Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 125

Magic is a Waste to Learn – Episode 126

Finding the Legend (1)

I’m practically shedding tears of blood.

Legion rushed to the temple to buy potions. Now, the temple is trying to avoid selling potions to Legion.

I’m dying of urgency!

“Why?!”

“Because you, Lord, always try to get a bargain. Do you know how much the ingredients and time cost to make one potion?”

“Isn’t it just about using divine power?”

“That’s exactly why we don’t want to sell to you. Divine power is just one component needed to make a potion. We need a lot more herbs and magical ingredients. The cost of ingredients to make one 10-gold potion is 5 gold.”

“So, you make 5 gold?”

“Do you think we’re just twiddling our thumbs to do business? It takes two days to make that potion. One priest has to dedicate two full days to it. And that priest, having used all their divine power, needs to rest for another two days. Do you remember that big potion container? You practically stole it from us by lowballing the price by 1,000 gold.”

“S-Stole? I just bought it a little cheaper.”

“You took it for 2,000 gold, right? The cost price is 2,000 gold. Our former priest spent a whole month working on it. We did unpaid labor for a month. You know this since you’ve been to other territories, Lord. They sell potions for at least twice as much as we do.”

“Ah, I know.”

For some reason, my heart stings a little.

Since learning the market price, I avoid buying potions from other territories. We have good quality and cheap potions in our territory, so why bother buying from outside?

But hearing this, I feel a bit guilty.

“In the future… I’ll buy them at the proper price.”

Ugh, my precious money.

“Really?”

“I can’t go back on my word as a lord. I’ll really buy them at the proper price. So, hurry and give me a potion for fractures. Simpson seems to have broken his ankle.”

“Why Simpson?”

How many people in the territory haven’t received help from Simpson? The priest asked in surprise.

But Legion couldn’t bring himself to reveal the reason.

“T-There was an incident. Just give it to me quickly.”

The priest handed Legion two potions and received 20 gold.

Legion ran to the smithy with the potions.

* * *

Simpson looked at Legion with dissatisfied eyes.

“I was wrong. But I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Yes, you didn’t do it on purpose. But you shouldn’t do that, Lord. Isn’t this just acting without thinking?!”

“Hey, I’ve said it so many times. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t just hand over that staff carelessly next time. It could have been a disaster. What if I had a grandchild under me?”

Ugh, that would be terrible.

“I’ve reflected a lot this time. I’ll really be careful.”

It’s rare to see a lord apologize so much to his territory’s residents.

Even though he might be called heartless, devilish, and a cursed money-grubber by others, he was definitely a good lord to his people.

“Alright. If you say so much. Put that staff on the table over there.”

Legion picked up the broken staff and placed it on the table.

Thud!

The staff landed with a truly heavy sound.

“This is really amazing. How do you even carry this around, Lord?”

“I don’t know. I just tried like crazy.”

“Is that even possible with effort?”

Simpson tilted his head.

“I didn’t think it would be possible either. But I just did it. I did it with the mindset that I would die without it, and one day, it became possible.”

“I see. You’ve already realized the insights I’ve gained from hammering away my whole life, Lord. You’re really amazing.”

“Huh? What insight are you talking about?”

“Everything you realize is an insight. What else would it be? Anyway, let’s take a look. What is this precious thing you cherish so much?”

Simpson examined the staff from every angle.

“Ooh!” “Oooooh!” “Oooooooooh!”

It seemed to be a better item than he thought. Exclamations of admiration kept flowing from his mouth.

“Where did you get this?”

“At a department store…”

“A department store?”

“Yeah, on clearance.”

Simpson’s forehead furrowed at the word “clearance.”

“Selling such a masterpiece on clearance… that department store must be out of its mind.”

Legion’s eyes widened.

“This is a masterpiece?”

“Yes, it’s certain.”

Woo-hoo! Jackpot.

“How much would it be worth?”

“The materials alone would be over 500 gold. No, 1,000 gold? Or more? At first, I thought it was made of junky steel, but this is Lectoum steel [a rare and valuable metal]. No wonder it has this size and weight.”

“Hoo, really?”

* * *

Late at night.

Legion rose from his seat. His eyes were distinctly different from Legion’s.

It was Mark.

Recently, he had been activating auto-mode whenever Legion fell asleep.

It wasn’t for training.

Legion was currently in a state of stagnation. As long as he produced the Philosopher’s Stone, he wouldn’t gain weight anymore.

But he seemed to have lost his passion for effort, judging that he couldn’t acquire the ‘Exploding Coolness’ skill. In fact, even if he had the passion, there wasn’t a clear way to break through it.

Legion’s age: 19.

He possessed the skills of a 5-star knight and a 5-circle mage simultaneously.

From the kingdom’s perspective, it was an unprecedented situation.

But here, no one thought much of it. He was just a little strong.

Most people didn’t care whether he was a 5-circle mage or a 5-star knight.

That’s why Legion didn’t think about it deeply either.

However, Mark couldn’t stand still. Wasn’t he born with the immense historical mission of maximizing his abilities?

If Legion could receive the attention of countless women by using the ‘Exploding Coolness’ skill—he would feel the passion for magic again.

It was about time for Legion to choose a specialized profession.

Knight, mage—these were terms used in the lower circles.

As you move up to the intermediate level, the professions become more segmented.

Assault Knight, Defense Knight, Ranger Knight, Assassin Knight, Attack Knight, and so on.

The same was true for mages.

Wizard, War Mage, Magician, Druid, Summoner, Necromancer, Priest, Warlock, Witch, Sorceress, Shaman, and so on.

It changes again beyond the 7th circle.

