02. Became the eldest son of a commoner family (2)
What legacy are you trying to leave behind in the yard where everyone is dying?
“As for my grandfather. He was respected by many for his excellent medical skills, but in reality, his grandfather lived his whole life watching the denomination. After all, he didn’t have a smooth life. Healing others may be highly respected by some, but may be a thorn in the eyes of others.”
Little brothers, you won’t understand what that means.
But Rockefeller was different.
Although he was 15 years old, he was a mature adult with 30 years of experience as much as his mind.
‘of course. From the denomination’s point of view, it’s all money to heal someone, but if a tough guy who hasn’t formally learned healing magic appears and says he’ll take money and heal someone, of course, it wouldn’t look nice. Even if you’re like me, I’ll look bad.’
Hans continued to speak.
“On the weekends, he always visits the parish where there is a service and greets everyone regardless of top or bottom, and he also donated more money than anyone else. Although he was respected by others, he did not live a comfortable life. Everything was a piece of ice. Because he always lived with the eyes of the denomination.”
If his grandfather had lived without the attention of the denomination, what would the family be like now?
It probably wasn’t good.
“But one day, my grandfather saw it. It was also the day of the weekend worship service, and a magician suddenly came to visit. It is said that he was a very scary wizard. The rumors about the wizard weren’t good. But as soon as the wizard appeared, the heavenly priests began to bow flatly, doing nothing.”
Hearing that story, Rockefeller was able to guess to some extent the legacy left by a man called his grandfather.
‘I know roughly what this family tradition is.’
“Seeing that scene, my grandfather also felt a lot of things. You thought it was better to be feared by everyone like that vicious wizard than to be respected by others. Because power is what it is. So my grandfather wanted me to become a wizard. But it can’t be. I didn’t have any qualities in the first place… … .”
He organized the story and told him about the lessons his grandfather left behind.
“From now on, listen carefully to what I say. so are you You don’t have to be respected by anyone.”
The words that followed were quite bone-inducing.
Because it was the legacy of this family.
“Be worthy of respect rather than be a fearful person. You have to be the kind of person that everyone fears. always… … .”
Those were the last words of Rockefeller’s father, Hans Rothmedich.
He quietly closed his eyes, and his funeral was held the next day in a cemetery near Yeongjuseong.
“… … .”
A day with a drizzle of drizzle.
Rockefeller’s expression was not good at the funeral, which was barely held with the help of the lord.
‘It’s all money.’
This funeral was not generously assisted by the lord.
The coffin used at the funeral and the mourning clothes worn by him and his brothers were all settled with the money borrowed from the lord, and it was a debt that had to be repaid to the lord here someday.
‘But I can’t just go on without a funeral.’
Rockefeller looked down quietly at Hans’s coffin buried in the cold ground with a cold expression on his face.
He wasn’t the real father who gave birth to him, so he didn’t feel particularly sad, but he was more worried about how he would live in the future.
‘It’s still not there, but it’s a really big deal. How am I supposed to live now?’
The money borrowed from the lord for the funeral was also a problem, but the bigger problem was that of living right away.
‘It’s a real total mess.’
Then he heard a human voice next to him.
“Your grandfather was a good man, but he wasn’t Hans buried here.”
Somewhat authoritative tone.
Rockefeller turned his head slowly, and there stood a strong man who looked to be about thirty years old.
Chester de Montefeltro.
He was the new owner of the Montefeltro estate, which was renamed while incorporating the territory of the dwarf kingdom called Azrak Goldmine into the empire, and the lord who helped with this funeral.
“It’s just that I learned to write at the academy for nothing.”
His expression was not as good as Rockefeller’s.
He didn’t have any bad feelings for the dead Hans, but he didn’t have any good feelings either.
Like a lord, he told me exactly what I thought without even paying attention to the resident Rockefeller.
“Then I don’t know if I become a wizard again. That’s a slope.”
he laughed softly.
He looked down on him when he died.
“But it wasn’t. He doesn’t have any talent, but if he simply goes to the academy and everyone becomes a wizard, will everyone in the world become a wizard? That’s not it.”
Still, it wasn’t a good thing to insult the dead so much, so Rockefeller felt bad for him.
‘Do I really need to say that? No matter how young you are, you talk too much.’
But you can’t show hatred to the lord.
As Rockefeller naturally lowered his head, the lord did not stop his mouth.
“I did something useless. I mean a person You need to know my fraction.”
Was it because Rockefeller was too young, though he was a permanent resident?
Youngjoo never stopped talking to me.
“If you are a serf, be a serf. If you are a commoner, be a commoner. Nobility like nobility.”
The lord shifted his gaze to Rockefeller.
“Did you learn to write from Hans too?”
Surprisingly, Youngju had dark eyes.
Of course, since he was a lumber to become a lord, he had many opportunities to learn to write, but he was not smart enough to learn to write as a joke.
Rather, what was more important to him than writing was the strong body to inform his family on the battlefield called by the emperor and the power to overwhelm others.
But the people of the Los Medici family were different.
Influenced by his erudite grandfather, Rockefeller’s father was also smart, and he was also a graduate of the Academy, so he learned writing and various studies.
So, everyone except his youngest sister was taught by Hans, so everyone could read and write.
“Yes, I learned from my father.”
It was a pity that he learned to write on a commoner’s subject that he did not know.
“He went all the way to the academy to learn how to write. Still, his children are no longer black-eyed. Yes, it wouldn’t help much to live.”
