The Black Iron Glory
Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Claude squatted as low as he could as he approached that part of the roof like a cat.

Their voices rang as he approached. Arbeit and Christina sounded like they were arguing, and the latter sounded furious. Arbeit, on the other hand, spoke in a soft tone. It even sounds like he's begging.

What are they fighting about?

"… You said three months, but it's been half a year and I'm still in this rough attic! Where's my suite ?! You always said you'd buy me a suite! You always forget after getting out of my bed I'm warning you, Arbeit, if you don't get me a suite by the end of this month, don't even think about getting into my bed anymore! I'll even tell your dad that you promised me the Suite to trick me into sleeping with you! We'll see who loses more! "

"My dear Christina, dear one, I have never lied to you. Didn't I say that, as long as there is free space somewhere downstairs, you can move? I can't possibly kick the tenant out, though Come on, be nice and let's stop arguing. I'll make sure you get your room as soon as possible. I swear– "

"- Put on my ass! Isn't Mister Leklin from the second floor going to move? People moved into his empty room in three days! Are you even trying to get it for me? I even happily anticipated my move! I just knew I didn't understand when the new tenant, Mrs Alika, came to give me dessert! How do you explain that ?! "

"Huh. It wasn't my fault. I told my parents not to rent out the suite because I had a friend who wanted to rent it. Mr. Leklin did not cancel his contract, however, he instead transferred it to his cousin. I can't do anything about it. And after she moved, my mother signed the right contract with her and even raised her rent. There's nothing I can do about it. "

"You always come up with all kinds of reasons! I was too blind until now! You are truly unreliable! You can't even get me a suite!

"Summer is only two months away and the attic will boil. There's only one toilet bowl here and no bathtub. I have to go to the corridor on the second floor just to wash my face! People get water from there to mop the floor, and I use it to wash my face! I've had enough!

"I'll only give you two more months. If I still live here, I'll spill everything I know! At worst, I will leave this stupid city. There are many places in the kingdom that I can move, but when Yes, I will leave you with a ruined reputation! "

"I promise! I promise! I'll give you a suite in two months. Even if there are no empty rooms here, I'll rent one in town for you."

"You make it sound so easy.Do you think the rooms in this good city are empty? Rooms with clean toilets and running water are always occupied! You promised me all sorts of things just to get into my bed and forget everything after you pulled your pants. If you don't get me a nice room, I'll spill everything! "

He puts a venomous emphasis on the last word.

"I will, I will. I'll get you a decent room. Trust me. I already have something planned. You'd be surprised I promised."

"really? What about the rent?"

"I'll pay for it. You don't have to worry about anything. Just pack up and wait for the move. Look, this is the lucky bracelet I got from the moon temple for you. The priest said it was blessed by the moon god and would give you good luck if you wore it. It's expensive, you know … "

"Forget over. Don't think you can fool me with this worthless thing. I'm not like 17 or 18-year-old girls who would believe such stupid things. Even all the good luck bracelets in the world won't take away my bad luck for sleeping with a useless man like you. When are you gonna get the jewelry I deserve? "

"Don't say that. I didn't buy you jewelry, but I bought you two dresses and a coat. It cost me almost my entire salary …"

"Don't say that. I didn't buy you jewelry, but I bought you two dresses and a coat. It cost me almost my entire salary …"

Claude finally found out where all his brother's money had gone.

"What's the point of a good dress if you don't have matching jewelry? It was so embarrassing the last time I attended a party without a single accessory. Do you know what it's like to strip your neck like that?"

Claude heard Arbeit swear he would definitely buy his jewelry.

Things that are inappropriate for children to follow. What can be said about it, is that clothes rustled, lots of kissing was involved, and the voices of Arbeit and Christina were very active that night.

As he tries to secretly sneak back into his attic, Claude wonders how Arbeit got involved with the woman. It seems that their relationship is back to fair, at least half a year.

Officially it was gossip, but everyone also knew about him. She has a complicated relationship with the director of the company she works for, and the only reason she is in a place like Whitestag Town is because.

