Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 125



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Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt Chapter 125

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“But I think you must have used it a lot because of the last war… … .”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Why?”

“Because if you write a little, you are exploiting the weaknesses of the royal family.”

How much money is in the royal treasury is probably a state secret, so people will just vaguely think that there’s no way the king is a beggar. That’s ‘common sense’.

And in such cases, the king had no choice but to cooperate closely with the issuer of the currency. This meant that the argument and logic of the issuer of the currency were strengthened.

“Heh heh… … .”

Jaran let out a hollow laugh. Whether it was because of Arthur’s brilliant idea or his unexpected impudence in taking advantage of the royal family’s weakness, he didn’t know.

Arthur continued.

“And in this way, we can make the most of the gold and silver that has appreciated in value, while at the same time punishing the competing companies that have been interfering with Mato Trading Company.”

“Heh heh heh.”

“You dared to act as a spy and interfere with our work, so shouldn’t you be punished?”

We must get rid of the ants that dare to cling on without even knowing the topic.

Arthur’s scheme made Zarn laugh and shake his head as if he was tired of it. By releasing a large amount of gold and silver, the price will plummet and cause damage to the competing stores. In return, this side will secure land with the increased gold price, and then use that land to trade with the royal family and proceed with the business of issuing currency based on the gold and silver in the royal treasury.

What on earth is going on in Arthur’s head?

At that time, a question that had been floating around in the corner of Jarani’s head came to mind.

“But wouldn’t this be beneficial to the royal family?”

“Do you want to overthrow the royal family?”

“no!”

At Arthur’s extreme question, Jaran jumped, and Arthur smiled calmly as he watched him and asked another question.

“Wouldn’t it be better to be treated well by the king?”

Jaran nodded with a blank expression. Arthur asked him a question that made him nod in return.

“What could be more satisfying than preventing an undesirable king from exercising absolute power?”

Arthur had a theory that he found difficult to give up every time he was reincarnated, for some unknown reason: killing was too easy.

It is too difficult to overthrow the royal family, and even if you succeed, it is not so satisfying. But what if the king comes out with a humble attitude, praises his loyal subject with his mouth, and shows himself watching this side? Wouldn’t his face twitch as he tries to control the corners of his mouth that are about to go up?

Jaran shook off the thought that it hadn’t happened yet to him, who felt better just thinking about it. And he expressed other concerns to Arthur.

“But what if those who have secured gold and silver do not release them even when prices plummet?”

They were the so-called Jon-Boh-Bae bastards. The gold deposit business required sufficient underlying assets, and if there were people who did not release gold and silver in that way, it could cause difficulties in securing sufficient gold and silver.

But Arthur had already thought of a rat poison to use there.

“If you force them to use warrants instead of gold or silver coins, they will have no choice but to hand them over.”

It might not be a problem for noble families who kept gold and silver as slush funds, but it could be considered a fatal blow to merchants who had gold and silver coins.

It was also a great joy for the royal family, as they could store gold and silver coins in the warehouse and issue gold deposit certificates instead.

“That’s incredible.”

The more he heard from Arthur, the more he realized the power of the right to issue currency.

Arthur gave him a warning.

“Ultimately, it is a fiat currency. The key is how much trust you can secure from people. You should keep this in mind.”

Maintaining people’s faith in fiat money was not possible simply through a guarantee of payment, because the worst could happen when even that guarantee of payment would become unreliable.

Rather than just a verbal guarantee of payment, the basis of credit could be said to be the ‘good faith’ and ‘ability’ to invade and pillage neighboring countries in order to make the promised payment.

“Haa… … . This is difficult.”

“If you grow up, you will do well.”

“Let’s try it.”

At Arthur’s words, Zarran nodded. In any case, he had already collected a lot of gold and silver from the merchants. If he stopped here, he would only lose money, so he had no choice but to follow Arthur’s plan.

“Only you, the grown one, should know everything.”

“… …Are you telling me to betray the company?”

“It’s not a betrayal. Don’t you know where the straw is? Until the deal with the royal family is made, the big picture should be kept to yourself.”

But the result was that Jaran’s influence expanded, to the point where he could control the company.

Jaran didn’t necessarily mention that point.

“I see. So the first step is to punish the company that put a straw in our army?”

“There is a saying that if you want to deceive your enemy, you must first deceive your own. If someone asks why you didn’t tell them in advance, ask them if they have another household.”

If you ask like that, others will find the straw for you. A proper organization has a well-established system for identifying and dealing with traitors. And Mato Trading Company was the best-run organization Arthur had ever seen in the world.

Arthur stuck out his tongue as he watched Jaran teach him how to extract straws.

* * *

After Arthur and Zan had a close discussion, Arthur returned to his daily routine. However, his daily routine had a slightly different schedule than before, which was to enjoy the aristocratic culture with Viana. Now that he was a noblewoman, he should have some experiences, even if it wasn’t much, right?

One day, I visited the theater where Amelia was singing.

“Amelia is singing here today?”

“Yeah. Aren’t you looking forward to it?”

