Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Have you arrived, Lord Logan? Ah. You seem less tired than yesterday. Haha, I look forward to working with you. My apologies for showing you such an embarrassing side yesterday Why should you be sorry for that? Its the damn tower masters problem, not yours. Grik, with a bitter smile on his face, was interrupted by Clayton, who towered a full head taller than him, suddenly appearing behind him. Your Highness, lets not waste time with pleasantries and get going quickly. Wouldnt you agree its best to wrap up the work as soon as possible? Master! Kuh-hem. My apologies, Lord Logan. Our master tends to be rather straightforward with words. What! What now? Did I speak wrongly? As Grik gestured with his hand, the previously quiet disciples rushed over and pulled at Claytons robe, dragging him back. Claytons thick eyebrows wriggled as if he was about to explode with anger, but Kuhng. Alright, you brats. Let go! I wont say another word. Grik sighed lightly as he heard Clayton grumble. Our master isnt one to fuss over courtesies His expression may be rough, but his heart is warm. Your understanding would be appreciated. Hmm Usually, magicians, being rarer than knights, tended to have stronger pride. Even commoners who were chosen believed they were above rural nobles, and that attitude was rather common. The receptionist at the magic tower yesterday had been one such example, but Grik and his companions lacked that arrogance. They seemed to have laid down most burdens after enduring many hardships.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only For their employer, Logan, meeting such people was a welcome occasion. High-class talents like Clayton who had come for freewhat could be wrong with his blunt manner of speaking? It is an honor to have the elder of the magic tower with us. Logan washed away Griks worries with a bright smile. Logan had prepared three carriages for Clayton and his disciples. These were six-seater carriages, spacious enough to accommodate several people comfortably, affording the room for everyone to travel divided if needed. Moreover, he had invested a hefty 5,000 gold to hire experienced coachmen from the Grang transport guild and prepared provisions and tents necessary for camping out. It was a showcase of Logans care towards the magicians, with the setup indicating his intent to travel continuously, except for the essential breaks for eating and sleeping. And in this luxurious setting, the gruff-looking Clayton was continuously nagging his disciples to train since the conditions are comfortable. From Logans perspective, it seemed like senseless coercion, but the disciples accepted Claytons orders with smiles. Theyre like underlings flattering a murderous leader to survive. Although it appeared precisely so, genuine sincerity was felt in the smiles of those disciples. Logan shook his head after a brief moment of observation. Its not for me to know. I need to focus on my affairs. The campfire flickered. Watching the fire burn, Logan cast aside his stray thoughts and once again contemplated the image of the Swordmaster in his mind. More precisely, the image of his swordplay. Though he had occasionally thought about it while writing his swordplay manual, the image now came to him more clearly than before. The calm starry night, as he prepared to camp out, was the best time for concentration. To stimulate such swordplay here That day, the Swordmaster had shown Logan more than just the Central Pressure Sword Technique. Golden light erupted from Logans sword, which he held loosely, forming a tangible blade. The golden blade, a fusion of external momentum and force, though blurry, had a definite form. There were no more irregular flashes of golden light. A blade made tangible by force If the Swordmaster had seen this, he would have been extremely surprised. Aura is the transformation of concentrated, compressed force into a new power. Although the technique shown by the Swordmaster was just a weakened stage of this aura, Logan was not supposed to be able to imitate that technique at his level. But now, with the evolved power of force, he had managed to do so with his still insufficient skills. Crackle. Sizzle. Of course, the shape could not be maintained for long, but the mere fact of its existence was already a tremendous achievement. Ive done it He couldnt openly express his joy, considering those around him, but his fists clenched out of happiness. He had managed to briefly imitate the Force Blade, reputed to only be achievable by the topmost knights. Furthermore Whoosh. The amplifier, focus, dispersal * * * Distinguished young lord! Ah, greetings! Good to see you! You should bow too! Upon their arrival at the estate, the changed demeanor of the estate residents welcomed Logan. The cheers immediately after the war were gone, but at the mere sight of him, no residents were shaking in fear or running away from a distance, which was enough for Logan to distinctly sense his improved reputation. However, what worried him was that many of those who greeted him didnt seem to be in good shape. Mommy Im hungry. Wait a bit. Mommy will go to the fields and bring back some potatoes. Daddy? Daddy *sobs* Daddy said he would come once after a hundred nights, right? Son, how many nights have you slept? I dont know. I hate daddy. Im hungry The gaunt figures of the mother and child, and the plaintive whining of the child, weighed heavily on Logans heart. The wounds of war had not yet healed, and now they were compounded by destitution. The fleeting glance of a worried woman bowing as he passed and the puzzled look on a childs face left a heavy burden in Logans heart. As expected Logan felt his expression harden. Lowering the tax rate, considering the barren McLean estate, was one thing, but even the 30% tax rate inevitably made the already difficult situation of the residents harder. The timing as the most food-scarce period became apparent to him. Thats why he brought measures to solve these problems fundamentally, but there were still many obstacles to overcome. Will father agree? He was confident in his solution. After all, in his past life, he had seen the results that it produced on several occasions. However, presenting that idea as is wasnt possible, so convincing others, including his father, was the issue. I need to mobilize the residents to work on the construction While contemplating as he entered the castle, he unexpectedly encountered another person he needed to convince. Splendidly enjoyed your time away, young lord? Ive had quite a rough time myself. Rick, still with wads of cotton in his nose, greeted with a haggard face and a tone that almost sounded like provocation. Ah Haha. Rick, you guy. Yeah, Im back. These people behind me are This stench doesnt leave my body. The maids run away, holding their noses at my sight. Young lord, I think Ill never be able to marry because of this. The fiery look in Ricks eyes showed that he didnt care what Logan was saying; he kept pouring out his grievances. Logan sweated coldly upon hearing Ricks almost monologue filled with sharp sincerity. How will you compensate for this! Hm?! Ever since that Karloc Ugh?! Logan swiftly covered Ricks mouth and whispered in his ear. An addition of 50 gold per week. Deal? Head shake. Eyes wide. 100 gold more. Thats the last offer. Only then did Rick quietly close his mouth. Logan breathed a sigh of relief and removed his hand from Ricks mouth. Ptui. Spit. The attitude of the young man, though roguish and still filled with resentment, somehow brought a smile to Logans face. Rick. First, guide our guests. I shall see my father and organize accommodation. After that, well decide where youll be staying. Yes, yes. I must follow orders, of course. Some enjoy themselves freely while others endure a foul-smelling place Be sensible. I wont tolerate more. Kuh-hem. Dear guests, please follow me. I will guide you. Amused by the sudden shift in the fellows demeanor, Logan felt the presence of home in an unexpectedly peculiar way. His earlier concerns suddenly seemed trivial. Yes. When did I ever persuade with logic? If it doesnt work, Ill force it. With lighter spirits and a smile, Logan turned and looked back. Master Clayton. Please wait here for a moment. After seeing my father, I will arrange your accommodations. Shouldnt we accompany you? Considering the significant expenses involved in the task No, you are still my guests for the time being. I will inform you after my return. Leaving the perplexed company of magicians behind, Logan headed inside the castle with a somewhat lighter gait.