The Immortal Genius Spearman - Chapter 95



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The Immortal Genius Spearman (95)
Cheeeeeeek!

Tor-El is pickling red-hot amantadium by immersing it in cold water to lower its temperature.

It’s been several days already.

He was so absorbed in it that he didn’t even realize that people were staring at him from outside the open forge.

“… … It’s poisonous.”

“What day is it now? Hasn’t it been four days?”

“But the shape of the amantadium is slowly taking shape. Are you really… … refining the amantadium?”

“There doesn’t seem to be any special method, so what’s the secret?”

Everyone wandering around the blacksmith shop couldn’t hide their surprised expressions.

There was no special secret recipe, but the apprentice, Tor-El, was actually refining amantadium.

“… … .”

And Damian also returned to Tor-El’s forge every now and then to watch him work.

A smile etched on his face.

And looking at his focused eyes, Damien was amazed.

Swish.

Damian saw the men standing guard in front of the forge.

He was a security guard hired by DL in case anyone with ill feelings towards Thorel could ruin the work.

‘I knew it was true.’

It will still take some time to complete, but if things go smoothly like this, I think the work could be finished within the next 4-5 days.

That’s why Damian couldn’t hide his doubts as he recalled Wiltron’s behavior when Tor-El first started working.

‘That reaction at that time… … .’

When Tor-El began working to refine the amanatium, he not only criticized but also tried to sabotage Tor-El’s work.

Either he was saying that the amantadium was fake, or he was putting a lot of pressure on him to not let him rent the forge.

As if Tor-El shouldn’t even do the act of proving that he has refined the amanitasium.

But what was more curious was that after Torel started working, Wiltron would come by every once in a while and look at Torel working with an anxious expression on his face.

‘This might be… … .’

It could really be that he took all of Tor-El’s balls, just as Tor-El said.

If that’s true… … .

‘Wiltron’s reputation in Miltobern will be completely ruined.’

Wouldn’t it have been better for Wiltron if they had announced the results of their work together?

Damian turned and saw Wiltron heading back to his forge.

And then.

“What are you thinking so deeply about?”

“Because of what Tor-El said.”

“What do you mean?”

In response to DL’s question, Damian told DL about the conversation he had with Thorel.

DL frowned as he listened to Damian.

“That is foolish. Of course, this assumes that everything that blacksmith Tor-El says is true.”

“I think so too. But what I’m wondering is, does Wiltron have no ability to refine amantadium at all?”

If he has the ability to refine amantadium, then it’s not a big problem.

Although it is true that he took credit for his disciple’s mistake, it is something that can be dealt with after the fact.

But if he had taken Tor-El’s ball without even having that kind of skill… … .

“It would be no different from swallowing a whole fruit that you can’t swallow.”

But how can we verify that… … .

“But does that matter?”

“That’s not true. In fact, it doesn’t matter to me whether he can refine amantadium or not.”

Damien focuses on only one thing.

The goal was to clear Tor-El’s name and make a contract with him.

Of course, as a bonus you will get a spear made of amanatium.

‘If I could attract someone with the skills to refine amanitasium at such a young age to my side… … .’

It would be like acquiring a great weapon for the future war against the Empire.

Damian focused more on practicality than on useless excuses. But DL’s thoughts were a little different.

“But since we’ve already approached Tor-El… … If we can definitely raise his reputation, it will be of great help to Damian-sama in the future.”

“I know what I’m trying to do.”

“I don’t know exactly, but I’m trying to recruit this guy named Tor-El.”

Like me.

DL smiled slightly without saying anything.

Damian scratched his head with an awkward expression at DL’s smile.

“I feel like I can’t handle it any more.”

“Because I am experiencing so many things that it is difficult to handle because of someone.”

At DL’s words, Damian simply burst into laughter. DL smiled back.

“First, I would like to go to a blacksmith named Wiltron.”

“Isn’t that important?”

“I agree with Damien on that point. But we need to check if he really took the ball from Tor-El.”

Proving your skills is not always the way to clear your name.

Even if Tor-El refines the amanatium, some might point fingers at him and say that he is a thief who stole the amanatium that Wiltron had and refined it.

Damien nodded to him.

“If you’re going to do it, you might as well do it right. Then, DL, I need a little help. Can you help me?”

“That’s why we’re here. We’re on the same side, right?”

Damian burst into laughter at DL’s words.

“Then I will light a little fire, and then you, DL, come out.”

“… …Should I light a fire?”

DL tilted his head. Damian nodded in response.

“Originally, the right way would be best for this kind of thing… … but before that, it’s important to create an atmosphere.”

After a while, Damien started walking away. And the next day, strange rumors began to spread in Miltobern.

* * *

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Shh, be quiet. It wouldn’t be good if it reached Wiltron’s ears.”

A story whose source is unknown.

But the rumors that suddenly started circulating in Miltobern were a perfect topic for people to mutter about.

The sword made by refining amantadium in Wiltron’s forge was actually made by Tor-El.