Amelia was making a name for herself as a girl singer. Recently, she had even composed a song herself, and one of the songs was getting a good response. Was it because of Cho-Reng’s education that the girl’s musical talent was blossoming?

Arthur smiled worriedly at the sight of Viana looking around.

Although it had been two months since she had been granted the title of lady, she still seemed unable to adapt to the culture of the upper class.

It was incomparable to Arthur’s case, who was so adaptable. She had never imagined or dreamed of a life like this.

Arthur and Viana sat down and waited for Amelia to come on stage.

The stage was lit by a chandelier full of candles and a mirror behind it, but the lighting wasn’t as strong as it had been in Arthur’s memory.

An idea came to Arthur’s mind to heat quicklime to a high temperature and make it emit light. He wondered if he could sell it…

Amelia took to the stage while Arthur was thinking about what he might sell for food later.

Although it was a small theater, the stage was packed, and the girl looked like a singer. She wasn’t completely nervous, but could we say she was focused on the stage?

Originally, Amelia stood on a stage where several singers appeared one after another, but today’s stage was meaningful in that it was entirely Amelia’s stage.

Applause erupted at the end of each song.

When the show finally ended, the audience rose to their feet in an uproar. Arthur and Viana did not go out the exit but went further inside.

I could see a theater staff member blocking the road. It was Cho-reng.

“What’s going on?”

There was a commotion when Viana tilted her head.

“Let me see Amelia’s face!”

“It’s so fucking expensive!”

Viana’s eyebrows furrowed at the sound of their chatter.

“Why don’t you get out of here?!”

Cho-reng’s angry voice was heard.

“No! Why are you making it so expensive when a fan wants to meet the singer?!”

“You sound like a fan! If you’re a real fan, just let the singer who sang so hard rest!”

“Can you show me your face?!”

“Could you stop whining? I feel like giving up on being a gentleman right now!”

Cho-reng growled and did not back down.

Viana grabbed Arthur’s arm and shook it gently. Arthur looked at her and saw her gesturing in the direction of the commotion with an angry expression on her face.

Arthur’s instinct told him that she was saying, ‘Go away! Husbandman! Body slam!’, but he checked just in case.

“Should I get rid of those humans?”

“huh.”

As Viana nodded, Arthur scratched his head and became lost in thought. Then it occurred to him that the first priority should be to confirm whether they were really fans.

Amelia is a singer. A singer is a celebrity. Celebrities need to have fans, but if their reputation gets damaged because of their gangster-like security guards, it becomes a nuisance to the singer herself.

“Are you really a fan?”

“What are you?”

When Arthur suddenly appeared and asked with his face sticking out, the other person’s reaction was, ‘What kind of bastard is this?’

Arthur’s eyes narrowed at the rudeness.

“I need to check if you are really a fan before I tell you who I am.”

“Who are you?!”

“Isn’t this the time to be wondering who I am?”

The man who had been making a fuss about wanting to see Amelia was startled when Arthur pulled a club out of his waistband, and Arthur pointed the club at his face and asked him threateningly.

“Please recite the title of the song Amelia sang today from the beginning.”

“Uh uh… uh… … So… … .”

“Three, two, one.”

“Yes, who are you to ask that?!”

The man who couldn’t even say a single title was flustered and changed the subject, but Arthur wasn’t the type of person to fall for such a clumsy change of subject.

Instead, he squinted his eyes and raised the club above his head.

“Aren’t you a fan?”

“Okay, wait a minute!”

The man raised his arm and shouted, but contrary to expectations, the club did not swing. Arthur grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

“Hey, let go of this!”

“Do you want to get hit and be carried away, or do you want to not get hit and just walk away?”

“Do you know who I am?!”

“Who is it?”

“I work for Baron Kshan… … .”

“You are not a noble.”

That would be easier.

Arthur finished his judgment, grabbed the bastard by the collar, and dragged him to the empty room next door. Since Viana was watching, it was a bit awkward to act out a violent situation right in front of him. He wasn’t alone, was he?

The man resisted, but he could not overcome Arthur’s strength, which he did every morning.

“Ouch! Ugh! Stop!”

It didn’t take long for the threats of retaliation from Baron Kshan if he didn’t stop to quickly turn into pleas to please stop hitting him.

As Arthur came out, stroking his disheveled hair, people looked at him nervously.

He spoke to the people.

“Only those who are fans of our Amelia will take a simple test. If you are not a fan… …you get it?”

A pale-faced employee of Baron Kshan crawled out of the empty room Arthur had pointed to. Those who saw him quickly began to leave the hallway.

I don’t know what the identity of that young man is, but judging by the fact that he didn’t hesitate to use violence against the Baron’s employees, he was either crazy or had a backer.

Either way, it didn’t matter as long as they proved they were fans of Amelia, but no one seemed confident enough to pass, so there was no one left.

Arthur simply sorted out the situation, and Cho-reng clapped and laughed, while Viana approached with a worried expression.

“Are you okay?”

“are you okay.”

Wouldn’t it be a loss of face to be at odds with a semi-noble person just because of the presence of a mere servant?

But if you do hit someone, you should pay them a small fee. It was customary to handle it that way, even if they were not direct blood relatives or employees.