?!”
Even the most modern guns of the time were limited to the muzzle-loading musket. In other words, since Arthur had wasted his bullets in the air, he had to start over again by cleaning the muzzle, loading gunpowder, and squeezing in the lead bullet wrapped in cloth.
Then, isn’t it natural that the atmosphere of the epic duel would be ruined?
But Arthur ignored Cato’s protests and snatched the pistol from Sangswart’s hand like a hawk hunting a rabbit.
Sangswart, who was momentarily lost in thought at the sudden sound of gunfire, was dumbfounded when the gun moved from his hand to Arthur’s hand in an instant.
Arthur fired his gun towards the river and spoke to the two men.
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t duel. But guns! Are you kidding me?!”
“This is not a joke.”
“Does this look like a joke to you?!”
In Arthur’s daily journal, Sangswart responded seriously, and Cato retorted with a rebuke.
Arthur said with an inward snicker.
“There are times when men have to fight. But is the problem between two people so serious that they have to shoot each other with a pistol?”
The two men remained silent at this question, unable to refute it. Arthur clicked his tongue inwardly.
When you think rationally, love is not a reason to kill someone. People meeting and parting with others is ultimately a matter of the law of the universe. The problem with love is that you have enough emotions to want to kill the other person.
Arthur spoke to both of them.
“Just wait a moment.”
He returned, sticking the club he had carried at his waist into the sand a short distance away from the two men.
“What are you trying to do?”
“I don’t think anyone will listen to me if I tell them not to duel, so let’s just do it. But no pistols.”
Arthur pointed to the club stuck in the sand.
“The first one to catch it will beat up the one who can’t. I guarantee it’ll be more satisfying and satisfying than snapping your fingers and killing them. Oh, of course, it’s not like the one who can’t catch it can’t fight back. However, the history of mankind, stained with war, proves that it’s better to have a tool in your hand than not.”
Arthur’s cold gaze was fixed on the two.
“Are you ready? I’ll count to three now. Three.”
Two. One.
As Arthur counted to one, Sangswart and Cato, who had been looking at each other, jumped out without saying who would go first.
But both of them had a hard time getting to the distance that could be reached in a sprint of three seconds. This was not because they lacked talent for running, but because they had competitors willing to hold them back.
It was Kato who started. He was a little slower than Sangswart, perhaps because he was a few years older. It was instinctive for him to go ahead and grab Sangswart’s nape as he turned his back.
The sage, who had been grabbed by the nape of the neck, retaliated by grabbing the waist of Kato, who was moving forward, and pulling him, causing Kato to lose his balance and fall over with his feet twisted.
However, Sangswot was unable to get ahead. Kato, who couldn’t feel the pain of falling down thanks to the sandy beach, grabbed Sangswot’s ankle as he passed by and made him look like a fool.
Now the two could no longer run, but held onto each other and rolled around on the sand. The existence of the club seemed to have disappeared from their minds.
“What is that doing?”
When Samuel asked with a look of absurdity, Arthur responded indifferently.
“It’s a competition among males to reproduce.”
Fighting between males over females was a common occurrence in nature.
“Madame Zeltney?”
Arthur nodded at Samuel’s words, and Samuel made a bitter expression.
At his expression, the thought flashed through Arthur’s mind that it was indeed a sin to be pretty. In a more savage world than now, Mrs. Zeltney’s life would have been much more difficult.
“Hey! Swing it with all your might!”
“You shouldn’t swing your fist like that!”
“Well done! That’s right!”
“Blonde! You can’t lose! I bet on you!”
Before I knew it, people had gathered on the bridge and were cheering. It seemed like there was a betting board too.
In this day and age when there isn’t much to enjoy, there’s probably nothing more exciting and fun than a duel of passion.
The fight was fierce as if it would last forever, but stamina was not eternal. After a back-and-forth struggle, the winner was Sangswart, who had the club in his hand, but after swinging it a couple of times, the strength in his grip gave out and he ended up throwing the club away, eventually collapsing from exhaustion.
Arthur picked up the club that had fallen on the ground, shook off the sand, and approached the two exhausted men.
“With this, there are winners and losers. You know what I mean, don’t I need to tell you?”
The two men were unable to respond. They were too tired to think. Arthur’s nagging flowed into their ears.
“People may fight as they live. But a pistol? It’s not for self-defense, and it’s not a war, so why would you go out of your way to kill someone? Even now, when I think about it, it’s ridiculous that grown adults do that. I’m disappointed in Attorney Sangswart. And Viscount Kato, you’re a noble, so why would you… … .”
Arthur, who had been nagging Samuel to the point of tiring him out while he was listening from the side, concluded like this.
“It’s fortunate that no one died. How sad would Madame Zeltney have been if someone had died?”
But the last words seemed a little, no, not quite the right sentence to conclude this affair. That was because Kato, whose face was beginning to swell, smiled bitterly and replied:
“Will she be sad if I die?”
“Considering the character of Madame Zeltney, wouldn’t that be natural? Even though he was her ex-husband, it would be natural for her to feel sorry if he died in a duel because of her.”
