Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 374

Burning Earth (1)

Finally-

Legion and Mibaek entered the Legion army’s base. The elite servants and regular soldiers who spotted Legion stopped their breakfast and rushed toward him.

“Lord!”

“Wow! It’s the Lord!”

“It’s really him. Where have you been all this time?”

Hundreds of soldiers surrounded Legion, all clamoring to speak.

Legion casually acknowledged their greetings.

“Hey, Beef!”

“Yes, Lord?”

“Don’t I seem a bit different?”

Legion pointed to himself with his thumb, radiating pride. He openly asked if they didn’t notice anything different about him.

“Not really?”

Beef tilted his head, puzzled.

“Not really?”

“No. Um, did your hairstyle change? Nope, not that either.”

“This bastard. Hey! Rice!”

“Yes? Yes, please speak.”

“Doesn’t anything look different about me?”

“Where?”

Legion clenched his teeth for a moment and closed his eyes. He had put in so much effort, but…

Whose fault is it?

Is it those guys’ fault? Or Mibaek’s fault?

Okay, let’s consider this.

No one knows what’s different about him.

Then it’s Mibaek’s fault.

Legion turned his head towards Mibaek.

“Ah, damn it.”

Because of the crowd of soldiers, he couldn’t see where the short Mibaek had disappeared to.

Even standing on his tiptoes didn’t help.

Did this bastard run away?

“Your skin color has become much whiter.”

The words Legion longed to hear pierced his ears. His eyes widened.

It was Abdul Jabbar.

Abdul Jabbar, who had become even more loyal and proclaimed himself a Legion follower, wore a gentle smile.

“Oh, Abdul Jabbar.”

“Yes, Lord.”

“Has it changed that much?”

“It has definitely changed. It seems like with a little more treatment, your face and skin color will be the same.”

“Right?”

“Yes.”

“It’s such a clear difference, but the other guys didn’t even notice.”

At that moment, Beef, Rice, and the other soldiers realized. The Lord, notorious for his pettiness, was upset.

The soldiers who had greeted the Lord so happily began to slowly back away.

It’s a headache if you get caught in this.

“Where are you all going?”

Legion said, smiling at them.

“It’s been a while, I need to loosen up a bit.”

“Ah! It’s guard duty time!”

“Ah! Come to think of it, it’s my meal duty.”

“I’m… I think I’m just busy.”

The soldiers surrounding Legion disappeared in an instant.

Watching them, Legion snorted.

“Look at these bastards.”

As Legion was pondering how to get revenge on them, his thoughts were interrupted.

Just then, Bacon found him and hurriedly took him to the commander-in-chief’s tent.

* * *

Legion entered the tent of Commander-in-Chief Duke Sijinpi with a bright smile.

He waved his hand.

“Hi.”

No one smiled.

He felt like he had done something terribly wrong, so he became cautious. He quietly sat next to Dreizher.

“Read the room, will you?”

“What did I do?”

“The atmosphere is obviously heavy. If I were you, I would just greet them and stay quiet.”

“Wow, you’ve really grown a lot in the few days I haven’t seen you.”

“I was originally a bit bigger than the master, wasn’t I?”

Legion looked at Dreizher with a dumbfounded expression. *Is this bastard harboring other thoughts towards me?*

“Quiet.”

Vaserabap pointed to his lips with his index finger.

“Ah, yes.”

Normally, Vaserabap is very kind to him.

But judging from the atmosphere, this didn’t seem like the time.

What should I say?

He felt like he was at a funeral.

“Did you guys already clash?”

Legion asked Dreizher in a small whisper.

“We got wrecked.”

“How much?”

“A lot.”

“Ah, so that’s why the atmosphere is like this.”

“Marquis Gaggle died in battle. We lost 40,000 troops. Quite a few soldiers survived, but many were seriously injured, so they were all sent to the rear.”

“I see. What did you do?”

“The Marquis who died deliberately excluded me. Marquis Knuckle and Marquis No-Money over there hate me very much.”

“You’re idiots. Not using a warrior like you. Ah, it’s Count Persimmon. Hi! Long time no see.”

Legion waved his hand at Count Persimmon, who was looking at him.

Because of Legion and Dreizher’s conversation, the heavy atmosphere inside the tent began to shift towards anger.

Marquis Knuckle and Marquis No-Money glared at Legion openly.

They looked like they were about to draw their swords at any moment.

“You sure talk a lot for someone with a hole for a mouth…”

“Why? What did I say?”

“Is a newly promoted Count trying to humiliate us?”

“Now, now, stop it. There’s no point in fighting among ourselves.”

Count Persimmon hurriedly stepped in to mediate.

He knows how strong Legion and Dreizher are.

They are strong, but they are just immature.

If a fight broke out here, Legion and Dreizher would be the only ones who could survive.

-Count Legion.

He quickly sent a telepathic message to Legion.

“Yes? Why? That’s strange. I feel like it rang in my ear.”

Only after seeing Legion’s reaction did Count Persimmon realize. *He can’t use telepathy.*

How can this be?

He’s an 8th Circle mage? [A mage of extremely high rank and power]

He’s an 8-star? [Another way to denote a mage’s power level]

But he doesn’t know telepathy, which even a 2-star can use?

Okay. Let’s say Count Legion’s training is all mixed up. Why doesn’t Dreizher use telepathy?

Dreizher, reading Count Persimmon’s gaze, sent a telepathic message.

