Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 41

Magic is a Waste to Learn – Episode 41 (41/502)

# 41

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Training Room.

Legion sat cross-legged.

The amount of mana was considerable. Converting mana into magical power would allow him to use magic up to the mid-3rd Circle. In fact, his dantian [energy center in traditional Chinese medicine] had grown in size quite some time ago. It was just that he couldn’t break through the 2nd Circle, so the mana was just idling.

Now, there was no need to worry about that.

Thanks to the time loop, he remembered most of the magic.

Or, he thought he remembered… Why couldn’t he remember? That was strange.

-Consider your intelligence.

What’s wrong with my intelligence?

-Haa….

Mark, that bastard, even sighed despite being an AI.

-Your intelligence is 69. It’s at the level where you could fight a dog passing by. It’s actually surprising that you’re even talking right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if the mutt playing in the backyard started demanding to speak human languages too. And you’re saying it’s strange that you can’t remember? Aren’t you being too shameless?

Hey, I’ve lived for over ten thousand years. It’s too unfair to lose everything just because my intelligence dropped.

-Then you should have maintained your intelligence! How many times has this happened? Are you kidding me? Just when you become useful, you break down, and just when you become useful, you break down. What did I do to deserve this?

Ah, damn it! What kind of messed up situation is this?

Is my intelligence like taffy in May [easily melted or weakened], increasing and decreasing as it pleases? After all that hardship, am I only able to use magic around the 2nd Circle?

-You’ll remember when your intelligence increases.

Really?

-Of course.

Actually, it didn’t matter if he couldn’t remember.

Mark had already updated the data on the magic he had learned. He could take them out one by one and train them when needed, or, in the worst case, he could directly download them into his brain.

However, learning directly was the best method.

Especially in the case of downloading, it could put pressure on the nervous system of the cerebral cortex and reduce the electronic control ability of neurons, so if done wrong, he could be knocked out in one go, so he should avoid it if possible.

-But you have to do it in unavoidable situations.

“What did you say?”

-I wasn’t talking to you. Mind your own business.

Is that so? Then what should I do now?

-You’re asking the obvious. You need to start a special training to increase your intelligence.

Mithril?

-Buy it in bulk. Go into a nearby cave and eat only mithril for a month.

I’ve heard rumors like that.

-What rumors?

A bear that ate only mithril for 100 days turned into a human woman. A tiger couldn’t stand it and failed to become human.

-….

Mark was speechless and let out a long sigh.

-Can’t you even think because your intelligence is low? So what are you going to do? Do you want to check if you can become a bear by completing 100 days?

No, well, that’s not what I meant.

-Rather, don’t think until your intelligence reaches 80.

Don’t think? Does that make sense!

-That’s what helps me and helps you.

Legion pouted.

He wanted to sulk. But he was right. What could he do with this lowered intelligence? He was even afraid to wander around. Sometimes he even got confused about the way to his room.

-How much mithril did you get from the Orc village?

I think it’s about 1 kilogram.

-Eat it all at once.

Huh, all of this?

-Hurry!

Legion grumbled and swallowed the mithril.

-Dismantling 1,000 grams of high-grade mithril. Intelligence increased by +4.

Awesome, 73.

-Your current weight is 85 kilograms.

He hadn’t eaten for ten days and suffered, so his weight dropped on its own. It was good up to this point.

-Your weight will soon increase to 105 kilograms. Obesity is the root of all diseases. Blood pressure rises. Fatty liver is generated. Diabetes is suspected. Lower your cholesterol levels.

Shit.

Another hellish diet was unfolding before his eyes.

* * *

Lauzel received Legion.

He tilted his head. According to Silcut, he was a very handsome and feminine lord.

Where did that lord go?

In front of him was a pig so fat it was overwhelming.

Legion kept wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead with a handkerchief.

Yuck, disgusting.

The image of a wise lord, a handsome lord, a lord who could use magic, a lord who cared for his people, and a lord respected by his people shattered the moment he saw Legion.

You shouldn’t judge people by their appearance.

Lauzel made that resolution several times, but the thought disappeared every time he saw the lord. How could that pig look wise?

Son of a bitch! Don’t pick your nose in front of people!

Hey! Hey! Don’t you dare flick that at me!

Ugh! Is that bastard crazy? It’s on my cheek. Oh, really.

Lauzel forcibly suppressed his seething heart. Somehow, this felt familiar. He didn’t know why.

“So, you don’t remember?”

Legion asked.

“That’s right. No, that is correct.”

Lauzel unconsciously kept using ‘casual lowering’ [speaking informally to someone of higher status].

It was a way of speaking that superiors used when addressing subordinates. He didn’t know why this tone felt so natural. The servants of the mansion said that he was being rude despite being a mere herb gatherer.

They said that our lord was kind-hearted and didn’t say much, but in other territories, he would have been executed long ago for insulting the nobility.

“Do you know where you were found?”

“I was told that I was found in the Dusselrup Mountains.”

“It was a miracle that you survived. All of your companions were killed by trolls.”

“Is that so….”

Although he didn’t remember his companions, he felt sorry for them.

He had lost his memory but survived. That was important. To live. But his companions would never see the sunlight again.