“So you came here to stop me?”
“That’s true, but aren’t they both people I know? It’s only natural to try to stop them from doing something so foolish that could lead to their deaths.”
Kato laughed out loud at those words.
“Is that really the only reason?”
“sure?”
“It’s not because Isabella is in a bad mood?”
“… … Didn’t I already tell you that?”
Arthur felt uneasy, but he answered Cato’s words. Cato, who had been lying down, raised his upper body and glared at Arthur as he continued to speak.
“What the hell are you, Isabella?”
“yes?”
“Friends? Lovers? Platonic love?”
“If we really have to be specific, we can call them friends and colleagues.”
“Do you know she likes you?”
At Cato’s words, Arthur blinked and pointed to the ginseng.
“As far as I know, Madame Zeltney is a saint… … .”
Arthur, who was about to continue by saying, ‘I’m meeting with a lawyer,’ trailed off when he saw Sangswart’s face glaring, no, glaring at him.
Oh, shit. Is this fucked up?
***
24-Family
The winner of the duel was Sangswart, but the outcome was not important. The love triangle between Madame Zeltny, her ex-husband, and the young, handsome lawyer had soon developed into a love quadrangle involving a genius exclusive craftsman.
It wasn’t actually like that, it was just a rumor.
“That was a big deal.”
Mrs. Zeltney put down her teacup and smiled awkwardly.
“I’m sorry. I caused you trouble.”
“It’s okay. I’m not the type of person who would be troubled by false rumors. I’m more worried about my wife than I am about myself.”
Arthur was a craftsman. He was satisfied with designing, producing, and delivering items.
But Mrs. Zeltny was different. Although she designed and made dresses, she was at the forefront of fashion, which meant that if she got caught up in a scandal, that image would also be reflected in the dresses she made.
Mrs. Zeltney smiled and said calmly to Arthur who was worried about her.
“So, I decided to get rid of the exclusive contractor.”
“oh.”
Arthur let out an exclamation of admiration at those words. In the past, he would have probably clung to her and said, “Is this how you’re abandoning me?” But the income Arthur was making now was enough that he didn’t need to be obsessed with being an exclusive craftsman at the Lydis Salon.
To be honest, the reason I visited the Ridis salon now and designed accessories to match my dress was not because of money, but because of the loyalty I had built up with Madame Zeltny.
“You’ve thought about it well. Considering the current Ridis Salon, there’s no need for a full-time hairdresser.”
Now, the brand awareness of Lidis Salon has reached a point where they can boldly say to customers, “Jewelry? Find what you want.” Of course, changes in the jewelry market have also played a part in this.
As the Ridis style dress became popular, matching accessories also began to be produced.
If I had to give it a name, I would say it is a Ridis-style ornament. The motif was, of course, the work of Arthur, an exclusive craftsman at the Ridis Salon.
In other words, even if he did not produce the jewelry, there was a situation where the market could easily purchase jewelry that matched the dresses in the Lydis Salon.
Considering that it had been a while since that situation had arisen, Arthur was not the only one being loyal.
He sipped his tea and nodded. Madame Zeltny’s declaration that she would no longer have a full-time mechanic was in a sense an expression of her will to be independent and not be tied down to him any longer, and if she were to make a more excited remark, it could also be seen as a statement that she would end her affection for him.
Either way, Arthur took it positively, as it meant that Mrs. Zeltney was developing into a more mature person.
So I could ask some sensitive questions.
“So, how’s things going with Attorney Sangswart?”
“huh?”
“Are you guys dating?”
“Um. Well… … .”
Mrs. Zeltney smiled awkwardly. They often visit the salon together and enjoy dating, but they can’t say they’re dating? Their relationship is still a little short of being called a fling?
Arthur held his tongue, realizing that there was ample reason for the way Attorney Sangswart had glared at him from the sandy shores of the river. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
Then Mrs. Zeltney continued speaking with a sly smile.
“Someday, I will be able to love again.”
It was a statement that had many implications. But the clear message that Arthur read was that he would no longer have feelings for him.
So I could speak more comfortably.
“If you hold on to the word ‘someday’, you will become an old maid.”
“What are you talking about? I said I’m not a virgin.”
Mrs. Zeltney made a joke that made Arthur uncomfortable, and Arthur hesitated whether to accept it or not, and then just looked embarrassed. It was also funny that she immediately emphasized friendship after putting aside the uncomfortable feeling of affection.
Mrs. Zeltney burst into laughter at his speechless appearance.
Was this how his relationship with her would be resolved? Arthur thought so and hoped so, but people around him still whispered about the love triangle.
Since people’s interest would soon cool down, the rumor would die down if it wasn’t stimulated, but there was someone who kept adding fuel to the fire: Viscount Kato Zeltny.
“Do you have a problem with Count Zeltny?”
It was a question that Jason Cordelli asked Arthur, who visited the workshop in a more polite manner than usual.
“Cato Zeltni? Why him?”
“That’s because you keep interfering with the crackdown.”
Johnson began to explain.