Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 122

Originally, I am handsome (3)

Suddenly, the outside became noisy.

Legion gestured to Bacon, indicating that the carriages had arrived. Following Bacon’s orders, five men emerged from the first carriage.

Seeing this, the butler subtly began to organize the documents.

Ronstar was shocked to see who came out of the carriage.

“Baron Marble!”

*Were* this little pig’s words true?

Baron Marble stumbled out of the carriage, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Damn it, do you know who I am! I am Baron Marble! I have more money than anyone here. I’ll give you money, so release me immediately!”

Even as a noble, Baron Marble continued to blather. He only quieted down after being struck once by Legion’s iron staff.

“Hey, Baron Marble.”

Legion stood before him and asked.

“The war reparations you have to pay this time will be quite large. Actually, other barons are assessed at 50,000 gold, but since you particularly boasted about your money, how about 500,000? And 300,000 each for the knights who came with you. Since it’s you, that’s 1.2 million. 1.8 million if we include you. Agreed? When will you pay?”

“What? What are you saying, Baron Legion…”

“If you open your mouth one more time, it doubles.”

Baron Marble quickly swallowed his breath.

“So, the price of you five’s lives is 1.8 million.”

Then, looking back at Ronstar, he said.

“Originally, their value was 200,000, right? We’ll deduct that. If more guys like this come, the amount you have to pay might decrease a lot, you know? Now, hang them up.”

The exclusive servants quickly tied the five together and began hanging them upside down. Perhaps because it was too tight, one knight’s face turned red, and he coughed.

Legion didn’t care at all.

He pointed at Ronstar with the iron staff.

“You better start preparing the money now. Baron Marble made a separate deal with me, so it doesn’t matter, but you’re responsible for all the guys who can’t make a deal. Ah, and all the guys who can’t make a deal will have their heads chopped off right here today. Got it?”

“Bullshit…”

*Thwack!*

Ronstar couldn’t finish his sentence.

Legion swung the iron staff without hesitation.

One of the knights tied up with Baron Marble fainted from the blow and slumped down.

“Baron Marble, it’s 1.8 million gold. You have two hours. Tell them to bring it quickly.”

*I* don’t really know who Legion is…

But it’s certain that he’s someone you can’t reason with.

* * *

Legion looked at the carriages with a satisfied expression.

Inside the carriages were piles of gold and silver treasures.

“Wow! I really have to respect you, Master.”

Dreyzier followed beside him, seemingly impressed.

“I wondered why you were dragging so many carriages, but it was to load up the looted goods. It seems no one can match you when it comes to money.”

Dreyzier clicked his tongue.

Legion swept up all the precious metals in the territory.

He knew where the jewels were just by passing by. Dreyzier didn’t know that Mark was finding the jewels through scans.

Because of this, not only Dreyzier but also others were amazed.

Legion would point and say ‘Here, here, here’ while passing by within 100 meters, and without fail, jewels were hidden inside.

In particular, the nobles who had prepared for this invasion became completely penniless in exchange for their lives, and for the next 10 years, they had to send half of each territory’s total tax revenue to the Alexander territory every year.

They were truly stripped down to their underwear.

Most surprising of all was the absurd situation where a viscount was paying tribute to a baron.

But what could they do?

Legion already held the leash.

“Still, we had a good ten days of fun, right?”

Legion swept through every territory, and in the meantime, the exclusive servants and new employees were able to rest to their hearts’ content.

“Yes! We are satisfied.”

They shouted loudly, their faces plump.

Anyway, according to Mark’s confirmation, the amount of jewels and gold coins loaded in the back already exceeded 6 million gold. What they took from the Beech Viscount family already exceeded 2 million gold, and Baron Marble lost 1.5 million gold.

The rest was taken from other nobles in small amounts…

“I don’t know why they’re like that. If they had combined, it wouldn’t even be 4 million, but they insist on paying separately. Tsk, tsk…”

Legion was acting like he didn’t orchestrate it.

With this incident, Viscount Beech suffered a great blow.

He lost all of his actual wealth and most of the troops he had carefully raised. The problem is that the aftereffects of the territory war with Baron Legion are just beginning.

There are countless things to worry about from now on.

Perhaps a civil uprising might occur. The territory war caused the loss of husbands and children, so the anger of the territory residents soared to the sky.

Legion deliberately treated them even more harshly.

“This is all due to the greed of your lord! If you want to hold someone accountable, hold your territory lord accountable! I only received the value of the lives of the territory residents who died in my territory.”

He made it clear.

It’s not that people understood Legion, but it was a natural result that the arrow of anger was directed at Viscount Beech.

The same goes for the nobles under him.

They were furious with Legion, but they also considered Viscount Beech the main culprit of this incident.

Perhaps Viscount Beech won’t make it past this year.

“With this, the guys who were eyeing our territory must have shut their mouths, right?”

Legion asked Dreyzier, raising his lips.

“Viscount Hound, Viscount Lemon, Viscount Nadizer, I heard those three are still at it.”

Familiar names.

They were not the families of the friends who were close to him in the County.

Ironically, they were all the families of young nobles who had extremely bad relationships with Ronstar.

“They say to pull out the horn in one go [deal with the problem decisively], is there any need to wait?”

“Let’s think about that. By the way… I feel like we’re missing something…”

Legion’s gaze was fixed on the exclusive servants.