“It seems you were an herb gatherer. Do you know that?”

“I heard it from Silcut.”

“Can you distinguish herbs?”

“Strangely, I can’t distinguish that either. I don’t know anything.”

“Hmm, that’s a shame.”

Legion stroked his chin.

There were also herb gatherers in the territory. But they had exclusive contracts with the temple. All the herbs they gathered went to the temple.

He was going to use this guy if he was useful….

Still, he couldn’t feed him for free.

“So, what are you good at?”

“I don’t know.”

Lauzel said honestly. He really didn’t know what he was good at.

“Even if you don’t remember, your body will remember. Think carefully.”

It was Legion’s strong will that he could never feed him for free.

“I don’t know.”

-He might not be an herb gatherer.

Mark interjected.

He’s not an herb gatherer? He looks like an herb gatherer at first glance.

-Look closely. Lauzel’s face is very pale. Right?

That’s right.

-That means he didn’t live often seeing the sunlight.

Could he be a miner?

-….

Mark kept losing his words.

Because his intelligence was low, unimaginable answers kept popping out. To think of a miner at this moment! It was a possibility that didn’t exist even among the 3,000 answers that came to his AI.

You’re the best.

-Look at his palms. There are no calluses at all. His clothes are good, his face is pale, it’s evidence that he lived without doing hard work.

Co, could it be that person?

-Who?

Teacher!

-It’s highly likely.

They’re both digging in the wrong place.

“Looking at it, I think I know your job.”

“Really?”

Lauzel’s eyes sparkled.

“You were a teacher.”

Legion concluded.

“I was a teacher?”

Lauzel tilted his head. That’s strange. It doesn’t seem like it.

“That’s right. Look in the mirror. It’s written on your forehead, ‘I was a teacher’.”

-Even if your intelligence drops, you’re the best at selling drugs [deceiving people]. Awesome.

Shut up.

“Was I really a teacher?”

“Believe me. Even if I don’t know anything else, I’m quite accurate at seeing people. Other people think so too. So, until you find your memory, please teach the children in our territory. It’s a bit embarrassing, but there are quite a few children who can’t read.”

“I understand. If that is your will, Lord.”

Lauzel nodded calmly.

Awesome!

He secured a high-quality unpaid workforce. That’s great. I should establish a school this time.

Legion grinned.

No one noticed that Lauzel was the Crown Prince.

* * *

Legion was heading to the Dusselrup Mountains, pulling a wagon. What was pulling the wagon wasn’t a horse, but Sepia.

It would be nice if there was a road….

Every time he came, he thought, this damn mountain road, it’s so annoying. At least he could pull the wagon to the entrance, but after that, the wagon couldn’t even enter.

Above all, the road itself was rough.

Without a wagon, he couldn’t transport mithril, and even with a wagon, it couldn’t move without Sepia.

“The efficiency is too low.”

There’s so much mithril, but there’s no way to bring it, how can this be so frustrating?

“I need to think of another way.”

So, what he thought of was a road that stretched all the way to the Orc village.

He could somehow raise funds by selling mithril, but it was a waste to sell it. Should he build a road to the mithril mine instead? No. It would be a problem if his uncle found out.

The fewer people who know this high-level information, the better.

Above all, who would he bring here to do the construction? The people of the territory? No way.

“Everyone, the lord commands. All the men who can work, come out and build a road.”

Perhaps his luck would plummet and his misfortune would skyrocket. If his luck hit rock bottom, he could die suddenly. Scary. Sudden death just because people’s feelings were a little upset.

He couldn’t even forcibly mobilize people because he was afraid of the resentment of the territory’s people.

Thanks to this, the people of the territory said, ‘Our lord is the most benevolent ever!’ Thanks to this, his luck was soaring. These days, he was lucky in everything he did.

That one thing was good.

He entered the entrance of Dusselrup.

From here on, it was a mountain road. Legion jumped out of the wagon.

Thud!

He had gained so much weight that his knees throbbed when he jumped out of the wagon.

-Warning, warning, the cartilage in your knees may be damaged. Please refrain from jumping from high places.

Yes, yes, I understand.

He had been exercising quite hard, but he only lost 5 kilograms. He was still 100 kilograms. Now, he had developed a resistance, and he wasn’t losing weight well.

-Krrr(Brother).

Sepia called Legion.

“Why, brother.”

-Krrr(How long do I have to carry the wagon)?

Sepia looked at Legion carefully and said.

“Are you tired?”

-Krrr(A little).

Well, he had to transport nearly 1 ton of luggage for dozens of kilometers every time, so it would be stranger if he wasn’t tired. No matter how strong an ogre was, there was a limit to his stamina.

“I’m sorry. I’m always making you suffer.”

-Krrr(No. I’m sorry. I think I’m putting a burden on you).

Sepia’s tiring thoughts disappeared with Legion’s warm words.

Legion was lost in thought.

Was there a way to pave a road to the Orc village? If a road was built, things would really become easier. It was a headache.

At that moment, his luck moved.

Swish-

Dozens of men blocked Legion and Sepia’s path. They all had vicious faces. They were all carrying swords and axes.

They grinned and looked at Legion.

Are they bandits?

A bald, large man stepped forward.

Is he the boss?