-How can a vassal answer with telepathy when the lord conveys his intentions with his voice.

…

Incredible.

Bullshit!

Is that the same person who scolded his master in front of all these people?

Count Persimmon was truly dumbfounded.

Well, that’s why Count Legion and Dreizher are such a good match.

Still, he thinks it’s a relief.

If those two were villains, this kingdom would have turned into a mess long ago.

It is the kingdom’s good fortune that they are not.

People don’t know that.

What kind of disaster will come if Legion and Dreizher both change their minds.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Please continue what you were saying.”

Legion apologized with a bright smile.

Marquis Knuckle and Marquis No-Money were forcibly suppressing their urge to stab a knife into his face.

They heard what Dreizher had accomplished yesterday.

It was a feat they couldn’t even imagine.

With a small group of less than ten people, they burned down the body modification knights, who could be said to be the King’s dagger. In the meantime, Count Malaria, one of the five great warriors of the King, died.

It could be said to be a tremendous achievement.

That’s why they were wary of Dreizher and couldn’t speak carelessly to Legion anymore.

“Well, then let’s have a meeting while having breakfast. We can’t know how the situation will change in real time.”

Duke Sijinpi calmed the atmosphere and began to calmly explain what happened yesterday and what will happen today.

* * *

The meeting ended before long.

This was because a soldier who was watching the movements of the King’s army from the watchtower hurriedly came down and looked for Duke Sijinpi.

“Come in.”

Duke Sijinpi allowed the soldier to enter the tent.

The soldier swallowed hard.

Nobles of high status, whom he could not normally look up to, were filling the tent.

When their gazes were fixed on him, the soldier felt like he was suffocating.

“What are you doing! Why aren’t you reporting!”

Marquis No-Money shouted.

At that, the soldier, who was already intimidated, seemed to shrink like a deflated balloon.

Watching Marquis No-Money, the nobles frowned. There was no need to go that far.

“Th, that’s.”

“Can’t you hurry up and tell us! How much of the precious nobles’ time does a mere soldier need to take up before you’re satisfied?”

“Please stop.”

Legion waved his hand.

“Don’t interfere! You little brat!”

“I am a little brat. Okay. Soldier, please speak.”

The soldier felt like he was melting as he looked at the angelically handsome noble who treated him warmly.

*Ah, if only I could serve such a noble, I would have no regrets even if I died.*

With his mind somewhat calmed, the soldier began to list the situations he had seen.

“The King’s army has come out and is setting up camp.”

“Hmm.”

Groans flowed from here and there.

They had achieved their goal yesterday.

There was no way to say they wouldn’t use the same tactics this time. No, rather, they would use the same tactics to lure them in.

“How many troops are there?”

“From what I saw… there are three or four times more than yesterday.”

“Three or four times?”

“That is correct.”

“Hey, Dreizher. How many troops does the King’s army have?”

“150,000.”

“How many came out yesterday?”

“50,000.”

“Then… that means they all came out today?”

“I think so.”

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

“What do you mean?”

“Right now, they’re saying this, aren’t they? Let’s fight strength against strength. No more tricks.”

“Hmm, is that so.”

“It’s not ‘is that so,’ it’s certain. They are confident in a battle of strength. They must have gained confidence from yesterday’s battle.”

“Even though they lost the Hundred Knights and Count Malaria?”

Vaserabap asked.

“It’s the same even if they lost them. They don’t care at all. Or they are being psychologically pressured to the point where they have to win in the near future.”

At that moment-

Without anyone saying anything, everyone’s gaze turned to Lauzel.

As everyone looked at someone, Legion’s head also turned. He also looked at Lauzel.

Lauzel bit his lip slightly with a somewhat awkward expression.

“What’s wrong? Why is the atmosphere like this?”

“It is said that Military Lauzel looks exactly like the missing Crown Prince.”

“Who says?”

“Military Lauzel, I mean.”

“Military Lauzel looks like the Crown Prince?”

“That’s right.”

“That could be. It is said that there are three people in the world who look exactly alike. Lauzel.”

“Yes? Yes, Lord.”

“Are you the Crown Prince?”

“No, I’m not.”

“See, he says he’s not.”

“He lost his memory.”

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

Legion shook his finger.

“If you see one, you know ten [a Korean idiom meaning ‘if you see one example, you can infer the rest’]. The moment you saw Lauzel, what did you feel?”

Dreizher recalled the first time he saw Lauzel. There was considerable dignity in every action.

At the time, he thought he was a noble.

Everyone who saw Lauzel said that he must be the son of a noble.

But!

Legion insisted that he was the son of a herbalist.

No one would say, ‘No! He looks like the son of a noble! Wake up! That young man is not the son of a herbalist, he’s a noble!’ when the lord insisted.

That’s how Lauzel became known as the son of a herbalist or a former teacher.

Everyone said, ‘You are the son of a herbalist or a teacher,’ so Lauzel lived believing that.

“Nobl…”.

“Yes, he was far from a noble.”

Legion quickly cut off Dreizher’s words. In fact, he was sweating cold sweat down his spine.

What would happen to him if this crazy Dreizher said, ‘I thought he was a noble’?

He would suddenly become a Crown Prince kidnapper. He might even be mistaken for an accomplice of the assassins who tried to kill him.

“Seriously, this is not the time for this. Ah, I forgot. Hey!”

The atmosphere is turning strange.

Everyone looks like they don’t believe it.

This won’t do.

I have to use my hidden card.