It may be dismissed as a groundless rumor, but the recent live footage of Tor-El refining amanatium has given credence to the story.

This was because there was public talk that perhaps Tor-El could succeed in refining amantadium and complete the weapon.

Besides, that wasn’t the point of the rumor.

What people are more interested in is the words that follow.

-Wiltron does not have the ability to refine amantadium.

He said.

If this is true… … .

“Surely… … Meister Wiltron was trying to steal the apprentice blacksmith’s achievements.”

“Hey, that doesn’t make sense. So, is it really true that Tor-El refined that amantadium?”

People didn’t believe it.

On the surface, that is.

And people who were swept up in the rumor began to gather one by one at Wiltron’s blacksmith shop.

The rumor was spreading throughout Miltobern at an incredible rate.

It’s as if someone is deliberately spreading rumors.

“… … Is that what Damian did?”

“Do you think it is inappropriate?”

At Damian’s question, DL shook his head.

“I don’t know for sure. But in terms of effectiveness… I think it’s a really great method.”

DL couldn’t hide his surprise at Damien’s methods.

Just like looking at Damien.

‘… … It seems like they are moving very strategically.’

Is it because he’s a soldier?

Certainly, Damien’s method was very effective.

In this way, people’s attention was drawn to Wiltron, and a mixture of misinformation and truth emerged, creating quite a few people who wanted to expose it.

A kind of… … .

“An atmosphere has been created where the truth must be uncovered.”

“Yes, sometimes scattering information in a fight can be a pretty good strategy.”

“That’s true, but… …where did you learn that?”

“You’re a soldier. This is basic.”

“……yes.”

I didn’t think he would answer anyway, but I felt a little disappointed.

DL said with a small sigh.

“So can I step forward now?”

“Yes, now it’s up to you, DL, to light a fire in this chaotic atmosphere.”

“How?”

DL asked. Damien smiled faintly and said.

“It’s simple. Just go to Wiltron and ask for the commission.”

This is a request made directly by the head of an influential upper class, such as the Hamel Group.

It is impossible to shake it off unless there are serious circumstances.

‘No, it’s okay if you refuse.’

Because that wasn’t the right reason anyway. And that alone was enough.

‘Even if you have the slightest doubt, it can be amplified in an instant.’

Damien’s goal is not to bring down Wiltron unconditionally.

The real goal was to use Wiltron to elevate Tor-El.

DL told him.

“Is that enough?”

“Yes. If only DL-nim could do that, everything would go back to normal. And I… … .”

Damian turned his head towards the forge where Thorel was working.

“I must go and achieve my true goal.”

It is also a job to give them as much motivation as possible.

Before he knew it, a long smile was on Damien’s lips.

* * *

Cheeeeeeeeek!

When red-hot amantadium was soaked in cold water, white smoke rose in a puff.

The translucent purple amantadium seen in the smoke had changed from a bumpy fist shape to an elongated shape.

“… … Phew.”

Tor-El, who was holding the amantadium with his tongs, took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment.

But then.

“You must have had a hard time.”

“… …Damian?”

At the sound of a voice coming from behind, Tor-El turned his head and looked at Damian.

Damian then handed Thorel a bottle filled with liquid.

“Do it while drinking. Then you’ll pass out.”

“……thank you.”

Thorel took the bottle Damian handed him and drank the liquid.

It was a pale red liquid.

Gulp, gulp.

When I drank it, my body strangely felt cool and I felt energized.

Damien said with a smirk.

“It’s a fatigue recovery drug. Since DL-nim gave it to me, it should be effective.”

“Ah… I see.”

Tor-El speaks while fiddling with an empty bottle.

Damien said quietly, looking at him.

“How is work?”

“It’s going well. I think it’ll take about 3-4 days to completely take shape.”

“That’s amazing.”

Damien nodded.

Damien didn’t want to waste too much of his time, so he got straight to the point.

“We will have to do our best. Of course, even if we refine the amantadium, it will not completely clear Thorel’s name.”

“… … .”

“Some people might point fingers at me and say that I am a thief who stole and refined the master’s amanatium, even though I am skilled.”

“I… … really didn’t mean to. Actually, Master… … no, I told him that Wiltron had some amanitatium and that he could refine it, so he gave it to me to refine.”

“Yes, I believe what Tor-El said. But I was speaking to others who might not believe it.”

Damian drank all the fatigue recovery potion he was holding.

“Wow, it tastes good too.”

And holding the empty bottle, he spoke to Thorel.

“But don’t worry. I’m working on clearing that name once and for all.”

“……yes?”

Tor-El looked slightly surprised at Damian’s words.

Has there ever been a time in your life when someone believed in you and helped you like this?

Thorel asked Damian something he had never asked before.

“I… …Damian.”

“yes.”

“Why are you helping me like this? Not for some fake reason like asking me to make a window or something… … The real reason.”

Thorel looked at Damian with serious eyes.

Damian remained silent for a moment, his mouth slightly closed at Thorel’s words.

“Isn’t that an obvious reason?”

Then Damian honestly confessed his intentions to Thorel.