Building A Human Empire By Creating A Clan [EN]: Chapter 29

As I expected,

It wasn’t long before a group came looking for me.

“Are you the lord?”

A man, overweight and waddling, spoke.

“My father has a very important proposal for you.”

“I know. It’s about selling humans.”

Pinto’s son puffed out his chubby cheeks and smiled.

“If you know, it’ll be easier to talk. How many will you sell?”

The Mine War

“Lord, you have a guest.”

“A guest?”

I set the wooden stick down. I had come to check on the mill after hearing that the waterwheel was broken.

Seeing the damaged gears, the teeth were all messed up.

I was explaining to the artisans how to match the teeth of the large and small gears to minimize damage.

While fixing the gears, I was also explaining the concept of a crankshaft, which converts the rotational motion of the wheel into linear motion, drawing diagrams in the dirt.

“We’ll continue this later.”

“Hmm… Understood. Thank you for your insights, Lord.”

The artisans, who had been listening intently, smacked their lips.

They had all been treated poorly by their masters during their apprenticeships.

Not only were they underpaid, but they probably didn’t even receive proper training.

Of course, they’d appreciate me freely sharing better skills and knowledge than their former masters.

‘With a little application, they can use this immediately.’

Pumps, saws, bellows, etc. There are countless applications for converting rotational motion into linear motion.

If they understand the principle and are given the time and resources, they will definitely try to apply it.

“Let them in.”

I returned to the lord’s manor, sat in a chair, and put a cigarette in my mouth.

No sooner had I finished speaking than a fat man, accompanied by a group, entered the room with heavy footsteps that thumped on the floor.

The room was decorated for meetings and meals, but it felt like the man alone was taking up all the space.

The footsteps weren’t angry, but heavy.

The overgrown body was heavy, and the floor seemed to groan under his weight.

The man took a few steps and was already out of breath, exhaling heavily.

“Are you the lord?”

Then he threw out an unexpectedly rude remark.

Thoughts swirled, and displeasure was evident all around.

From Calliope’s expressionless face to Griff’s forced smile.

The man’s arrogant attitude created a tense atmosphere.

“I am Sandro Ramirez.”

Ramirez is Pinto’s surname.

‘He’s Pinto’s son.’

I recognized it from the emphasis on Ramirez.

Looking closely, I could vaguely see Pinto’s features.

He was so fat that his eyes, nose, and mouth were almost lost in the folds of his face.

If you knew he was Pinto’s son, the resemblance was there.

I rested my elbow on the armrest of the chair and propped up my chin.

“My father has a very important proposal for you.”

“It’s about selling humans.”

Pinto’s son jiggled his thick fat and smiled.

“You knew? If you know, it’ll be easier to talk. How many will you sell?”

“Well.”

I took a deep drag of my cigarette and exhaled slowly.

“Gehardt should have told you.”

“Told me what?”

“Not to propose that I sell humans.”

“You’re a moral person.”

Tsk, tsk, Sandro clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Too bad, but you’ll have to listen even if you don’t like it. The person behind you will like the proposal.”

“Behind me?”

“That’s right. You and I both have someone who protects us, right? That’s why we’re in this position. So, I hope you know your place a little. Don’t act like you’re some great humanitarian.”

I responded to Sandro’s threat with a sneer.

“There’s no one behind me. If there is, it’s an obligation.”