Reincarnation Of Audemars

"Hello children, how was your hunting today? Did you get many wild boars today?" Patricia greeted us as we sauntered in and washed our hands and faces before we all sat down at the Great Hall.

"It's been great Mummy, I shot a wild boar through its nose... And ingles shot one near its asshole... Hii Hii..." Kayla answered and she laughed at her foolishness when she thought she did aimed at the neck but ended hitting the side of the snout.

"We've got quite a lot today and we gave away to the cookhouse and to Uncle Silas to prepare for the daycare centre. We still have a few with us and we could have roasted pork chops later on, can we, Mummy?" said Jane as she checked and find that she still has quite a number of pieces left.

"We didn't want to shoot at rabbits and deers, they looked too cute to be killed for meat. It's better we go for slower, uglier beasts instead. Even though most of the time they were grazing the fields, somehow it's an easier target than swinging our crossbow around to hunt for those quicker ones. Daddy says it's to build our reflexes, is that right Daddy?

Ingles was pointing out to me and I was lost in thoughts when I realised that Ingles was talking to me. "Oh, I'm sorry Ingles, Daddy was deep in thought. Yes, to hunt those quicker ones is to build your reflexes where you need to hit a moving target as accurately as possible."

Actually, I wasn't lost in thoughts but I received a whole set of notifications stating that I had completed the duplication of the 5 items and had gained 1250% progress that had made me leap a few base levels, crafting levels and earn some more allocation points.

All the items were automatically transferred into my storage bag and I went over to the space where I placed the weapons before and with a single swipe of my hand, the 250 pieces of battle axes, two-handed Broadsword, Assassin's compact crossbow, mages hat and mages long overcoat were displayed in neat stacks on the floor.

I sat down with the children again and I opened up the topic of the ranking of the Houses in Ingmery and finds out from Prius that there are a total of 12 Houses in Ingmery itself. We had already known about the houses here in Central and for the Northern District we have the 5 different Houses and each House represent each Class. The same goes to the Southern District.

As for the ranking, yes... House of Keating was indeed ranked at the 14th standings. It was quite miserable to hear that but in terms of wealth and reputation, we were in top position and it would take many years for the second runner up to catch up. It was all thanks to the business development from the House of Keating.

As we were about to settle for lunch with the freshly roasted pork which was marinated with salt, tomato sauce and black pepper, our front door was knocked furiously and someone was calling for me from the outside. As the door was swung open, am apprentice apparently from Blake's was at the door.

"Mister Macleod, you better hurry. There's an incident at our Blacksmith as the 2 other Blacksmith from the Northern and Southern had come to stir some trouble."

"They wanted Blake to produce Level 4 iron ingots but all he could produce was close to Level 2 but had failed. He doesn't want to expose you but he's stuck at this moment and can't provide any answers at all."

"Please hurry..." and the apprentice left hurriedly to Blake's leaving me on wonder what could have happened to stir up such problems. Then I remembered when I looked at the pieces that were ready to be picked up for distribution and sale.

I swiped all the weapons back into my storage and told the children and Patricia not to worry. It had happened before and the outcome for the results is still the same. I left without my lunch and walked gingerly towards the marketplace where a small group of people were gathering to watch the commotion.

I walked in and some of the people recognised me and made a path to let me pass through. They were talking in a hushed manner but when I got inside 2 burly looking men were raiding their voice at Blake who somehow was cowering in his seat and even he himself is a burly man, right now he looked like a tiny dwarf to me.

The moment I stepped in, a beam of hope flashed on Blake's face as I introduced myself, "Good noon my good gentlemen, what can we do for you in the House of Keating Blacksmith." by using the phrase House of Keating instead of Blake's Blacksmith put me in an upper hand position to deal with those so-called intruders.

"Eh... Is it Blake's Blacksmith and when did it change? Why is the store's signboard didn't indicate anything about the House of Keating instead? And who might you be, young man?" queried one of the burly men whom I later learnt was called Quentin from the Northern District while the other was named Romulus from the Southern.

"Mister Blake here is our employee and I am the owner of this Blacksmith for a week now. My name is not important but you can call me, 'Father'." I simply replied and not a bit intimidated by these two men.

"Father? Are you some kind of priest because clearly, you are not since you are in the lowest level of Armour Class," said Quentin as he held his hand on my shoulders, seemingly wanting to put pressure on it to intimidate me somehow.

But the scowl on his face disappeared when he touched my shoulder which happens to have a pair of leather pauldron that were fused with Level 4 Iron making it Mesh Iron Reinforced Pauldron with an armour rating of +80.

He could sense something was off from the leather pauldron and his finger slightly brushed the edges and discovered that it somehow had been reinforced but he could put his finger around it.

"Look here, Father... House of Keating... I mean Blake here is trying to destroy my business in the North."

"Yes, the same goes to mine in the South. He had been selling these Level 4 weapons and had been keeping mum all this while. He had not told us where and how he managed to procure these pieces." rebuked Romulus as he moved forward and tried to jab Blake in the chest with his stubby fingers.

"We tried him to produce the Level 4 but his skills were not up to ours since we both are Level 2 Blacksmith and on the way becoming Level 3 Blacksmith. Our little friend here is still producing Level 1 iron pieces... BBAAHH..." and Quentin suddenly sucked in his throat and spat thick yellowish phlegm and nearly landed at my boots.

"WHAT THE FUCK! YOU WANT TROUBLE, HERE COMES TROUBLE, YOU FUCKTARDS..." I screamed literally in my head. A person who does that has no respect towards the other party and in the underworld, his face would be smacked hard with a 2x4 so that he would learn some manners after losing some of his teeth.

"Tsk... Tsk... Tsk... This is not the place where you could just spit your saliva around, Mister Quentin. This is a place of business and this is also the House of Keating Blacksmith. I emphasise again, Blake here is our employee and we have every right to protect our employees' interest." I tried to be a reasoning person and not to lose my cool and kick their balls in front of the public, for now, I represent the House of Keating and not just a Macleod.

"So, maybe you could be honest with us. Where does your puny, cowardly Blake the employee here get his little girlie hands-on Level 4 iron pieces? From you, I suppose... Mister F A T H E R?" Romulus was clearly out to destroy Blake and the business that House of Keating had taken over and clearly these two men were out creating trouble.