Reborn As Noble - Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Cheers and Chaos ( 338 )
One of the soldiers hesitated, still watching the loud, laughing wyvern rider getting closer.

Then he turned to the captain and asked—

“Do you know that rider, Captain?”

The captain lowered his mana binoculars, already looking tired.

He rubbed his temples before answering.

“Uhh… you know our lord’s special blacksmith, right?”

The soldiers perked up.

“Master Rasdingen?”

“Yeah.”

There was a short silence.

The guards exchanged confused looks.

One of them tilted his head. “What about him?”

The captain sighed heavily and nodded toward the approaching wyvern.

“That wyvern rider? Let’s just say… he’s a copy of—”

“Copy?” one of the soldiers blinked, looking puzzled.

The captain paused, searching for the right words.

“Ah… more like…”

He exhaled loudly and finally said—

“He’s Rasdingen’s troublemaker partner.”

With a deep sigh, he turned to his men.

“Contact all the bases in every town.”

The soldiers stood up straight, paying close attention.

“Inform our overseers.”

“A troublesome drinker has arrived.”

Meanwhile in the Armand estate…

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and Alf stepped inside, bowing politely.

Garius looked up from his paperwork.

“Hmm? Yes, Alf?”

Alf cleared his throat, his voice calm but amused.

“Ah, my lord… we have received a message.”

Garius leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

Alf smiled a little before delivering the news.

“Rasdingen’s twin is coming.”

A long silence filled the room.

Garius exhaled deeply and rubbed his temple.

“Ah… well… that’s a small problem.”

He waved his hand, dismissing it.

“Nothing to worry about.”

Another pause.

Then, with a grin, he added—

“Besides… it’ll be fun to watch.”

Alf’s smile grew wider.

Erinnette, standing beside him, smiled knowingly.

Rasdingen strolled casually through the estate grounds, heading back to the barracks.

At that moment—

He was enjoying life.

“BAH! This drink be good!”

He grinned, raising the bottle high and taking a long, satisfied gulp.

The strong burn of liquor went down his throat, warming his chest.

“Aye, this be the best part o’ the day!”

But then—

A huge shadow came over him.

Above, a wyvern soared in the sky.

And from its back—

A figure jumped down.

A giant, broad figure.

With a fist pulled back, ready to strike.

Flying through the air like a diving rock.

A direct attack on Rasdingen.

And yet—

Rasdingen, completely unaware, kept walking.

Still drinking.

Still enjoying his liquor.

And…

“BUUUHHH!!!”

Rasdingen’s eyes bulged as a massive fist hit his face.

His body lurched back, feet dragging as the force sent him skidding.

His liquor bottle flew into the air.

Loud, booming laughter filled the estate.

“BAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The attacker landed heavily, shaking the ground.

Then, standing tall with a big, victorious grin—

Murigen.

“TASTE THE SURPRISE FIST, BROTHER! BWAHAHAHA!”

Rasdingen stumbled, holding his face and blinking in confusion.

“Who da hell just punched me?!”

Before Rasdingen could recover—

Murigen lunged forward and—

SNATCHED HIS LIQUOR BOTTLE.

“BAHAHAHAHA! THANKS FER THE DRINK, BROTHER!”

Rasdingen froze for half a second.

Then his brain caught up.

His face turned red.

His veins bulged.

“OI! MURIGEN, YE THIEVIN’ BASTARD! DON’T STEAL ME BLOODY DRINK!”

He immediately took off, chasing after Murigen, who was still laughing like a madman.

Murigen took a swig of the liquor while running.

“BAHAHA! TASTES EVEN BETTER WHEN IT’S STOLEN! BWAHAHA!”

Rasdingen roared.

“I’M GONNA BASH YER THICK SKULL, YE DAMNED THIEVES!”

After a long, chaotic chase through the estate—

Murigen finally stopped and tipped the liquor bottle upside down.

Not a single drop was left.

He blinked.

Then, with a loud disappointed groan, he threw his hands in the air.

“EH?! TOO SMALL FER ME!”

Then he turned to Rasdingen with a wild grin.

“BROTHER! WE NEED MORE!”

A brief silence.

Then—

“YE DAMNED THIEVIN’ BASTARD—!”

Rasdingen’s fist shot forward, hitting Murigen’s face.

Murigen staggered back, but instead of getting mad—

He grinned.

He punched Rasdingen back.

“BAHAHA! LONG TIME NO SEE, BROTHER!”

Rasdingen cracked his knuckles.

“AYE! YE TOO, YA LOUD-MOUTHED DRUNK!”

Fists flew.

Punch after punch.

Neither held back.

Neither dodged.

Both laughed like maniacs while pounding on each other.

After a while, both Murigen and Rasdingen finally stopped.

Their fists dropped.

Their laughter echoed through the estate.

They stepped forward… and embraced.

A tight, rough hug.

Murigen grinned wide, his booming voice warm.

“Damn ye, me brother! Ye didn’t change at all!”

Rasdingen snorted, smirking.

“Same goes fer ye, Murigen!”

Suddenly, he grabbed Murigen’s beard and gave it a hard tug.

Murigen yelped.

“Oi! Ye damn bastard, that hurts!”

Rasdingen grinned proudly.

“Just checkin’! Hah! Still as thick as ever, eh?”

Murigen rubbed his chin, a bit annoyed.

“Aye, ’tis a sign o’ wisdom an’ strength, ye know?”

Rasdingen laughed deeply.

“Hah! Wisdom me arse! More like a sign that ye’re still ugly as sin!”

Murigen punched his arm.

Rasdingen punched back.

They laughed again.

Because no matter how many years passed—

They were still brothers.

And some things never change.

Murigen threw an arm around Rasdingen’s shoulder, grinning wildly.

“BROTHER! I NEED MORE DRINK!”

Rasdingen stroked his beard, thinking.

“Hmmm…”

His lips curled into a mischievous grin.

“A’right! Follow me!”

With heavy footsteps, the two giant dwarves stomped toward the storage cellar.

The servants and guards who saw them froze in fear.

One staff member muttered, “…Oh no.”

Another paled, whispering, “…Not just one Rasdingen… now there’s two?!”

As the dwarven brothers reached the storage entrance—

Rasdingen kicked the doors open.

Murigen marched in right behind him.

They both grinned widely, eyes shining as they looked at the shelves full of liquor.

Murigen clapped his hands together.

“LET’S JUST TAKE AS MANY AS WE CAN!”

Rasdingen nodded eagerly.

“AND DRINK TO OUR HEART’S CONTENT!”

Without hesitation—

They began grabbing bottles, stuffing them under their arms, in their belts, and anywhere they could fit them.

Murigen’s nose twitched.

His eyes darted to another shelf.

“OI! TAKE THAT DRIED MEAT TOO!”

Rasdingen looked and then grinned.

“Aye! This one goes damn well with drink!”

They piled up smoked and dried meats, already planning their feast.

Then Murigen suddenly paused.

His expression turned serious.

“Brother?”

Rasdingen glanced at him.

“Hmm?”

Murigen narrowed his eyes cautiously.

Then, in a low voice, he asked—

“Ye got… cheese?”

Rasdingen rubbed his beard thoughtfully.

“Hmm… Let’s ask the maids to bring it to us!”

Murigen’s grin returned instantly.

“Aye! Aye! That’s the plan!”

With liquor, dried meat, and the promise of cheese—

The dwarven drinking night was about to begin.

( End of Chapter )