The Tin Knight

Chapter 32: The Tin Knight and The Mysterious Underground Labyrinth (1)
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Chapter 32: The Tin Knight and The Mysterious Underground Labyrinth (1)

At the peak of noon, with the sun soaring overhead.

Eight carriages were moving in a line under the warm sunlight.

Inside the most luxurious carriage, designed purely for passenger transport unlike the other cargo wagons, a middle-aged man named Lorentz Halder was lost in thought.

It seems like just yesterday that I left my hometown with a single bundle, and now I am, riding a noble’s carriage, managing people. You never know how things will turn out in this world.

Lorentz was a merchant.

But not just any merchant, he was a veteran among veterans who had traversed the continent for over 20 years.

In this harsh world, the fact that he had survived for so long amidst ever-changing weather, treacherous natural environments, wild beasts and rare magic beasts, bandits who’d rather gut someone than work honestly, rural residents who viewed outsiders as potential thieves, and nobles who treated merchants like golden goblins, proved Lorentz’s tremendous ability and fortune.

While marveling at how far he had come, Lorentz couldn’t help but feel a tinge of bitterness at the same time.

Although the Halder Company he led was quite well-known in the southeastern part of the Empire, compared to giant conglomerates that sat at such lofty heights, his accomplishments seemed pale in comparison.

If he hadn’t started from nothing.

If he had had more initial capital and backing, couldn’t he have climbed higher?

Seeing the white hair that had started to grow stealthily, Lorentz couldn’t help but harbor such sentiments.

“Father. I heard this area was underdeveloped without a clear ruling power, yet the road is wider and sturdier than expected.”

Lorentz awoke from his reverie at the sound of his son’s voice from the opposite seat.

He smiled and replied, “It’s a road made by the kingdom long, long ago.”

“Which kingdom do you mean?”

“The Kingdom of Ionia.”

At Lorentz’s answer, his son’s expression subtly changed.

“...That backwater nation? No, how could a nation at the far eastern end make roads here in the first place?”

“Well. I’ve only heard rumors here and there, but they say the kingdom in its heyday was an even more powerful nation than the current Empire. They say this area was originally their territory too.”

“Hoh. To think such a prosperous nation has come to that state now.”

“That’s how the world works. When there’s a time to rise high, there’s also a time to fall. You should always be mindful of your footing too.”

“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Despite being at an age where parental nagging might be grating, his son nodded obediently without showing any particular displeasure. Lorentz felt a sense of pride swelling in a corner of his heart.

His intelligent and diligent son, Micks, was Lorentz’s pride.

For a merchant’s son, he might have been a bit too gentle and naive, but that too would improve with experience.

Yes, I started with nothing, but this child will be different.

Thinking this way, even the hardships of his younger days didn’t seem all bad.

After all, he could pass on to his son the wisdom gained from starting at the bottom—things that the wealthy, born into comfort, would never experience.

Accumulating as diverse experiences as possible from a young age would allow one to deal with unexpected situations without panicking later.

That’s right.

For example, unusual experiences like the girl running alongside the cargo wagon visible through that window right now—experiences such as thes...?

“Huh?”

Lorentz rubbed his eyes for a moment.

He hadn’t thought this health was failing, but it seemed he had developed presbyopia without realizing it.

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