Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 27

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 27

Rebirth of the Lich (1)

Julian, the Baron, looked like he’d just swallowed something incredibly unpleasant.

Of all the unbelievable things he’d heard in his life. “Who’s getting married? My son?”

“What nonsense! My son got married?”

“You didn’t know?”

“Of course not! How could he get married without a word to me? Who’s the bride? And more importantly, how do you know about this?”

“I saw it.”

“Saw?”

Julian, the Baron, glared at Legion with eyes that could bore holes through steel. *Let him do as he pleases,* he thought. *It’s hard for him to do anything to me now, but I can’t do anything to him either.* Legion shrugged and continued.

“Zenon, Cycoph, and four knights disappeared, right?”

“Yes, so you knew. What exactly did you do to them!”

“What do you mean, ‘do’? They all fell in love and eloped.”

“Love, what?”

“A love elopement.”

“You son of a bitch! Stop with the wordplay!”

“Wordplay? How could I joke with my uncle about something like this?”

“Re, really?”

“Really.”

“Wh, who’s the bride?”

Legion hesitated for a moment. He couldn’t exactly say they were dragged away by Orcish female warriors. But it was also awkward to say they fell in love with Orcs. What human in the world would fall in love with an Orc?

*Ah, there is one. Jonas’s father. I’m really curious about who it is.*

*Oh, well, whatever. Why worry? What will be, will be.*

“They’ve set up house with Orcish female warriors inside the Dusselrup Mountains.”

“Wh-what?”

Julian, the Baron’s eyes widened as big as pumpkins.

He looked as incredulous as if someone said a human laid an ostrich egg.

“Hard to believe, right? I couldn’t believe it even after seeing it. Who knew he had that kind of taste.”

“Don’t talk nonsense! Tell me where my son is right now!”

“I’ll tell you where the Orc tribe is. I’ll draw you a map, so take the knights and go. You won’t believe me no matter how many times I tell you.”

“If you’re lying… I swear on my honor as a knight, I will kill you.”

“Oh, is that how it is? Suddenly my life is on the line. But uncle, you know the bride is a chieftain, right? So, I’ll say this too. What if I’m right?”

“What?”

“You said you’d kill me if I was wrong. You put the lord’s head on the line, so you have to put something on the line too, uncle.”

Julian, the Baron, had a headache.

*What is this guy? He seems right, but something is subtly off. I feel like I’m getting seriously caught up in this.*

“What do you want?”

“Do you think I want your head or something, uncle? I’m not that cruel. You want my life, but I just want a small token of your sincerity.”

“Money?”

“Bingo, bet all your assets, uncle.”

“What?”

“I’m betting my life, so you bet all your assets.”

Legion took out another document from his pocket and quickly wrote it out.

-If Legion’s words are true, I will transfer all my assets to him.

“Here. Just sign.”

Legion handed the written document to Julian, the Baron.

Julian, the Baron’s expression twisted differently than before. He looked like he was thinking very hard.

*What if Legion’s words are true?*

“I’m betting my life. If my words are false, I’ll be publicly beheaded. Everyone, did you all hear that?”

Legion shouted at the servants and maids who were hiding in the mansion and watching.

They all nodded, saying they understood.

“See? So many people have notarized it. I’ll be kneeling in front of the town hall, waiting to be beheaded. You can come and cut off my head, uncle. I’ll transfer all my rights too. Take the lord’s seat. Take the baronial title. If you’re uncomfortable cutting off my head with your own hands, have Paring do it. He seems to have quite a few complaints about me.”

“Ah, no, that’s.”

“Sign it quickly. You can have all this territory, uncle. Think about it. The lord’s seat you’ve been wanting so badly. It’s a chance to have everything in your hands. Just sign it and you can have it all. Sign it. Just sign it.”

Julian, the Baron, felt like he was possessed by a ghost.

He grabbed the pen and signed the document Legion handed him. Or rather, just as he was about to, Paring quickly snatched it away.

“Julian, what are you doing? You’ll be in big trouble if you sign this. Get a grip.”

Paring was breathing heavily.

His face was a mess from how much he had been beaten by Legion. But his eyes were firm.

*Of course, it doesn’t make sense that Zenon married an Orc. But there must be a reason why Legion is so confident. You must never sign the document before confirming it.*

*There’s some kind of trick.*

*Isn’t it possible that they can’t confirm it, or in the worst case, only the Orc who married him after he was already killed will come forward? That alone would make this clumsy contract a burden.*

Paring is sure.

The lord made a deal with the devil.

*Otherwise, this situation cannot be explained. That cunning and cruel brainpower. The lord wasn’t usually like this.*

Legion chuckled as he watched Paring snatch the document from Julian, the Baron’s hand. *Good, you’re in trouble now.*

“What are you doing?”

“No promises can be made until Zenon’s safety is confirmed.”

“No promises, you say, you little shit.”

“Cannot… be made.”

“You’re completely playing dumb. You’ll kill me if I’m wrong, but you won’t compensate me if I’m right? There’s no such thing in the world. Everyone, did you hear what Paring is saying? He’s scamming the lord.”

“I, when did I ever.”

“Good. Then you take responsibility instead.”

“Wh, what do you mean.”

