Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 108

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 109

# 109

The Legion’s Imagination Becomes Reality (1)

The most pressing task for the exclusive servants is constructing the outer walls.

Currently, 100 external workers have been brought in to work on the walls and roads, but a significant amount of work remains.

Legion estimated about a year, thinking that would suffice.

However, after an expert’s assessment, he was rebuked, “A year? You must be joking!” It wasn’t just a wooden fence, but a fortress wall. Moreover, Legion wanted the wall to be at least 5 meters high, capable of withstanding attacks from most monsters.

Additionally, it was intended to defend against potential attacks from other territories.

The expert stated that protecting the entire territory would take at least 3 years, and even building just the north and south walls would require 1 year and 4 months.

Legion coolly commanded, “Call more!”

He didn’t care about the cost; he simply wanted it done as quickly as possible.

The expert felt like he’d received a godsend, envisioning a secure job for at least 1 year and 4 months to 3 years. However, his hopes were dashed the day after the new workers arrived.

An ogre casually carried a massive rock.

Muscular wizards levitated rocks with gravity magic.

They approached the expert and bowed.

“We have been ordered to follow the expert’s instructions. Please give us your orders. We will do anything, even cleaning up waste.”

It was unbelievable.

Using wizards and ogres like mere laborers?

How could that be possible?

The expert became the most stressed-out construction site manager he had ever been.

To be honest, he wanted to quit and run away immediately.

Every time Sepia, the ogre, looked at him and smacked her lips, he involuntarily leaked urine.

He thought he had developed incontinence.

Just in case, he asked Bacon, who seemed a bit more approachable.

“What happens if there’s an emergency at home and I need to quit?”

“You just follow the contract.”

“What contract are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you sign a contract with Everything is Fine [the name of Legion’s organization] when you came here?”

“I did.”

“It’s exactly as written there.”

The expert scratched the back of his head, feeling frantic. He hadn’t read it, a decision he now deeply regretted. He’d signed the contract without looking back because they offered twice the usual salary—20 gold per month, an amount he could never earn in other territories.

He had signed, but he still didn’t know the contract’s contents.

“So, if I quit unintentionally…?”

“You have to return 10 times the money you received.”

“H, how much?”

“Ten times.”

“Not t, two times… ten times?”

“Yes, I wasn’t fully aware, but that’s the kingdom law. A contract between a lord and an individual can be written arbitrarily, meaning it could be 50 or 100 times the amount. What a merciful lord, only ten times! If it were me, I would have written about 200 times.”

The expert trembled.

Those swindlers!

In short, he had to stay until the wall was completed.

The only way to escape this hell was to finish the wall as quickly as possible.

But-

Bacon noticed dust rising in the distance.

Quite a few horses were galloping towards them, creating even more dust than when the master brought dozens of wagons. Back then, the Lycanthropes carefully pulled the wagons, minimizing the dust.

But this dust felt aggressive.

“What is that?”

The exclusive servants and workers gradually stopped working and stood up.

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-

It was a heavily armed cavalry.

Ten people wore fancy armor—knights.

About a hundred wore scale armor, cheaper than the knights’.

It was the first large-scale cavalry the exclusive servants had seen since settling in the territory.

“Where are you from?”

Bacon asked.

The cavalry didn’t answer. The knights winked at the cavalrymen, who quickly drew their bows, notched arrows, and immediately fired at Bacon and the workers.

Swaeeeeek!

It happened in an instant.

The workers screamed, “Cough!” “Huff!” “Ouch!” and squeezed their eyes shut. *We’re dead now!* Some were so stiff with fear they couldn’t move an inch.

Chaechaechaechaechaecheng!

But-

Not a single arrow took a life. White light blocked the arrows, emanating from Bacon’s outstretched hand.

Poodudeuk-

Bacon grabbed a flying arrow and snapped it in half.

Intense fighting spirit radiated from his entire body.

“What? You guys got some nerve?”

* * *

Dreyja grabbed the Tyrant’s Fang [a powerful weapon] and pulled it towards himself. Legion clenched his fist tightly, refusing to release the battle ax.

“Originally, it’s mine.”

“I picked it up a long time ago.”

“What does that matter? It’s mine.”

“That’s how the law works. I found it, and you didn’t. After 3 months, the finder is the owner.”

“Don’t say ridiculous things. Where in the world is there such a law? Then, even if you steal something and hide it, you can claim it’s yours after 3 months.”

*Oh, now that I hear it, that’s true.*

“That’s the law. The law! If you feel wronged, argue in the kingdom court in the capital.”

*Oh, I don’t know. I’m just making things up.*

Dreyja’s face hardened.

Just moments ago, he was incredibly impressed with his master. That feeling vanished completely. *What kind of thief is this?*

“Are you really going to do this?”

“Um.”

Legion let out a shallow groan, realizing it was a bit unreasonable even to himself. However, he didn’t want to give away such a high-end item he’d obtained with such difficulty as a favor.

“Okay. But let’s make this clear.”

“What are you talking about?”

“If it wasn’t for me, you would have lost this item. Right?”

“That’s…”

“Lend it to me. For 39 years. Or is it 38 years?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You pay to use it during your time as my servant. When your service is over, you just take it.”

“No, what kind of arrangement is that…?”