* * *

Bacon and Hymo looked at each other.

The exclusive servants and new employees were all gathered in one place. They were a little uneasy. Why is he suddenly creating this atmosphere? This atmosphere from the lord… it’s the first time in half a year.

That half a year ago, they worked so hard they almost died…

“Hoo-!”

Legion, who had been staring at the exclusive servants and new employees for a long time, sighed first.

“I guess it won’t work.”

Legion shook his head.

He was trying to consider Dreyzier’s opinion of pulling out the horn in one go, but the state of the territory is not good.

Dreyzier also agreed.

“Looking at it like this… it seems a bit difficult.”

A territory with less than a thousand people, and only fifty soldiers. If you gather all the usable men, it’s only two hundred militiamen.

The territory is too small.

“Silkeat.”

“Yes, Lord.”

“I think we need to grow our territory a bit, is there a way?”

“There are ways.”

Silkeat seriously pondered the methods and answered.

“First, three methods come to mind. The first is to recruit tenant farmers from the Beech Viscount family to our side. If we forgive even a little bit of their debt, they will quickly come over. The second is to gather those who want to migrate. If they are people who are migrating anyway, just promising them the rice paddies and fields they cultivate themselves will bring quite a few people. Moreover, since you receive so little tax, Lord, once they settle down, they won’t want to go anywhere else. Finally, gathering the shifting cultivators [nomadic farmers] is also a good method. It will cost some money to settle them down though.”

“Okay! Good. Bacon, bring that here.”

At Legion’s words, Bacon brought a large box.

“I prepared it just in case. 300,000 gold. You can use it all.”

“Wow! Lord.”

“You don’t have to be so touched. Remember what I said last time? There are guys who systematically develop cities, right? They’re called administrators, right? Hire some of those guys, and gather a lot of people to maintain the outskirts and interior of our territory. Then, let’s prepare to make it easy for people to migrate. My little uncle said he would pick out guys who are useful as soldiers, so Silkeat, you just prepare this side.”

“Yes, Lord. I will prepare immediately.”

Silkeat danced out.

Watching him, Legion sighed again.

“Now, I’ll tell you why I told you to gather.”

The exclusive servants and new employees swallowed hard.

“I’ve really thought carefully about this incident in our territory. Everything is good, everything is good, but… there was one problem.”

Legion widened his eyes and said quietly.

“You guys are too weak.”

* * *

-Krrr (Eyes rolling. Do it right. Haven’t you eaten anything)!

Sepia said, holding a thick wooden club.

It was the so-called mental stick. There’s no answer if you get hit by that. You just end up reflecting on your entire past.

Reflecting on your deceased parents.

Reflecting on the dog you raise at home.

Reflecting on the chicken you boiled and ate a few days ago.

Everything becomes meaningless, and introspection begins.

That’s why it’s a mental stick.

“Ugh, Sepia is pissed again. Hey, run quickly!”

Lotto, who was standing at the very back, shouted in surprise. The desperate exclusive servants ran madly through the mountains. They were sprinting with a huge weight on their backs.

If a bone breaks, they feed you expensive potions to fix it.

This isn’t some kind of torture, is it? Beat you with the mental stick, fix you with potions, and then beat you again with the mental stick… Ah, it’s because we’re too weak, my ass. I hate that crazy ogre so much I want to kill her.

Anyway, the training continues.

Even if muscles tear, they eat expensive potions.

After eating, they receive education from the mental stick. Then they repent about themselves again.

They train again.

A terrifying infinite loop. They couldn’t die even if they wanted to.

“M-my arm is shaking so much I can’t eat.”

“Are we in hell? What did we do wrong?”

“Shut up and eat. There’s still afternoon training left.”

Bacon crushed boiled potatoes into his mouth with trembling hands.

The exclusive servants’ eyes were filled with unprecedented ferocity and murderous intent. Light shone from their bare upper bodies. The excess fat was gone.

It was like looking at well-sculpted statues.

At Bacon’s words, his colleagues shuddered.

Lotto choked and coughed. But he didn’t stop eating. They knew very well that if they didn’t eat now, they would see hell in the afternoon training.

Everyone was stuffing food into their stomachs to survive.

The same was true for the new employees.

In particular, Mizset was going crazy. She’s a mage. Moreover, she’s a woman.

She’s starting from a different starting line than those gorillas.

“I’m a mage!”

-Krrr (So)?

“I’m physically weak. And don’t you know what ‘ladies first’ means?”

-Krrr (I know. Ladies first).

Even though she’s a fearsome ogre, she seemed to know what ‘ladies first’ meant.

-Krrr (Run first).

“Huh?”

-Krrr (Run first. Because ladies first).

Mizset, who was once considered one of the most beautiful in the Magic Tower, was transforming into a muscular barbarian warrior.

Dding- dding- dding-

The bell rang.

It was time to announce the afternoon training.

*Damn it*, I haven’t even finished eating, how can the eating time be so short?

The exclusive servants and new employees got up from their seats with expressions as if they were being dragged to a slaughterhouse.

Now it’s time for Sepia and the formidable Lich Mamon’s training.

“Beech or parasol [a reference to the cause of their misfortune]. You son of a bitches. Why did you mess with us when we were living well…?”

They really wanted to cry.