Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 53

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 53 (53/502)

# 53

The Approaching Hand of Darkness (1)

A festival was underway in the Orc village.

I don’t know why they have festivals so often. Everywhere I go, there’s a festival, making it seem like people and Orcs alike do nothing but celebrate all year round.

Orc warrior women greeted Legion warmly.

It was distinctly different from before. They were as gentle as if they were treating a member of their own tribe.

“Oppa, it’s been a while.”

“Oppa, I missed you.”

“Oppa…”

Legion picked at his ear with his pinky finger.

Strange. Is there something wrong with me right now? I definitely don’t think the Orc warrior women are calling me ‘Oppa’ [a Korean term used by younger women to address older brothers or male friends], but strangely, it sounds like they are.

More than anything, these Orcs look pretty.

What’s even more maddening is that the ones I thought were uglier before look even prettier now. If I run into Amadeus like this, I might even propose.

Legion smacked his head.

I must be crazy. What am I thinking right now?

He shook his head and looked at the Orcs again.

Ah, beautiful… This is driving me crazy. Mark, help me out here.

-It’s a side effect of the ‘Dieting is Bad for Your Health’ passive skill. Don’t you know that?

Yeah, I knew it. The problem is that I never thought this would actually happen.

Is there no way to escape these side effects?

The ‘Dieting is Bad for Your Health’ skill gave Legion immense combat power. It also restored a lot of his confidence. But he never expected such terrible side effects.

-Wouldn’t it get better if you lost weight?

I’m desperately trying to lose weight.

-Lose even more. Then you’ll go back to normal.

“Haa, this is driving me crazy. Really.”

Legion sighed deeply.

“Why are you sighing on such a good day?”

Amadeus asked.

Thump! Legion felt his heart race just from the sound of her voice. No! No! Legion clenched his teeth as much as possible and turned around.

“Huh? Oh, well, I just have some things on my mind. But why are you holding a festival?”

Legion asked.

“Hehehe, you’ll be surprised. A lot has happened in the meantime.”

“Is it something that will surprise me even more than this?”

I can’t believe there’s something even more surprising than this.

“Yes, you can look forward to it.”

“Really? I hope it’s good news. By the way, where did they go?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“The thirty I gave to the Chieftain as a gift.”

“Ah, them.”

Amadeus chuckled and said,

“That’s the surprising thing.”

“Huh?”

“We found a new mine.”

“Oh! A new mine?”

“Yes, it looks pretty good. We’ve just started digging, so it’s a bit dangerous. That’s why I sent them to support it. Weren’t you going to execute them anyway?”

“Not execute, but sentence them to hard labor. You did well. Don’t torture them to death too early, and keep them alive for a long time. About 40 years. If they’re still alive then, release them.”

“40 years?”

Amadeus asked in surprise.

“Yes, is that too short? Should we make it 70 years?”

“Ah, no. That’s enough. 40 years.”

Amadeus waved her hand. As expected of Legion. So ruthless. He’s human, but there’s a lot to learn from him. A leader needs this kind of decisiveness. In that sense, Legion seemed like the perfect person to be a leader.

“But what kind of mineral was discovered?”

“It’s not certain yet, so it’s hard to say.”

“Just tell me a little bit.”

“If your expectations are too high, you’ll be disappointed.”

“I won’t expect anything. I’ll just be satisfied with Mithril, so tell me a little bit.”

“Um, okay. Actually, there was a big earthquake a while ago.”

“Yes, there was.”

Thanks to that, Lich Mamon was resurrected, and the Amazon Orc tribe also suffered a setback. If it weren’t for Legion, the entire Amazon Orc tribe might have become undead.

“After that happened, Jonas found a strange ore behind the village. A shining golden color. To be clear, it’s not gold.”

“Su, surely?”

“It looks like Abrinium.”

“Really?”

“Shh, it just seems like it. It’s not certain. And in fact, we don’t know the exact amount yet. It might not even be enough to call it a mine.”

Abrinium is a metal similar to Orichalcum [a legendary metal mentioned in several ancient writings], but different.

To be precise, Orichalcum is a metal that absorbs mana on its own, while Abrinium has the property of absorbing mana and spreading it outwards.

More than anything, Abrinium greatly enhances the abilities of the other metal when mixed with it.

To put it simply, if I were to dismantle Mithril and Abrinium at the same time, I might turn into a pig and die.

It’s something I should never do, even in my dreams.

The second characteristic is that it helps with the regeneration of metals.