“I get… 1,000 gold a month, right?”

“Wh, what are you talking about, a thousand gold?”

Dreyja stuttered in surprise.

“Do you think I’m a fool? You bastard, you’ve been embezzling. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I knew it, but I let it slide so you’d work harder.”

“Ugh…”

A groan escaped Dreyja’s mouth involuntarily.

*He really has a ghost-like master. He looked a bit foolish when I first saw him, but as the days go by, his head seems to be turning faster and faster.*

“Give me half.”

“500 gold… I understand.”

Dreyja gave up resisting.

The handle was in the master’s hand. If he persisted, Legion might decide to never give it to him and throw the Tyrant’s Fang into the subspace [a personal storage dimension].

*Even if a knife is held to his throat-*

The master would never let his things be taken for free.

“Let’s write a contract after this is over.”

“Haa, I understand. I, I will rent it for thirty-eight… years.”

Tears welled up in his eyes.

To have to pay 500 gold every month for 38 years to use his own sword! If he gets a better item than this in the future, he’ll have to give up the Tyrant’s set item without regret.

Once it’s in the master’s hands, it won’t come out no matter what he does.

Sharon was dumbfounded watching Legion and Dreyja bickering.

This was not the time for that.

They should be working together, not arguing. Moreover, the argument was childish.

She turned to Archbishop Cyclops.

“I’m going crazy. It’s a Dark Storm!”

Dark Storm is a 7th circle wide-area magic.

It devastates an area by unleashing blades of wind. If trapped, even an Iron Shield will be torn to shreds in 3 seconds.

Even Diamond Shield, one of the highest-level defense magics, couldn’t withstand it for more than 1 minute.

Archbishop Cyclops could maintain the Dark Storm for at least 3 minutes.

Everyone was going to die.

“Hey! Are you out of your mind right now? What are you doing! Ugh! That bastard has completed the magic. We’re doomed! We’re doomed!”

Sharon gritted her teeth.

The magical battle had moved beyond her reach.

With her magic, capable of creating a 5th circle barrier, she could never stop the Dark Storm.

It might be less painful to disappear without a trace.

At that moment!

White light poured out from Dreyja’s battle ax.

The power spread out in strands. It wasn’t a single aura; dozens were being activated simultaneously.

Sharon gasped.

Dreyja slammed the battle ax down.

Kwakwakwakwakwang!

A tremendous explosion, seemingly tearing eardrums, erupted!

Surprisingly-

The Dark Storm created by Archbishop Cyclops vanished without a trace.

Lilac stared blankly at Dreyja, disbelief etched on her face.

“Who, who is that? How can he block Archbishop Cyclops’ dark magic!”

Dreyja twisted his lips bitterly.

He held the huge battle ax in one hand and pointed at Cyclops.

“Because of you, I’m going to have to pay 500 gold every month. There must be a lot of jewels hidden in the dungeon. Otherwise, I’ll squeeze you dry, even your souls.”

* * *

Legion watched the battle between Dreyja and Cyclops.

At first glance, Dreyja had the advantage. Cyclops hadn’t completed his resurrection and couldn’t leave the pool of blood, limiting his movement.

On the other hand, Dreyja was moving freely.

*It was the first time I saw it.*

Dreyja’s attack power, revealed with his skills… easily exceeds 25,000.

*There is as much difference as heaven and earth…*

*I’m so pissed off.*

*If I had used the battle ax that bastard was holding, wouldn’t a similar attack power have come out?*

-Don’t even dream about it. Dreyja is a 7-star warrior, a so-called master. What about you? 3rd circle mage. The overall combat power is very different, as is the operational power. Not to mention the attack power.

*So what, what should I do? Now that I have nothing to do, should I just sit here and wait?*

-What are you talking about? Do you think you have an advantage just because Dreyja does? If you stay like this, only Dreyja will live, and everyone else will die. Then Dreyja will die soon too.

*Why?*

-Because Dreyja’s defense is weak.

*Dreyja’s defense is weak? That crazy muscle mass?*

-It is far stronger than the average person, but not enough to withstand the dark magic that Cyclops emits. The lack of armor is fatal. Why don’t you give it to him?

*He is talking about the Tyrant’s Armor.*

*Ugh, I don’t want to.*

-If you don’t like it, quickly upgrade it and help Dreyja.

*How can I help? I’m just a 3rd circle wizard. I’m weaker than the vampire who’s wandering around there. Furthermore, the Bidet Staff is broken.*

-Be sure to take care of the Bidet Staff. Somehow, it’s a waste to just throw it away.

*I’ve already put the handle in the subspace.*

-Good job. There is only one way for you to upgrade. Disassemble the three jewels you got from defeating the bronze golem earlier.

*What skill will be created?*

-Then take out the armor and give it to Dreyja quickly.

*Okay, I’ll give it to him. Even if I give it to him, I can’t just give it to him.*

Legion put his hand into the subspace and grabbed the three jewels he had pulled out of the bronze golem.

“Oh, I don’t know.”

He closed his eyes tightly and put the first jewel in his mouth.

At that moment!

“Master, it’s dangerous! What are you doing spacing out like that!”

A huge explosion occurred right in front of Legion’s nose, along with Dreyja’s urgent voice.

Kwakwakwakwakwang!