Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt - Chapter 88



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Infinite Reincarnation – Arthur Hurt Chapter 88

18-Celebrities of the Salon

Cho-reng couldn’t hide his nervousness when Amelia went up onto the small stage.

Arthur spoke up.

“Why are you so nervous?”

“Was I nervous?”

“Yes. Amelia gets anxious when you show that kind of behavior.”

“No, that won’t do.”

Cho-Reng washed his face dry and tried to shake off his nervousness. In fact, Amelia was Cho-Reng’s first disciple. Since this was practically his first disciple making his debut, Cho-Reng couldn’t help but be nervous.

The accompaniment of the musician he had invited began, and Amelia opened her mouth to the beat.

The result was enthusiastic. Those who could hear the girl’s voice shut their mouths and turned their heads in her direction, and musicians playing elsewhere stopped playing so as not to disturb the song.

Those who had difficulty hearing the singing brought their chairs closer to the stage and sat down.

Arthur nodded at such a response. As expected, Amelia’s tone of voice was unique. A voice that could be heard pleasantly even from far away was something that had to be born with.

But the response was so good that I couldn’t come down after singing just one song. If I had, I would have been hated, so I ended up singing a few more songs and then coming down.

I filled my repertoire with ready-made songs that I had sung at the Lidis Club, but the response was different than that time. The response was not bad before, but this time the response was much better.

It wasn’t just the atmosphere. It was because Amelia had grown out of her shell. As she practiced singing the song Arthur had given her, the girl realized how to make the song fit her.

You can now make the song your own.

“You definitely have talent.”

“Yeah. That kid is a genius.”

As the two nodded in agreement with each other’s opinions, Amelia, who sang ‘Color of the Wind’ as the last encore song, came down with an expression that still showed excitement.

“Teacher! How was I?”

“It was the best.”

Cho-Reng, who was looking at the girl, smiled happily and gave her a thumbs up. The girl’s gaze turned to Arthur. Arthur also smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

* * *

As her debut at the salon was successful, the number of customers visiting Ridis Club also increased. This was enough to make Samuel, who had initially opposed Amelia singing at the salon, feel helpless, saying that the number of customers visiting Ridis Club would decrease.

But, really, the merchants? Since they were customers, they even tried to encourage Amelia to sing here and there.

“Hehe. Chiffon, you son of a bitch, fuck you.”

It seemed that there was resentment at the source, but Arthur was against it.

“You shouldn’t overwork your child.”

“Overwork?”

“Amelia is still growing up. It’s good to have a lot of experience on stage, but not too much. Isn’t that right, Cho-reng?”

Cho-reng nodded at Arthur’s words. However, they agreed that Amelia should stand in a place like a theater instead of a salon if the opportunity arose.

And to do that, Arthur diligently decided to transcribe the melody that was in his head into sheet music, and Cho-reng envied Arthur.

“Did you make a deal with the devil of music?”

“I am a devout believer who prays every day, right?”

“It’s a compliment, it’s a compliment.”

Is it because the church has become a mess? It was a world where expressions that would have been insults in the past had become praise.

Anyway, after I secured Amelia’s repertoire of about five or six songs, I stopped writing the music. When Cho-reng urged me to try harder, I replied that I could no longer think of any more melodies.

Cho-reng didn’t seem to believe Arthur at all, but he couldn’t force him any further since he said he couldn’t do it, so he stopped urging him.

But he often couldn’t resist taking Arthur to the salon. It was like a thorn in his mouth if he couldn’t show off the fact that he was friends with a genius like Arthur.

“So Mr. Arthur brought Amelia?”

“That’s right. When I asked him later, he said he brought him here because his voice was impressive. This guy was born with a good ear.”

While talking to the people he met at the salon, Cho-reng bragged about Arthur as if he were some kind of great person.

Arthur was embarrassed. Why on earth was this gentleman like this?

After Amelia had written down enough songs to sing a whole stage by herself, she treated Arthur with utmost care and affection. I was grateful for that sentiment, but honestly, I wasn’t that happy about it.

“It couldn’t have been easy to bring an orphan girl.”

Someone said that it was not easy. The expression included both the surrounding gaze of a grown man taking a young girl, and the hassle of taking the young girl, washing her, and feeding her.

Arthur answered quickly. He also had to correct the incorrect information.

“I couldn’t just leave it alone. Amelia was being abused by her father.”

Arthur spoke of the bruises on the girl’s face when he met her for the second time.

Someone else asked.

“So you’re saying you brought the girl here without her father’s permission?”

It seemed that the father felt more concerned about bringing the girl home without her permission than about the girl being beaten, as domestic violence was not uncommon.

Arthur made excuses.

“I tried to meet my father later to negotiate, but I couldn’t. I heard he went up north to work because of debt.”

“Oh, I think I know what you’re talking about.”

Arthur felt a sting, but fortunately it wasn’t the story he had been worried about.

“I heard that these days, creditors forcibly arrest people who can’t pay their debts and sell them to the mines in the north.”

“Isn’t that human trafficking, which is prohibited by national law?”

“The judge ruled that it was a legitimate debt collection. It wasn’t a sale, it was a job placement fee.”

“Oh my.”