If no more than 40 percent of the total properties are damaged, the metal has the property of returning to its original state.

It is a metal with tremendous rarity.

The price is a whopping seven times higher than Mithril.

Even the kingdom has not yet discovered an Abrinium mine. In other words, from Legion’s point of view, it is much more valuable than a diamond mine.

Legion clenched his fist tightly.

It seems that the heavens are finally helping him because he has only lived doing good deeds.

“I’ll let you know when it’s confirmed.”

“Yes, please do.”

Legion forcibly held back his widening mouth. He mustn’t show too much excitement.

“Now, let’s move on. We’ve come all the way here, so shouldn’t we have a glass of Orc traditional liquor?”

“Yes, we should. Of course.”

* * *

Count Persimmon rested his chin on his hand and stared at Paring.

He didn’t like men like Paring. Selfish, only caring about himself, and without a shred of loyalty. Moreover, he abandoned his former master like an old shoe.

He probably did the same this time.

However, he liked that he was a 3rd Circle Master. There weren’t that many 3rd Circle Masters even in his territory.

And he also liked the proposal he brought.

“What you want is to serve me?”

Count Persimmon finally opened his mouth.

His voice had a dignified power. A 6-star knight with skills that were among the best in the kingdom. It was said that he would soon reach 7 stars.

A 7-star knight.

Commonly known as a Sword Master.

Literally, those who have surpassed the limits of humans. Paring couldn’t even dare to lift his head from the pressure.

“Yes, if you would only accept me, I will do my best.”

Paring knelt and bowed his head deeply.

“Your former lord might die because of this?”

“That was true in the past, but not now.”

“Why?”

“He never thought of me as anything more than a dog guarding the house. I couldn’t stand it.”

“Is that so?”

Count Persimmon stroked his chin. Was that family so dismissive of a 3rd Circle Master? It was hard to believe. But in fact, that didn’t matter now.

He asked again.

“Is there really a Mithril mine there?”

“It’s certain. The lord’s sudden eccentric behavior is based on a huge amount of funds. He is arrogant. The territory’s people are oppressed and suffering. I tried to stop it, but…”

“Your master refused because it was in his bloodline?”

“That’s right.”

“Hmm.”

Count Persimmon smiled faintly.

The Alexander family belonged to his territory. He knew that family well. A once-great family that had now fallen. There was even a time when their family was a vassal of their family.

He had ignored them until now because that part was awkward.

But if there was a Mithril mine, things would be different. If he could take it, his family could become at least twice as strong as it is now.

It was very tempting.

“Good. Let’s check it out first.”

“What do you mean by check…”

“Your treatment will be decided after that.”

Count Persimmon twisted his lips and smiled.

* * *

Legion had a very embarrassed expression.

He should be happy… but he couldn’t bring himself to show a happy expression. He felt very ambiguous.

“I have a nephew?”

Legion swallowed hard and said.

“Yes, Brother.”

Zenon had a beaming expression. He had been forced to marry into this tribe, thinking he would die… but what do you know, he was living so well. It seems that the wild life suits Zenon well.

The other guys are the same.

No matter how you look at it, the Amazon Orc warrior tribe is a different race, and their civilization is very different from human civilization. It’s almost like a primitive tribe.

In other words, it is very uncomfortable for ordinary humans to live there.

Nevertheless, Zenon and his companions, the five exclusive servants, were adapting very well and living harmoniously.

Moreover, they were even pregnant.

The Orc who was pregnant was Amadeus.

Amadeus laughed heartily and looked at Zenon lovingly.

“It will be a boy who looks like you.”

“No, I hope it’s a daughter who looks like you.”

“Whether it’s a son or a daughter, I hope they look like you.”

“No, I hope they look like you.”

They’re really making a fuss.

Legion glanced at Jonas.

He used to be so beautiful… but not anymore. That’s a relief. If he looked too pretty and we got involved, how would the family tree get tangled up? Just thinking about it makes my head hurt.

“So that’s the reason for the festival.”

“Yes, not only Mother but all nine of them are pregnant. It’s a village celebration.”

Jonas took Legion’s words.

The Amazon Orc warrior tribe had been declining in population anyway. That’s why Amadeus had been so worried.

But with nine new tribe members about to be born, how could they not be happy?

I can fully understand their feelings.

“So, about that…”

Jonas said in a subtle tone. Hey, why are you looking at me with those eyes? Sorry, but you’re not my type.

“There are still many virgins in our tribe.”

“And?”

No, surely?

“Can we ask for about thirty more?”