Such was the case with Lich Mamon.

He jumped one step further from a Druid-type black magician.

So, every night, he rummaged through the entire library.

The Alexander family’s library was wider and deeper than he thought.

The entire basement could be called a library. No matter how much of an AI Mark was, it was impossible to grasp all these books in just a few days.

What on earth were the men of the Alexander family like? He was a little frustrated because there was no detailed information. Judging from what they had done so far, none of them were normal.

Several days passed like that.

“Found it.”

Around dawn, Mark jumped up from his seat with a book in his hand.

It was a book containing legends about a certain race.

A race that dramatically increased their physical abilities by freely modifying their bodies—

It contained information about the Dark Elves.

And those Dark Elves lived in the ‘Demon’s Forest’ area, one of the kingdom’s four forbidden zones.

* * *

“Mark.”

-Why do you call?

Legion cast a spell towards the sky.

The mana gathered through the junky steel staff turned into white light and spread in all directions. Then, they all disappeared, leaving only one light shining.

He had tried it several times, but the direction always pointed to one side.

Call the Navigation.

Among the ancient magic, the 2nd circle magic, Call the Navigation.

It is the pinnacle of location designation magic that makes the emitted mana point to the desired location. The problem is that the person who told him this location was Mark….

“Exploding Coolness… if I get taller and lose weight, I can really use it, right?”

-Of course, isn’t it?

“I can’t trust you at all.”

-That’s not what I said. It was just a skill notification window.

“So, if I go to that Demon’s Forest, I can use the ‘Exploding Coolness’ skill even without Lactoerium [a magical metal that helps with weight loss]?”

-You really don’t trust an excellent AI like me too much. How many times have I said it? I’m not confident in raising a mage well, but I’m confident in a warrior. They will use magic to open your closed growth plates and greatly help your future growth.

“What about the weight?”

-Shouldn’t you lose weight by growing taller and increasing your exercise and muscle mass? Don’t you know? What if something goes wrong if you lose weight with jewels? Above all, your biggest problem is that your intelligence is no longer increasing.

“Damn it! Do I have to eat Mithril [a rare and magical metal] again?”

I’m sick of Mithril now.

It was like the tiger who only ate garlic in a cave for a thousand days to become human in the past [a Korean folktale].

Anyway, I can’t use this junky steel staff. It’s heavy, but the feel is definitely worse than when using the staff. The 20 percent attack power increase option is a waste, but above all, the option skill ‘Dogpile’ was really a waste.

It was the best skill to destroy the opponent.

Legion briefly recalled what Simpson had said.

“I’m sorry… but I can’t fix this.”

“Why?”

“First of all, even just attaching it is not something I can do. I can roughly attach it… but it will probably break again soon. Attaching this is no ordinary task. And… even if I attach it, I won’t be able to make it exert its original power.”

“Right? Well, it originally had magic on it.”

“I see. Do you know who made this staff?”

“Yeah, they said it was Bidet.”

“Bidet?”

“Yeah.”

“Bidet… I remember hearing that name. Could it be that person?”

“Do you know him?”

“Rather than knowing him… I know a dwarf.”

“A dwarf? Those mine maniacs?”

“Well, that’s how they’re known in the world….”

“What kind of dwarf is he?”

“Actually, this is a bit subtle. The Bidet I know is a dwarf who only does toilet crafts.”

I’ve never heard of such a craft in my life. Toilet crafts? Is that even necessary?

“Why is a dwarf who makes toilets making a staff? Isn’t that a territory invasion? He has no business ethics.”

“There must be a reason.”

“What reason?”

“Well, I don’t know either.”

Simpson tilted his head.

He had met Bidet more than 30 years ago. It was when Simpson was traveling the world, aiming to become the greatest blacksmith on the continent. He seemed too young at the time. He wandered around the world without any ability and almost died several times.

It was Bidet who saved his life at that time.

Even then, he was a toilet craftsman, and he thought he would still be a toilet craftsman now.

Did he really make this staff?

“So, you don’t know where he is?”

“I don’t know. I only saw him 30 years ago.”

“Where did he say he was going 30 years ago?”

“He said he was going to check the toilets built in the Sky Castle.”

Legion frowned.

“Geez… I’ll see all sorts of useless dwarves. He said he went to check the toilets in the legendary Sky Castle?”

“Well, that’s what I heard.”

Legion gave up even the slightest hope.

Now, he didn’t know if he could get a weapon that fit his hand as well as the broken staff. All the other staffs were expensive and light, so they weren’t fun to use.

Should I just use the junky steel staff?

But Legion, who had learned the feel of the staff, was full of regret.

But what could he do?

There was no clue where the toilet craftsman, Bidet, had gone.

“Alright, alright. I got it once, so I can get it again, right?”

Legion put the staff back into his subspace and said as he came out.

“Anyway, I’ll get a few more blacksmiths and send them over soon. Tell them to develop the village more.”

Thinking about his conversation with Simpson, and examining the flow of the Call the Navigation magic and the junky steel staff once again, Legion fell into serious 고민 [Korean word for dilemma or worry].

The Dark Elves and Bidet, the number one in toilet crafts.

It felt like the two were subtly harmonizing and calling him. He didn’t want to go because it felt like they were deliberately seducing him.

-Why are you hesitating? Aren’t you going to prepare to leave right away?

“I don’t want to.”

-Huh, what do you mean?

“I just don’t want to. I really don’t want to. Especially since you’re telling me to go, I can’t trust you. I’ll just go to the department store again. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get a better item than the staff? Then I won’t have to go through all that trouble.”

Mark overlooked the owner’s personality.

That rebellious personality.