As the lord, there was another reason he didn’t learn to read.
“If you know the writing, you become a coward. They’re of no help on a battlefield of blood and flesh. When I see human blood, my eyes turn over and I am busy running away. They are of no use.”
It has been over 30 years since I neglected to write with such rationalization.
Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t know how to write.
Some of the lords he knew were also black-eyed, and for similar reasons did not learn to write.
When he finished speaking, he patted Rockefeller on the shoulder.
“Hey, did you understand what I said?”
Rockefeller shook his head in response.
“Yes, I got it.”
“What I’ve said so far is that people should know their fractions. Don’t go crazy like Hans here without knowing my fountain. Those guys have no manners.”
After speaking, the lord saw his younger brothers with Rockefeller.
Those who belonged to his estate were an asset to him.
However, it was difficult for commoners, who were not serfs, to be ruthless.
Because the freedom they had was guaranteed to some extent in exchange for receiving a certain amount of tax as the lord.
“Looking at it, it seems that life in the future is difficult. Would you like to stop being presumptuous now and come in under me and quietly plow the fields with the younger brothers? It’s a piece of land to plow. If you look for it, you’ll find it.”
What he said was telling Rockefeller to forsake his commoner status and come under him and become a serf.
His words were not sweet to Rockefeller, who knew that serfs had no freedom unlike commoners.
‘Even if you starve to death, you are not a serf. Why do people say it’s okay to be a commoner? I am not a serf.’
The commoners had freedoms that serfs and slaves did not enjoy.
Rockefeller decided to politely decline his offer, thinking that hunger could somehow be tolerated for the sake of that freedom.
“I am very grateful for your words, but my grandfather was a doctor who healed the sick, and my father was a person who helped the lord with the knowledge he had learned at the academy and looked at various business affairs within the territory. It is impossible for us, who have such grandfathers and fathers, to suddenly abandon the will of our ancestors and return to the fields. I would be grateful if the Lord would deeply consider this point of ours.”
It was an age-inappropriate answer.
When a completely unexpected answer appeared, Yeongju gave a slightly puzzled expression.
‘What’s the young man’s answer? Was the eldest son this clever?’
Young-ju was unable to speak for a moment.
Because it wasn’t wrong.
“okay. Your grandfather was a doctor, and your father worked under me as a tax collector and a herald. It wasn’t really useless… … But that was possible because of your father. Isn’t that what you, who simply avoided black eyes, would say?”
Private education in Korea was quite good, but where would that learning go?
Rockefeller was itching in his mouth, but he decided not to go too far because he had another seat.
It’s because he shouldn’t go out of his way and look hateful to him.
‘He’s the king here. He shouldn’t say anything against his heart for nothing.’
“Then let’s try our best to become a person essential to the lord and this estate. Until then, can you give us a little more time?”
As I said, even the lord, he couldn’t force himself the way he wanted.
Of course, considering his position, he could have forced him recklessly on the young man, but in that case, there was a great possibility that problems would arise later.
Either running away at night to another estate with his younger brothers, or feeling dissatisfied.
In any case, dealing with people was difficult for him as a lord.
‘What a good number… … Yes, I’d rather that.’
Then he changed his mind.
He thought that the given reality would force him to make a choice, without the need to force it on him.
‘I’m about to starve to death right now, so what can I do? You should quietly come under me and plow the field.’
“You are the head of a family in your own way, so please respect that. I’m still young, but… … Still, he’s a decent head of the family, so I can’t just ignore him.”
Yeongju continued to speak immediately.
“But keep this in mind. There’s really nothing in the world to get for free. I don’t think there are many options left for you, who are busy living right now.”
The lord, looking at Rockefeller and his younger brothers, put a meaningful smile on his lips.
“If you change your mind even after seeing the younger brothers, come to me anytime. As I said before, this estate needs a lot of people to plow the fields. Do you really need to maintain a free status while paying a lot of money? It’s not even feeding them.”
“I want you to give me some more time to think.”
“What did you know? But be mindful. The most important thing for people like you is a safe place to protect them and a boat that doesn’t starve. As far as I can see, your fountain is just that much. Anything more than that is really disrespectful. You don’t know how to be a human being, you can’t be without politeness. I always have to live by my fountain. It fits my fountain.”
As soon as the funeral was over, the lord, who spoke of such manners and fountains, left with the Seers who followed him as if he had been waiting.
Here, Shea was like a guard who followed him, the lord, in charge of policing the territory.
‘I’m going crazy.’
Near his father’s grave, when everyone was gone and only his younger brothers were, Rockefeller’s expression was more serious than ever.
‘The status of a commoner is all maintained with money… … .’
Los Medici was something that the lord of this place recognized, so he could have it.
But is there any money that can maintain the status of a commoner in the yard where it is urgent to eat right now?
‘It’s difficult to live and eat right now, but even the freedom you have can’t be taken away… … .’
Money was the problem.
From the beginning until now.
‘How do you make money? What a good number… … .’
Then something flashed through his brain.
It was definitely something I saw in the novel.
‘Wait a minute. The territory of Montefeltro… … .’
Among the many events seen in the novel, there was one great war that remained in his memory.
In the past, this was the place that became the cause of the war that broke out between the dwarves who tried to reclaim their land and the empire that did not allow it.
The former name of the Montefeltro estate was Azrak Goldmine.
In the past, it was a place where dwarves mined gold at random after a huge gold vein was discovered and before the gold vein was cut off.
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