Arthur kept his mouth shut, pretending not to know. It seemed like the butterfly effect that the people were talking about just now was caused by him.

Anyway, Arthur did not miss the opportunity to go to the salon with Cho-Leng, and left three names on the minds of the people he met at the salon: Amelia, Cho-Leng, and Arthur Hurt.

Amelia was a genius girl singer who had recently become famous, so there was no need to emphasize it too much, and Cho-reng had been a famous person who had been hanging around the salon for a long time. And Arthur, with Cho-reng’s support, also had no difficulty becoming a famous person at the salon.

The opportunity came to Arthur, who had been waiting for the right time. The subject of the tax collector came up at a table in a salon Arthur was attending.

“Tax collectors are trash.”

“When has that not happened?”

The tax collectors had great power, and their power was even greater over non-nobles.

One of the good things the Pablecks did as they strengthened their power was to reduce the power of the tax collectors.

Unlike in the past when tax collectors did not care if a certain amount was paid, supervision and inspection have been strengthened to prevent tax collectors from collecting more than the set tax rate.

Would it be possible to impose regulations on a tax collection administrative system that was completely privatized?

However, the right to collect taxes was not an easy one. Even if the royal family supervised the tax collectors to ensure that they collected taxes according to regulations, there were endless ways for the tax collectors to harass taxpayers.

“I said I don’t wear high heels, but they reported it. When I asked who reported it, they said they couldn’t say anything to protect the reporter. When I told them I really don’t wear high heels, they asked if they could investigate. When I told them to, they said they made a mess of the house. Do you know what they said after that?”

“What are you saying?”

“I couldn’t find it ‘today’. You fucking punk.”

Arthur asked the man, as he felt as if he were someone else.

“So what happened?”

“What should I do? I paid some money and it was over.”

“Won’t it happen again later?”

“I threatened that if I did it again later, I would hire a lawyer and finish it off.”

“Is that okay?”

“You have to do it while looking at the person. Even if they are tax collectors, they all have different backgrounds.”

Arthur opened his mouth, confident that it was time to fulfill his ultimate goal of visiting the salon, building connections and becoming famous.

“Have you ever heard of a tax collector named Joe Ran Haneson?”

“Oh, that author? I heard he was in charge of collecting taxes somewhere in the east. But why that author?”

“That author gives me a headache.”

Arthur confessed his circumstances. He pays his taxes faithfully, but Joran Haneson insists on picking on him and trying to investigate him?

The man who was listening to Arthur’s story clicked his tongue and asked.

“That’s really annoying. But did you pay your taxes faithfully?”

“I have all the tax receipts. I am proud to say that I paid all I could without any tax evasion or tax avoidance.”

“You’re a rare honest taxpayer. Should I introduce you to a lawyer I know? He’s a bad friend to Joe Ran Haneson.”

“I would appreciate it if you could do that!”

Arthur smiled and bowed his head in gratitude. The other person waved his hand.

“Just this much.”

The connections I developed through the salon provided me with a very effective way to solve problems.

Arthur, accompanied by the lawyer he was introduced to, went to see Joran. Joran was pleased with Arthur’s appearance, thinking that he would no longer have to bring an attendant and go see him tomorrow or the day after, but he frowned when he saw the lawyer who was accompanying Arthur behind him.

“Mark? What are you doing here?”

“Tsk tsk. Your memory is not so good. What will you do when I come to see you?”

“Don’t disturb me.”

“That is correct.”

A lawyer named Mark smiled mockingly and applauded the grinning Joe.

Markra Joren, who had the air of a sturdy military officer rather than an intellectual, seemed to be grumbling but had no intention of getting into a fist fight.

He just takes a step back, looks over Mark’s shoulder at the hidden Arthur, and grits his teeth.

“What is this, Arthur Hurt?”

Arthur took off his hat, put it on his chest, and spoke in a polite tone at Joran’s words.

“Oh, that’s why I couldn’t understand what I was missing in response to what Mr. Joran Haneson said, so I asked for advice and that’s how I got to know Mr. Mark. People I met at the salon said that no one was better suited to clear up misunderstandings with Mr. Joran than Attorney Mark.”

Arthur had been secretly boasting about his connections in the salon. Later, when Joran investigated Arthur again, he had already established a reputation that could not be easily touched.

Above all, the key point was that Attorney Mark accepted his request.

The reason Mark accepted Arthur’s request was because he also had a bad relationship with Joran. But that wasn’t all.

If Arthur had been the type of person who would just accept Joran’s beatings silently, he would never have accepted the request. Arthur stepped forward because he thought Joran was worth rubbing up against.

In order for a lawyer to win 100% of cases, he must be selective in taking on them. The reason Mark was able to retain the title of Joe Ran’s natural enemy was because he only took on cases that he could handle.

To be honest, if I take on a client who doesn’t have enough support and don’t give them a hard time, Mark will only suffer and build up resentment, so I’ve been avoiding those situations and making sure to give them a hard time.

As a result, it soon gained a reputation as Joran’s rat poison.

Anyway, Mark, who was convinced that Arthur’s reputation was too much for Joran Haneson to take advantage of, gladly accepted the request. Joran didn’t want to miss the opportunity to eat shit after a long time.

Joran said, glaring at Arthur.