In general, she also does not behave as a cultured woman. That said, however, his brother had impressed him in all the wrong ways even more. He could not understand how such a fool was entangled with such a woman. He was a few years older than her, but still young enough that his appearance had yet to begin to fold. Most men can only dream of capturing someone from his appearance, if not his character.

Christina is almost 27 and Arbeit has just turned 20. As far as Claude is concerned, his sister has an oedipus complex, or Christina is a cougar, likely both.

Christina is almost 27 and Arbeit has just turned 20. As far as Claude is concerned, his sister has an oedipus complex, or Christina is a cougar, likely both.

Claude, because of all his experience in this life, had been quite a player before. Arbeit's careful verbal maneuvers did not disappear from him. The young man expertly, if not gracefully, repudiated all of his female reprimands and outbursts and in the end still got what he wanted. He was only 20 years old, so where did his skills come from? He has made a lot of promises, but he is not committed to anything too big. Most importantly, his promise was only verbal. As for the money he seems to be spending on clothes and other help, that is what the game is like. Women need money. Only a gigolo wants a woman to pay for everything.

Whatever, Claude shook himself, It has nothing to do with me. Who cares where Arbeit learns how to speak sweetly? Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps connecting with women is his only true talent.

Claude's mind wandered again. Knowing about Arbeit's relationship is not at all beneficial. He would at least threaten her with it during one of their arguments to see if the man would back off so she could have a good reason to hit him again.

He had been thinking about threatening her with the secret to paying off his debt, but he quickly rejected it.

Given Arbeit's stingy personality, he cares more about his money than his reputation with his parents. There was no way Claude could get any money out of him. Instead, this open-ended joke would cause him to lose his parents' favor for deliberately undermining his brother's prospects.

Moreover, only his parents would lose face if this were to really come out. While they would care about their reputation, the Arbeit would not. He might even be bathed in the envy of others raining down on him.

Whatever, I'll let the boy go for the sake of mom and dad. They gave birth to this body, after all. Even a transmigrator had to show filial piety, right? There is no need to bother and make my parents angry over that useless person.

The hookup was no problem for Leguna, so she quickly forgot about it as she concentrated on decoding the secret of the recipe book. His study was empty, and the trains were gone, so he could finally get the Hez dictionary. He can decode at least two pages of the book.

He came down the stairs barefooted. Although he lightened his steps, the stairs were still slightly creaking.

The hookup was no problem for Leguna, so she quickly forgot about it as she concentrated on decoding the secret of the recipe book. His study was empty, and the trains were gone, so he could finally get the Hez dictionary. He can decode at least two pages of the book.

He came down the stairs barefooted. Although he lightened his steps, the stairs were still slightly creaking.

Fortunately, Morssen was too drunk and more than tired. He's already asleep. As for her mother, she had been working all night and had also gone to dreamland.

Arbeit wasn't on the first floor, obviously, so no one could stop Claude when he opened the door of his room and went down. He filled the lamp with oil, picked up the dictionary, and slipped back into his room like a thief in his own home.

He closed the door and turned on the lights before putting his blanket under the door. As such, the worst of the light was at a standstill, and he had nothing to fear of being found too easily.

He prepared to open the dictionary, but stopped when a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He had only read ten pages correctly before fainting last time, roughly half an hour. If he really took to decoding the book, he might finish one page at the same time at most if everything went well. Also, even though she felt normal after bathing in the moonlight, she could not be sure how much energy she actually got.

He had learned his lesson the hard way, and he had no interest in learning it anymore. He also certain magic powers were unable to recover that quickly.

He paced around in his attic room for a while before finally inspiration came to him and he slapped himself for his silliness. There was no need for him to decode the text directly from the cookbook. Can't he copy the text on another piece of paper? Each page has only a few lines of words, so it can finish copying them in ten minutes or so. He should have enough mental strength for that.

So, he began to copy the words one by one, page by page. He also took a short break between each yard to do a short rooftop shower session before moving on to the next one.

It took several hours for him to start feeling his weariness this time, and the moon bath had stopped eliminating him. He kept his things, turned off his lights, and went to sleep.