Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 162



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Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt Chapter 162

29-2nd Trava War

There were many reasons why Arthur did not attend the military supply bidding results day, but the most plausible reason was that he wanted to give more weight to the executives who actually ran and led the guild rather than himself.

If Arthur had shown up at the place where the bidding results were announced, everyone might have mistakenly thought that the achievement was his.

But honestly, those excuses were just lip service, and my real intention was that I didn’t want to suffer the hardship of waiting on a hot summer day. Sending lunch and cold water was just a courtesy to those who were suffering.

“I will eat it gratefully.”

“Tell him that it was delicious.”

However, the executives knew the reason Arthur did not attend was a lip service. They could not help but give Arthur a thumbs up for his consideration in giving them credit for the successful bid.

While they were eating lunch, the voice of a courtier from the palace came into their ears.

“I will now call the companies selected for military supply!”

At those words, the executives hastily chewed and swallowed their sandwiches with water before they could even taste them and gathered in front of the courtiers.

The courtier unfolded the paper and read down the list. The factory owners and businessmen whose names were called began to hug each other and cheer, but when the courtier reprimanded them for being noisy, they quieted their voices.

The same was true for the executives of the Tsuraz Craft Guild, whose names were called in the middle.

“Wow! I won!”

I was going to be very busy from now on, but it was better to be busy than to just laze around with nothing to do. If I didn’t have work, I had to make ends meet, that was the life of a commoner.

But Arthur felt a complicated taste when he heard the news at home. It felt like war was right around the corner.

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29-2nd Trava War

The military supplies assigned to the Tsuraz Craft Guild were firearm parts. They had to produce many small parts other than the gun barrel and wooden gun body.

It wasn’t difficult. Making reasonably small and delicate parts cheaply was now almost the exclusive domain of the Tsuraz Craft Guild.

There were concerns that there might be a hitch in the production of music boxes, but the demand for music boxes was already on the decline. The concept of throwing away broken ones and buying new ones was not common in this world, and music boxes could easily be repaired at a nearby clock workshop.

Fortunately, he anticipated this and changed his business model to selling records and paper for perforated music boxes. It was a high value-added business, so he made a decent profit.

“I wish I could always do business like this.”

Arthur said as Samuel looked over the ledger and smiled brightly.

“It’s hard to have a system that works well. Once you have it, all you have to do is maintain it.”

“Haha. Here’s your dividend. This is my dividend.”

But Arthur’s nagging didn’t have a chance to reach Samuel’s ears, who was in such a good mood.

At that moment, someone came rushing in. It was Jaran. He opened the door wide and came in, speaking urgently.

“It’s war!”

At those words, Arthur narrowed his eyes, and Samuel, who had been laughing while looking at the accounting ledger, also hardened his expression. The good times were gone.

The Kingdom of Jatra declared war. The justification was that they were concerned about the Kingdom of Skara continuing to turn the Trava Basin into a disputed area, but the fundamental reason was that they were afraid of the advancing economy and national power of the Kingdom of Skara and wanted to preemptively hinder it.

Originally, preventive war was not an appropriate justification for declaring war, so a separate justification was needed. To put it in a metaphor, it would be like saying, “Are you going to rob me? So I’ll catch you in advance!” Who would support that?

Besides, it wasn’t a wrong excuse. It was true that the Kingdom of Skara had been increasing its military facilities and military power in the vicinity to defend the Trava Basin.

Of course, it was to counter the growing military power of the nearby Kingdom of Jatra, but it was not easy for a third party to determine who had started the arms race first. And it was clear that King Rai had declared war on the Trava Basin.

Anyway, the armistice agreement between the Kingdom of Jatra and the Kingdom of Skara became a scrap of paper, but this was something that was expected from the time the armistice agreement was made.

The Kingdom of Trava internally united under the pretext of recovering the lost areas around the Trava Basin and taking revenge for the war of aggression.

The Kingdom of Skara was unable to claim such a just cause because of its original sin in the Trava War, but it still united in the belief that it would be better to strike back since it had been hit.

And in the midst of this war, Arthur met his brother.

“Just come back alive.”

“I get it.”

Hans, who had received military training in the Royal Central Army and became a sergeant, had thinner cheeks but his eyes were sharp.

Arthur gave one thing to his brother.

“What is this?”

“Chest cover.”

It was a redesign of the linen armor from the past to fit the current weapon system. It was made of 20 layers of linen cloth to block lead bullets flying toward the chest.

Arthur continued.

“It’s something made so that you don’t die in pain.”

“Uh, yeah?”

Hans, who was about to say thank you for giving it to him, blinked and questioned Arthur’s words, even though it was a short vest-like item that covered his chest.

Arthur continued in a calm tone.

“If you get shot in the lung, you die a painful death. But if you get shot in the head or stomach, it hurts less. If you’re lucky, you might survive.”

If your lungs are pierced, you will suffocate from blood loss. If your head is pierced, you will die in one shot. If you are hit in the intestines, you may be lucky and the bullet will miss your intestines, or you may slowly fall asleep as your strength drains from blood loss.

