Through actual combat, the empire confirmed the power of matchlocks and cannons.

    Accordingly, the empire’s finances were released, and additional weapons and operators began to be mass-produced.

    In addition, shipyards are receiving orders for the remodeling and manufacturing of warships.

    The boom period of imperial industry had arrived.

    But unfortunately, not everyone in the world runs happily.

    The cruel principle of the world is that if there is a place where there is a profit, there is also a place where there is a loss.

    This is a fact that can be easily observed through stocks and coins in Brown’s past life (let’s not forget that he also had quite a bit of experience with stocks and coins in his past life).

    So, where is the loss?

    It was the weapons research and development department that led the boom period.

    Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a loss, but isn’t the original judgment subjective?

    The weapons research and development department was overwhelmed with work related to weapons production and supply management.

    “Ugh, it wasn’t a place like this? Wasn’t it a place like this? It wasn’t a place like this?”

    “Are you sorry, Dad? I’m working overtime again today…”

    “Still, the allowance is a lot…”

    “Go! This is not a department that came because they wanted extra pay!”

    “Why isn’t work decreasing?”

    Department members who are on the verge of overwork due to unprecedented workloads.

    The previous work-life balance and relaxed work intensity atmosphere was no longer found.

    They began to look for the cause of the increase in work intensity, and it was closer than they thought.

    John Brown.

    He was once a man called a hero who saved the department from the brink of abolition.

    “Is it you, who took away my work-life balance from me?”

    “Where do I get a curse doll?”

    “Relieving [evil] and realizing [justice]. Is that my [mission]…”

    He also felt the ugly atmosphere in the department.

    “John Brown, I curse you!”

    Startle.

    Even today, leaving behind the curses he heard from somewhere, Brown took refuge in his office.

    “…Mr. Brown. Where are you coming from? Surely you didn’t come to rest?”

    “Look at this. Work hasn’t decreased at all. Isn’t it strange? I’m sure I’m still working.”

    The team members who greeted him had eerie looks in their eyes for some reason.

    There was no paradise where I fled.

    Brown just closed his eyes tightly.

    ***

    John Brown went to work again today.

    There was someone who called him out.

    “…John Brown?”

    Has it finally come?

    John Brown closed his eyes tightly and sighed.

    “Please. Please end it without pain.”

    “What?”

    “…Aren’t you a contract murderer?”

    “What nonsense…”

    He had an annoyed look on his face.

    “Kyle McColson. He is a researcher at the Magical Engineering Research Institute.”

    “Ah.”

    Brown, embarrassed by the fact that he had been mistaken, changed his mind.

    “Ah, yes. But for some reason…”

    “Don’t be overconfident.”

    “Yes?”

    “I told you not to be overconfident just because you developed a new weapon.”

    “What…”

    Brown wanted to argue with him right away.

    I wanted to pour out comments such as when I saw him, informally, and what kind of fight you are.

    But I had no choice but to endure it.

    One piece of information I have learned through 20 years of life.

    Most of the people who appeared like that were high-ranking nobles or their children.

    John Brown was also an aristocrat, but he was the child of a baron, who could be considered the weakest of the aristocrats, so he could not step out carelessly.

    Brown suppressed his anger and lowered his head, as he was expected to face extinction if he confronted high-ranking nobles.

    “…Yes. I will keep that in mind.”

    “Hmph. I will watch.”

    Brown thought as he watched him walk away.

    ‘It’s the worst.’

    Even today, he felt the sadness of being the weakest noble.

    But Brown’s sorrow did not last long.

    Today is the day the imperial family rewards him.

    Time passed quickly, and soon the person sent by the imperial family arrived at the department.

    He opened the document, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth.

    “The Empire highly values ​​John Brown’s dedication and passion… The effectiveness of the new weapon has been proven through actual combat… Through this, the Empire’s national defense power has further improved…”

    The contents were like this.

    Matchlocks and cannons were good.

    To significantly increase the number of operators.

    Additionally, the economy is also booming.

    Thank you for making this.

    After a long introduction, he got into the main topic.

    “The empire therefore praises your merits…”

    ‘Oh…is this a reward?’

    Brown began to look forward.

    What kind of reward will the empire give?

    It is a moment to look forward to.

    “…will provide a reward of gold…”

    Even by the standards of a capital city where housing prices are high, this is the amount you can buy for a large, well-located house.

    Brown calmed down and looked forward to his next words.

    “And…”

    The words that eventually came out of his mouth were completely different from what I expected.

    “The Weapons Research and Development Department is renamed to the Munitions Management Department, and a Weapons Research Center is established and John Brown is appointed as a researcher.”

    ‘?’

    After making a shocking statement, he handed the documents to Brown and left the room.

    ‘Did I hear wrong?’

    In the case of researchers, they start from at least level 6 or 7 as an imperial civil servant.

    He was a level 9 student and suddenly received a sudden promotion.

    Brown was wondering if he hadn’t heard correctly.