“I’ll bet my life, so you bet your life too. Paring. That’s fair, isn’t it.”

Legion smiled as he looked at Paring.

The blood drained from Paring’s face as he saw his smile. *Since when? It didn’t seem like he could beat Legion at all.*

*He’s much stronger in terms of force.*

*Paind and Shalom are much stronger. We have much more power. What’s wrong? What’s going wrong?*

Legion, who approached Paring, whose face had turned pale, whispered once again.

“You bet your life too, you son of a bitch.”

* * *

“Hahahaha, hohohoho, hihihihi, kikikikik.”

As he walked down the road towards the village, Legion laughed non-stop. It felt like ten years of indigestion was being washed away.

-Are you that happy?

“Of course, of course. I don’t think I need to take stomach medicine anymore. I’ve been so worried because of that bastard.”

-Watching you makes me scared. I didn’t think Paring would sign the document.

“He had no choice. Otherwise, my uncle would have to bet all his assets. Either or, if he hadn’t signed, his loyalty would have been questioned.”

-Oho, amazing. It was a pretty well-made script for someone with an IQ of only 90.

“Ah, right. My IQ is 90. No, I’m so outstanding with an IQ of only 90. If I had a normal IQ of 110, that means I’d be far superior to ordinary people. Right?”

-……

Mark didn’t answer. *This bastard is like this if you praise him even a little.*

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you cursing me in your head?”

*Wow, amazing. Is his IQ really only 90? I need to scan his brain structure again,* Mark thought.

It was then.

Text appeared on his retina.

-The ‘Qualities of a Wise Ruler’ skill has been leveled down.

Huh? What does this mean? Not level up, but level down?

-The resentment of the territory residents has deepened significantly. Unhappiness has increased by +10. It is recommended to stay home today. Misfortune is befalling Legion.

Hey, hey, what is this again? What did I do to deepen the resentment of the territory residents?

-The resentment of Julian, the Baron, Paring, Paind, and Shalom is deep. If you do not resolve their resentment, unhappiness will be strengthened.

Only then did he realize what the ‘Qualities of a Wise Ruler’ passive skill meant.

Legion tore at his short hair again.

“Agh! Ningimi! Right. They’re also territory residents! Damn it!”

* * *

Legion carefully came down to the village blacksmith.

Fortunately, there were no major problems while coming down here. *When I think about it carefully, it didn’t seem like a big misfortune would befall me.*

*How bad can things get if something happens in the territory? And above all, I’m a pretty benevolent lord.*

-You’re the incarnation of self-praise.

*He thinks he has been warm to the territory residents.*

-How can you be so compassionate without being crazy.

*He believes that all the territory residents will respect him.*

-What the hell is in his head.

You be quiet.

Anyway, the territory residents have a special place in their hearts for me. Therefore, the luck is +100. The unhappiness of the uncle’s gang is -10. Combined, it’s +90.

Misfortune will not happen. Only good luck will happen.

That’s what I thought.

-The luck +100 you’re thinking of is a ridiculous imagination. The territory residents are too busy making a living to think about that. They briefly feel grateful to you for the farming tools. Luck +10. Unhappiness -10 for Julian, the Baron’s gang. It’s a wash here. Be careful. It’ll be a problem if it drops further.

Legion nodded.

*Even if I torment other people, I will never harass the territory residents.*

As I was talking to Mark about this and that, Legion arrived at the blacksmith.

The owner of the blacksmith was a man named Simpson.

It was a family that had been running a blacksmith in the Alexander territory for three generations. According to Simpson, his great-great-grandfather was a dwarf with a strong craftsman spirit.

He’s a bit greedy for money, but his skills are solid. He wasn’t someone who would be making farming tools for country people in this backwater.

“Hey, Simpson.”

Legion waved to Simpson, who was hammering. Simpson also found Legion. He smiled brightly and bowed his head.

“Did you come to pick up the item? Lord.”

“Yeah, is it done well?”

“Of course. It came out great. But this is…”

Simpson made a circle with his fingers. His money-grubbing personality hasn’t changed from the past or now.

“How much is it?”

“You’ll have to give me 70 gold.”

“That expensive?”

“Expensive? I only made one, and it cost that much. It would cost hundreds of gold to make other things. Do you really have money, Lord?”

“I do.”

“There’s a rumor that you found a huge mine. Is it true?”

“If I did, I’d be developing the mine. Would I be doing this?”

“Ah, right? Then where does the money come from…”

“Don’t ask anymore. But I definitely have it.”

“Ah, yes. I understand. Anyway, here’s the item.”

Simpson went inside the blacksmith. And he came out with the employees working at the blacksmith, pulling something huge. Even though it was placed on a pulley, it was so heavy that it didn’t push well.

Legion looked at Sepia, who followed.

“This is yours.”

-Krrr (Mine)?

“Listen.”

Legion removed the cloth on the pulley. Then, wasn’t there a mace made of steel?

It’s not an ordinary mace.

It’s a mace that Sepia will use.

It was an enormous size, five times heavier and three times larger than a normal human’s. Ordinary people can’t even lift it.

Sepia bent down and lifted the mace. The weight is amazing.

-Krrr (This is cool).

A satisfied smile flowed from Sepia’s mouth.

“I’ll give you other gifts soon.”