Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 167



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Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt Chapter 167

29-2nd Trava War

Discoverer of sweet addiction, inventor of the music box, founder of the Skara Copyright Association, genius craftsman and youngest member of the Tsuraz Craft Guild, youngest commoner and youngest quasi-baron, and original member of the Skaraon Supply Agency and the only individual member of the Skaraon Publications Committee.

Each and every one of his titles was extraordinary, and he was a man who, despite being a loyalist, had connections not only among the aristocracy but also among the neutral faction.

The warning given by such a man gave me a strong conviction that the warning would never end with a warning.

Arthur returned the polite smile to the nervous Senator Fried.

“Then let’s stop talking about the field hospital. But I can’t send you away empty-handed since you’ve come all this way, right? I’ll give you as much political support as I can afford. I also need a reason to persuade my fellow lawmakers.”

“… … Are you trying to buy me now?”

“So you are going back empty-handed and without money? Leaving me at risk of turning hostile towards the People’s Assembly?”

The reason Fried came to see Arthur was probably not only Fried’s idea of ​​having the Minhoe join in supporting the field hospital.

There are probably some fellow members of the National Assembly who think similarly.

But what if Rep. Fried returns here without getting anything? Will any of his colleagues be convinced by his persuasion or excuses?

And those who have never met Arthur will proceed with things as they wish.

That wasn’t what Arthur wanted either. Even if Rep. Fried agreed with Arthur’s words and left, there was a risk that they could link him to political gain.

Arthur could have resolutely blocked such attempts, but there was a risk that he would be put at the forefront of the incident. The more resolutely he tried to block them, the more he would have to mobilize the connections and influence he had built up over time.

And then you end up getting involved in politics.

The only thing that can stop an ambitious politician is death and power, so the big picture of supporting the field hospital ends up being distorted. And who knows what kind of butterfly effect the struggle in the process will lead to?

Given the variables at play, it would have been mutually beneficial to compromise with Rep. Fried here.

Congressman Fried himself may have felt that Arthur was using a carrot-and-stick strategy on him, but that was the situation. If you don’t compromise, everyone loses. Arthur just said it out loud.

Senator Fried looked at Arthur with a stern expression.

“I didn’t know you were this kind of person.”

“I just want to be a common citizen who wants to protect my family and friends.”

“… … The petit bourgeoisie will only be trampled by those in power.”

“Isn’t it the role of a politician like Rep. Fried to prevent that from happening?”

“For a member of the People’s Assembly like me, public support is my strength. How can you ask for protection when you don’t help or support me?!”

Congressman Fried showed a look of anger that he had never shown before. It meant that Arthur’s words sounded shameless.

But Arthur was calm.

“That is the nature of the majority of the public that the Minhoe members have to gather support for. They are people who lie under an apple tree, open their mouths, and hope that apples fall. In my case, which is to give them political support money, don’t you think it is more positive?”

At those words, Rep. Fried’s expression became complicated. Arthur’s words, which showed his contempt for the public, were extremely irritating to him as a populist politician, but he could not refute them because they were true.

Those who have already decided whether to support or oppose a certain party or faction are not without problems, but they still show interest in politics. However, their numbers are not enough to bring about any change, and what Rep. Fried is really worried about is the public who is indifferent to politics.

But what about most of them? If they are all people who don’t know anything about complicated things like politics and aren’t interested, then that’s fortunate. You just need to approach them with sincerity and explanations and make them interested.

But most of the politically apathetic that Rep. Fried encountered were pessimists who believed that nothing would change because they believed that the people above would take care of everything, and slaves to feudalism who were hopelessly optimistic.

Those who do not change themselves but only expect others to change them. As Arthur put it, they are the ones who just lie with their mouths open under the apple tree.

Arthur continued speaking to Fried, who was glaring at him with his mouth shut.

“I respect the members of the National Assembly who run the National Assembly under these conditions. They must have great convictions to be so dedicated to those who do not even support them.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“There is absolutely no sense of mockery. Why would I mock people who are doing something I would never do?”

Arthur was sincere.

Politics encompasses the activities of gaining the authority to distribute resources within a community and distributing the resources after securing that authority. So how fierce the competition must have been? There were many who did not care about the means and methods, thinking that they would just get by without getting caught.

It naturally becomes a chaotic scene where filth and infamy are bound to splatter, so how can one not respect those who endure it?

Regardless of whether he liked it or not, and regardless of the purity of his motives, Arthur was still quite impressed by it. He wanted to slap the thrush out of anyone who tried to force him to do it.

Arthur’s gaze crossed with one of the objects of his admiration.

After a while, Fried opened his mouth.

“How much political support can you give?”

* * *

After Fried returned, Jaran said.

“Wasn’t that a bit too provocative?”

Arthur answered.

