Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 161

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 162 (162/502)

# 162

The Wandering Warrior 2

Having completed all preparations, the Legion left the village, already exhausted before even starting.

His body felt like it weighed a ton.

The armor weighed 250 kilograms (approximately 550 pounds), and the iron sword weighed 150 kilograms (approximately 330 pounds). Carrying a total of 400 kilograms (approximately 880 pounds), it would have been strange if he weren’t exhausted.

He was already completely worn out when he arrived at Lord Signal’s territory.

Creak-

The Legion opened the door of the tavern.

He was so tired that his eyes were bloodshot. He was so exhausted that he felt like he would curse at anyone who touched him.

*Don’t touch me, I’m annoyed.*

As the Legion entered, the noisy tavern instantly fell silent.

The Legion they were looking at was-

A man in armor nearly 2 meters tall (approximately 6 feet 7 inches). The black paint gave him an overwhelming presence. Sharp iron thorns were embedded in his helmet and shoulders.

It looked like he would stab anyone who approached.

His face was not visible. All that could be seen were his eyes.

They had no choice but to judge the Legion’s appearance by his eyes. The Legion’s eyes they saw were those of a solitary killer.

“Tsk, hey, hey, avert your eyes. You see that guy’s eyes? Look how bloodshot they are. He’s itching for a fight. It’s not worth picking a fight with him.”

“Damn, he’s terrifying. He doesn’t seem like a mercenary. Could he be a wandering knight who killed a noble and deserted?”

“Killed a noble? Huh, he looks like the type. Hey, bow your head. He’s passing by.”

Squeak, squeak.

The Legion crossed the tavern.

The wooden floor screamed. It seemed like it would collapse at any moment, unable to bear the Legion’s weight.

In fact, everyone clearly heard the sound of wood cracking, ‘creak, creak.’

“It looks like a human tank I’ve only heard about. This is driving me crazy. The territory’s atmosphere is so bad that even a killer like that can come in without a problem.”

The Legion faced the tavern owner.

The tavern owner trembled as he looked at the giant Legion. The hand that had been wiping the glass stopped.

“W-What can I help you with?”

“Water.”

“Huh?”

“Give me water.”

“Ah, I understand.”

The tavern owner quickly filled a glass with water and politely gave it to the Legion.

Crack~

The Legion lost control and broke the glass.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t control his strength, but that he couldn’t control the weight of the armor.

“Oh no, what should I do? He must not have liked the glass. That crazy bastard might kill the owner. Do we have to just stand here and take it?”

“Are you going to step in? Just stay still. Unless you want to die. If you step in, you’ll die. I’ve been in this business for 20 years. You know why I’m still alive? Because I have good instincts. Right now, it’s obvious that we should shut our mouths and bow our heads. If you step in now, you’ll die.”

“But we’ve known the owner for 10 years already?”

“He’s just a tavern owner and a customer. If you want to die that badly, go ahead and step in.”

The men bit their lips tightly.

They couldn’t bring themselves to step in. If they got hit by that iron sword, they wouldn’t even be able to gather their bones properly.

The Legion looked at the water on his hand. *He should have used a little less force…* He felt sorry for the owner.

He reached out again.

“Water.”

“Eek, I understand. I understand. I’ll give you water.”

The tavern owner, looking tearful, handed the entire water jug to the Legion.

*Ugh. I can’t control it delicately.*

The Legion tried to pour water into the glass with the jug, but it didn’t work as he wanted. First of all, he couldn’t control it accurately.

His father’s words echoed in his ears again.

-A man must control himself well. If you don’t control yourself well, you’ll ruin your family. For example, there’s Alexander de Recordian, one of our ancestors. Well, there are many others besides him.

The Legion nodded with a young heart.

His parents said that the reason the family had been pushed to this remote area was all because they hadn’t ‘controlled’ themselves.

*Yes, I have to control myself well.*

*Ah, no. My arm muscles are cramping.*

He tried to pour water into the cup several times, but failed. He was dying of thirst. His frustration reached its peak. How could drinking a sip of water be so difficult?

“Stop it. Giant.”

“I can’t stand to watch anymore. Why are you tormenting the tavern owner?”

“Leave this place while I’m asking nicely.”

