Chapter 277: Congratulations Delegation, An Unexpected Encounter (3)

Chapter 277: Congratulations Delegation, An Unexpected Encounter (3)

C277 - Congratulations Delegation, An Unexpected Encounter (3)

"Are you saying they're not sending delegations because of you?"

Gilly's eyes and gestures revealed countless emotions. Shame, embarrassment, guilt, bitterness, and worry - all the negative emotions that belittle a person. They were weighing her down.

Gilly lowered her head.

Jin didn't ask any more questions and simply patted her shoulder. "It's okay. You don't have to feel that way, Gilly. I won't hold it against the McLoran clan, so please don't worry."

Jin immediately understood Gilly's concerns.

"I've lost face in front of you. Thank you for understanding, young master."

But Jin actually felt the opposite of what he had told her.

If the McLorans had hurt Gilly in the past, and she was still tormented by it to the point where she couldn't bring it up to Murakan and himself due to the pain, then he would punish the McLorans sooner or later. The fact that they didn't send a delegation meant little to him compared to that.

"Oh, Strawberry Shortcake. Don't be sad and come here. That ungraceful boy playing king for a day is coming to an end, so it seems the adults can finally get something."

Murakan gently took Gilly away. Jin looked for Petrow instead.

"Yes, young master!"

"Did the Volta clan not send anyone?" Jin asked.

"Let me check again, sir."

It was already past midnight when Petrow returned. "Oddly enough, sir. All the poor noble clans sent people who were rejected, but the Volta clan was the only one that didn't send anyone."

The so-called lowly noble clans like the Voltas didn't need to be cautious of Jin's brothers when sending congratulatory parties.

Anyway, these clans weren't significant enough to have direct ties with the pure-blooded Runcandels. Therefore, none of his brothers would care if Jin decided to meet with any of the poor noble clans or not, and Rosa wouldn't pay them any attention either.

This was precisely why the weaker clans tried their best to establish ties with the pure-blooded Runcandels on such occasions.

They often squeezed out every last bit of their funds to send gifts or even offered clan relics if they couldn't afford anything.

But the Voltas acted differently from the rest of the poor noble clans.

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It can't be. Is there someone in the Volta clan who is aware of Picon Minche's lineage? In this time period?

Picon Minche was the undisputed and unparalleled blacksmith in the history of the continent. He himself forged the Balisade and the Bradamante.

Almost a thousand years had passed since Picon Minche's death, but the Minche Smithing Guild remained the top blacksmithing group on the continent.

Licensed blacksmiths from the Minche Guild received better treatment than most knights and Magicians, both in Hufester and the Lutero Magical Federation.

Especially the guild's top three blacksmiths, each known as Anvil, Hammer, and Forge, were respected even by Cyron himself.

Given the respect shown to guild members, who would have imagined that Picon's own descendant was a steward of a struggling noble clan?

He was around twenty-three or twenty-four years old when he first appeared in my past life. I know for sure it was before he reached a star in Sword Techniques.

I still remembered it clearly because the whole of Hufester was shocked by the news.

The descendant of Picon Minche went by the name Fin Blanche.

And like most, he didn't know he was a descendant of Picon. Just like his parents, their parents, and their grandparents didn't know either.

Picon's descendants had lost their Minche surname and identity at some point and lived their lives as commoners. Their surname changed multiple times according to the laws and marriage customs of their time.

Then, suddenly, the god of blacksmiths appeared in Fin Blanche, the steward of the Volta clan.

Fin had already made a contract with the god of blacksmiths, but he only realized it for the first time when Jin was around twenty-four years old.

"Maybe the information from my past life was wrong. Perhaps the world only became aware of Fin Blanche's existence at that time, but the clan might have known about Fin much earlier, especially since Joshua has that Seer."

Jin summarized his thoughts and nodded.

Unlike now, Jin was not a flagbearer back then and was even looked down upon by the servants.

Therefore, he had no way of understanding what was going on within the clan. Back then, his life was just a series of days spent futilely training alone in a corner, only to hastily return to his room and hide from others.

"Do you need to know?"

The Volta patriarch and his guards quickly shook their heads at Jin's cold response. "No, Sir Jin! But it's just that Fin, our steward...". The patriarch's eyes immediately turned red. "He was captured by bandits three days ago. He was sweeping the snow on that street over there, and, well. If they had caught me instead. I'm old and useless."

The patriarch's loud sobs were pitiful, but Jin didn't have time to console him.

"I will bring him back immediately. You should pray for Fin Blanche's safety."

He would probably be safe, unless the history-altering caused by Jin's rebirth had also spread to this impossibly remote village.

"What, sir?"

"The direction."

"They went north. The bandits headed north, sir."

"Let's go, Shuri!"

"Mya!"

Shuri kicked up a cloud of snow as the cat sped away. The members of the Volta clan stood frozen in place, blinking as they watched Jin and Shuri disappear.

Jin ran three hours to the north and arrived at the bandits' hideout.

"What is this?"

"Who are you?"

Jin entered the natural cave, pushing aside the clumsy curtain they had placed at the entrance. The bandits who had been drinking suddenly stood up and shouted.

They were so insignificant that Jin had never come across such weaklings, even in his days as a provisional flagbearer.

The whole world wasn't as populated and filled with talent as the big cities.

Naturally, Jin had grown up in the group of beasts and transcendental figures, but that didn't mean there weren't people in other parts of the world who still fought against wretched bandits like them.

"Fin Blanche, raise your hand."

"We ask who you are!"

"You look like a noble from the capital. Why don't you continue on your way? Don't get yourself in trouble now."

Jin could see a weak teenager raising his hand in the background. It was Fin Blanche.

Jin found his target, but there was no need to draw his sword or start throwing punches.

When Jin revealed a tiny amount of the energies he wielded, the bandits instinctively fell to the ground and started trembling. When Jin increased his energies even more, they all passed out.

Fin looked around with frightened eyes and slowly walked towards Jin. And with each step he took, Jin felt something.

He felt the mysterious resonance he had experienced on the Bluebird Islands. The phenomenon was similar to how Sigmund had resonated with Gramm's tomb.

Wrooom!

Except it wasn't Sigmund resonating now. It was his recently retrieved favorite sword.

It was the Bradamante.

The sword was resonating with the god of blacksmiths, who was contracted with Fin.

"It seems today is a lucky day for both you and me." Jin greeted Fin as he offered a handshake.

But when Fin took Jin's hand, he heard a voice inside his head for the first time in his life.

-Bradamante! Fin, steal the sword that he holds. Right now!

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