“Everyone has their own framework for viewing the world. A philosopher views the world through the framework of philosophy, a scholar views the world through the framework of learning, and a shepherd views the world through the framework of faith. Congressman Fried is a politician. Naturally, he cannot help but view the world through the framework of politics. That’s why I spoke so strongly. Should I say that I gave him a kind of shock therapy so that he could temporarily put aside his political framework for viewing the world and think from the same perspective as me?”

At those words, Jaran shook his head, saying that he could not stop.

“Anyway, I don’t really want to pay attention to that kind of stuff. Just looking at it from the side gives me a headache.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think the world will let it be. Power and wealth are inseparable.”

A rich person like Jaran was bound to attract flies. It didn’t matter if they were just some swindlers, but there were also some vicious ones among them.

In order to get rid of the pests that wield even a tiny bit of power as power, you eventually have to get close to political power to some extent.

At Arthur’s words, Zarn tasted something complicated and then changed the subject.

“Anyway, have you gathered all the people you want to invite to the charity event?”

“I would like the charity event to be hosted under your name, either under Jaran’s name or under the name of Mato Trading Company.”

At Arthur’s request, Zarran smiled and nodded. Given Arthur’s disposition of not wanting to be in the spotlight, this wasn’t the first or second time he had asked for this favor, and to be honest, it was also Mato Trading Company’s main business.

What kind of company was Mato Trading Company originally? Wasn’t it a company that dealt with nobles and provided them with what they needed?

They not only sold luxury goods to the nobles, but also supplied items needed for banquets and provided services for holding banquets. This was because not all nobles had a ‘butler’ or other household member who could prepare and hold banquets on their own.

The good thing about hosting an event through Mato Trading Company was that we could later adjust who the host was.

The name to be put up as the host of the event will probably be appropriately coordinated by the people of each faction who will meet at the event. It was enough that Arthur’s name was not at the top of the host names.

However, it was unlikely that Dr. Cronell would receive the support he wanted, as it was merely a ‘charity event to raise funds for the field hospital support fund’. This was because the event itself was not held due to any social pressure or the inevitability of the times, but was something Arthur had requested through his personal connections.

But the reason for going to such lengths was to open the floodgates to raise the issue of ‘field hospital support’. And to open the floodgates, an appropriate atmosphere had to be created. Simply holding a charity event was not enough.

So Arthur asked Amelia one favor.

“… … This is… … Rather, I should be the one asking for it?”

Amelia hummed the song Arthur had handed her, then said with reddened eyes.

Having established herself as a singer, she became a fixture at the Ridis Theater. She was also a great composer and had a good ability to select songs, so the songs she sang were often popular or even a huge hit. Naturally, her music box records also sold well.

So many composers wanted to give her songs, and she never worried about not having a song to sing.

But he never forgot Arthur’s songs that made him a proper singer.

I always wanted to ask him to write a song for me, but I held back because I didn’t want to be a bother. But when I received this song, and it was beyond my expectations, I couldn’t be more grateful.

But the reason Amelia’s eyes turned red wasn’t simply because she felt grateful for the song Arthur had composed after such a long time.

Arthur asked with a smile.

“How about it? Can you make some people cry?”

“You will cry a lot.”

Amelia looked at the sheet music in her hand and made a promise. The title of the song written on the sheet music was ‘Please Come Back, My Love.’

* * *

The first performance of Amelia’s new song, ‘Please Come Back, My Love’, was, of course, held at the Lydis Theater. Surprisingly, admission was free.

“Free? How humiliating.”

Cho-Reng looked at Arthur with discontented eyes. Letting the audience hear Amelia’s song for free? From the theater owner’s perspective, it was insulting. Who would want to hear a singer like Amelia for free?

Arthur appeased such a scornful.

“Anyway, the repertoire is only a short stage with one or two songs. If we say it’s a fan appreciation service, the moved fans will be even more likely to buy Amelia’s album.”

“Amelia’s stage is always sold out anyway!”

Arthur still smiled and said, even though Cho-reng objected.

“Someone once said that success is possible even if you lack character, as long as you have ability. However, if you lack character, when a crisis arises that you cannot overcome on your own, no one will help you.”

“Hmm… … .”

Cho-reng couldn’t really refute it because it was something he had experienced firsthand. Although meeting Arthur was a big deal, it was still the fame and connections he had built in the music industry that helped him achieve his dream of becoming a theater owner.

Even for this theater, if it didn’t have that kind of reputation and connections, it would have had a hard time finding the necessary staff and running it.

Cho-reng reluctantly nodded, and the theater darkened and the stage lights brightened. Amelia’s performance was about to begin.

“Okay. Then let’s listen to Amelia’s song.”

At Arthur’s words, Cho-reng nodded. On the stage, Amelia, who was showing off the beauty of a flower bud that had just begun to bloom, opened her mouth and pushed her beautiful voice far away.