    His worries were broken by the congratulations of his department members.

    “Congratulations.”

    “Congratulations.”

    “Omedetto.”

    “ Hey, take a shot later.”

    Unlike usual, it was the department members who congratulated me.

    “So, your time in this department is over now?”

    “Okay. This is what you do and then run away, right?”

    “Could it be okay if you carry the department work with you?”

    That wasn’t necessarily true.

    “But today is the last day. Let’s have a farewell party.”

    “You can look forward to it, right?”

    “Don’t run away?”

    Still, the farewell party was fun.

    ***

    After the farewell party, Brown enjoyed a short vacation.

    Time passed quickly and before I knew it, it was time to go to work at my newly assigned department.

    As Brown left for work, he started to get excited about meeting his new colleagues.

    “I wish I wasn’t a weird person.”

    Before he knew it, he had arrived in front of the lab.

    After checking my clothes, I opened the door with a trembling heart.

    Facing him was Kyle McColson, whom he had met on his way to work a few days ago.

    ‘Why is that bastard over there…’

    Brown froze in confusion.

    He also looked embarrassed, but soon wrinkled his face and opened his mouth.

    “Chet, I never thought I would end up working in the same place as you.”

    A situation where we met the person we didn’t want to meet the most.

    It is not easy from the first day of assignment to a new department.

    ‘Ha… Still, he’s probably the child of a high-ranking noble, so it’s probably right for me to bow down.’

    Once again, Brown, feeling the sadness of the weakest noble, gave up and entered.

    “Ahaha. Still, I will work hard.”

    “Don’t even say a word. Because it’s annoying.”

    “…”

    What came back to him was a sharp reaction.

    ‘I’m about to resign.’

    What kept Brown’s patience intact was the skills he had acquired through 20 years of living in this world.

    This can be seen as emphasizing the importance of continuous learning.

    ‘But what is the level of class that leads to such an attitude?’

    But I couldn’t control my curiosity.

    Brown knew the results wouldn’t be good, but he couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

    In Legend of Legends, Brown asked McColson a question, feeling like a supporter checking a bush where there might be a jungle before eating a dragon.

    “Sorry to say this, but may I ask what your rank is?”

    McColson’s expression wrinkles in response to Brown’s question.

    ‘Are you screwed?’

    It is very rude to ask about a nobleman’s rank.

    This is a surname I’ve never heard of, but are you a noble?

    Or what are you doing?

    This is because there are cases where it is taken to mean.

    “…You don’t even know my last name. Especially this time, I will overlook your rudeness.”

    However, McColson was more lenient than expected.

    “Thank you for your generosity.”

    “Hmm. Okay, okay. My family is…”

    He said, leaning back awkwardly in his chair.

    “The Baron McColson family. Memorize it.”

    Baron’s family name.

    Excluding baronets, they can be considered the lowest class in the nobility class.

    By some coincidence, John Brown is also a member of the Baron family.

    There was no need to pay attention or bow too low.

    “Huh.”

    Brown laughed.

    My mind was complicated.

    Something is boiling.

    But I didn’t hold back.

    Because there is no need to endure it any longer.

    “Fuck you.”

    McColson was taken aback by Brown’s sudden change in attitude.

    “Are you confronting a nobleman? Are you not afraid of the aftermath?”

    “Fuck Huhwan on the topic of writer Nam. Fuck you, you bastard. It’s a duel.”

    The reason why Brown didn’t throw a punch right away is also because of the 20 years…

    “Ignorant. Nobles have a hard time…”

    “Fuck body pain. I thought he was a high-ranking noble with his shitty attitude, but he’s a baron? Naaamjak? 이 개새끼가. hey. Let’s duel.”

    “Again, this is extremely ignorant…”

    “You crazy bastard. Is refusing a duel protecting one’s integrity? Were you scared?”

    Were you scared?

    Even after hearing this, no one stays still.

    This was especially true for people of this era.

    McColson also couldn’t resist the simple but effective provocation, “Are you scared?”

    “This is a statement that cannot be ignored. Accept the duel…”

    Before he could finish speaking, Brown rushed in.

    From now on, it was time for a sacred and noble duel, the exclusive preserve of nobles.

    “This fucking guy is telling me not to be cocky? Watching? Some idiot acts like a high-ranking noble and says to a bastard like you that I’m an asshole. Why don’t you come here? Run away? Do you think I can’t catch it?”

    “…Help your body…”

    “Heel pain. It’s a punch that causes toothache!”

    “Are you doing this because you know who I am!”

    “…Who is it?”

    ‘Is it really my business?’

    Brown’s sense of reason returned briefly.

    “I am a researcher! The rank and position are different from someone like you!”

    “Ugh. Is that so?”

    Brown lost his senses again.

    “Aaagh! Calm down!”

    Suddenly, Brown and McColson turned their heads at the sound of a voice coming from the entrance.

    The person standing at the entrance was Luna Karen.

    “…”

    Brown quietly released his grip on McColson’s collar.

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