At those words, Hans looked at his brother with a look of disbelief, but Arthur simply nodded. It’s not that it doesn’t hurt even if you get hit somewhere else, but isn’t it really something you can’t do to die from gasping for breath while still in your right mind?

“Are you telling me to die?”

“If you’re lucky, you might survive. But if you get hit in the chest, you’ll definitely die.”

The internal organs were very lucky that the bullet could pass through them without going through the blood vessels and internal organs. However, the lungs were such large organs that the bullet could not avoid them. Even if the ribs were hit, the broken ribs would pierce the lungs.

Hans asked, blinking.

“How do you know that?”

“I know some doctors, right?”

It wasn’t hard to make that excuse, since he had a connection with the Red Cross, a medical society, because of the total care service and the sweet addiction concept. Of course, they had hardly met since then, but Hans didn’t doubt Arthur’s words.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“It might be a little heavy, but you can wear it like underwear.”

As Hans nodded and turned away, Arthur suddenly became curious about the presence of the doctor.

Will his brother be able to return alive from this war? He went to see Balan, thinking that if he paid even a little attention to the treatment and mortality rate of the war wounded, there would be a higher chance of his brother’s return.

When Balan went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building outside the palace, he was surprised to find Arthur with dark circles under his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came here to ask you something. Are you busy?”

“huh.”

“Then come back next time… … .”

“No. At times like this, you need to take a break.”

Balan grabbed Arthur and left the building with a look on his face like he was going to die. He made an excuse to the fellow employees he met in the hallway that Arthur Hurt, the Count, had come to see him on important business.

Arthur said, sipping his tea.

“If I’m not here for important business, then why are you doing this?”

“At that time, I would have to get scolded or resign.”

“Hmm.”

Arthur nodded. What a clueless person.

“So, what brings you here?”

“I was wondering if you know any military doctors.”

“Why the military doctor?”

“My brother is going to war.”

“… … Oh. Oh. I convey my deepest condolences.”

“I’m not dead yet.”

“But isn’t it true that you’re not worried?”

If you say that living and dying here is the will of heaven, your character will be questioned, even though it is an obvious fact.

As Arthur nodded, Balan continued.

“Why the military doctor?”

“I want to know about the mortality rate and treatment of casualties during the war.”

“Hmm… … Really? I know someone. Let me introduce you to him.”

Balan nodded and said.

“thank you.”

Arthur bowed his head in gratitude and wiggled his buttocks as if to get up.

“Are you going already?”

“I thought you were busy.”

The doctor who said he would introduce me said to introduce me by letter later when he had time. Balan smiled and made the request while leaving that nuance in his words.

“Please save me.”

I knew it.

Arthur asked, leaning his butt against the road chair.

“You seem very busy.”

“I can’t help but be busy.”

When war broke out, all related departments had no choice but to become busy.

The same was true for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It had to monitor other countries’ reactions, obtain intelligence, and see if they were thinking of something else, or even conclude a non-aggression pact in advance.

You were already busy, but since the Kingdom of Jatra declared war, you’ve become even busier as you’ve had to rush things?

“But isn’t it okay to show some tricks at the end?”

Arthur asked Balan, who chuckled.

“It’s usually the bottom that’s the busiest.”

“It’s bureaucracy.”

The mildest form of corruption in bureaucracy is to pass the work on to subordinates and play around.

Balan laughed bitterly at Arthur’s words.

“Anyway, the Kingdom of Jatra didn’t just start a war.”

“Then?”

“There is growing intelligence that he has been sharpening his sword since immediately after the end of the last war.”

I hurriedly made a polite request to the countries near the Kingdom of Skara to just watch while we, the Kingdom of Jatra, had a go at it, and they responded with various conditions.

But what can I do? It was urgent right now, and it was better to accept the conditions than to create another enemy.

However, King Rai’s temperament made it impossible for him to accept the conditions meekly, and an order was given to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to somehow ease the conditions.

So, as a result of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs’ hard work, it was discovered that the reason they had set various conditions was because of the Kingdom of Jatra.

The Kingdom of Jatra has been preparing to take down the Kingdom of Skara through diplomatic warfare since immediately after the last Trava War, and the result of those diplomatic efforts is the culprit that has made diplomacy difficult for the Kingdom of Skara now?

Balan, who had explained the situation, looked at Arthur with strange eyes.

“Now that you mention it, Arthur, you are truly a patriot.”

“Huh? Me?”

When Arthur tilted his head at the unexpected remark, Balan said.

“The Scara Copyright Association, right?

“Why is that?”

The Scala Copyright Management Company was transformed into an association in which many composers with copyrights joined. The association members delegated their copyrights, and the Scala Copyright Association worked to protect those copyrights and received a share of the profits.

The profit distribution was 50%. It seemed like complete robbery, but in a world where copyright awareness was so miserable that you couldn’t get a penny if you didn’t protect it, even getting half was a blessing.

“There is evidence that the members of the Scara Copyright Association exerted their influence. Thanks to that, the two-sided front and imports and exports were not blocked.”

“oh.”

F*ck.

Arthur felt a cold gust of air running down his back. The situation seemed to be much more serious than he had imagined. A two-front war? It seemed that the Kingdom of Zatra had joined hands with other countries to subjugate the Kingdom of Skara.