Men gathered behind the Legion. They seemed to be acquainted with the tavern owner.

*Whatever.*

The Legion’s annoyance was beyond words. He was starving to death. He was dying of thirst. He was dying to sleep.

The Legion slammed the table as it was.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

An amazing thing happened. The log table, which wouldn’t have budged even with a decent axe, split in half.

He hadn’t used magic like knights or wizards.

He had simply punched it, but the log table split in half.

The weight of the log table alone was considerable.

It would take four strong men to barely move it.

The men who saw the log table break turned pale. They looked at each other.

*Damn, we should have waited a little longer.*

“Ahem, do what you need to do and leave. I have to go feed my baby milk.”

“I have to hold my old mother’s sixtieth birthday party from tonight.”

“Then see you later.”

The men hurriedly tried to leave the tavern.

But the Legion wasn’t the type to let them go so easily. Whatever the reason, they had started the fight. It was the Legion’s nature to give back as much as he received.

“Stop there.”

Originally, the Legion’s voice was a slightly high-pitched tone.

It sounded bright and cheerful, but it could also sound frivolous. But now, the Legion’s voice was reminiscent of a drayer [a person who drives a heavy cart or wagon].

It was very thick, rough, and heavy.

This was because he had attached a voice changer to his helmet.

Mark had strongly suggested that a squeaky voice would not suit such terrifying armor. The Legion agreed. So, he asked Bidet to create a voice changer. It wasn’t too difficult to make if you had magical knowledge.

Also, Bidet was capable of creating the mechanical device.

That’s how the Legion came to have the voice of Sergeant Kim who returned from hell.

“W-What’s the matter?”

The men sweated profusely on their foreheads and bowed their heads. They couldn’t even make eye contact with the Legion.

“Continue the conversation you were having earlier.”

It was a voice that evoked an image of a demon from hell spewing fire.

The men almost peed their pants. They barely endured it with their mental strength and asked back.

“Which one?”

“Lord Signal is gathering mercenaries?”

“Ah, that story. Well, I don’t know if Lord Signal ordered it, but… it’s true that the slave guild members are gathering mercenaries.”

“Where?”

“They say they’re recruiting at Lord Signal’s castle.”

“Guide me.”

“Me?”

Bang!

The Legion slammed the table once more. Like an old tree struck by lightning, the table split in half to the left and right.

“You have to guide me. I have to do it. Of course.”

The man rubbed his hands together to survive.

* * *

The Legion eats a small amount of food.

He also consumes only the minimum amount of water. If you ask why, tears well up in his eyes. It was hard to pee. Standing up to pee was truly heartbreaking. The most painful part of the day was that.

Fortunately, thanks to the ‘Helicobacter Pylori Go Away’ passive skill, he only needs to relieve himself once a week.

*To think that the day would come when I would feel grateful for the ‘Helicobacter Pylori Go Away’ passive skill.*

It was something I never imagined.

That’s why people should live long and see. You never know how the world will change.

Anyway, after consuming a small amount of food and water, he moved to Lord Signal’s castle.

Lord Signal.

*I don’t like his face from the start.*

It’s a face reminiscent of a hyena.

If I meet him today, I’m going to end it for sure. There may be a black-haired man and his followers. I’ve prepared countermeasures for that.

The countermeasures are nothing special.

Anyway, no one knows I’m the Legion.

I’m thinking of summoning Mammon [a demon representing greed] and wiping them all out. I’m wearing armor that doesn’t show my face, so who cares if rumors spread that the Demon King has come?

No matter how great the Stone Head Church is, it won’t be easy against Mammon.

In the meantime, the Legion was planning to save Mizset and escape to the Magic Tower. After obtaining Mandragora [a plant with magical properties] from the Magic Tower, he would escape to the Dark Elf village and wait for 6 months to pass.

He takes off his armor and returns to his handsome appearance.

His subordinates live and he regains the ‘Explosion of Coolness’ passive skill.

It’s a perfect plan.

That’s what the Legion thought.

Wriggle wriggle wriggle.

There was a considerable crowd gathered at Lord Signal’s castle. It seemed that at least 600 people had gathered.

“What’s your name?”

The Legion asked the man who had guided him.

Dasahn, who was being held by the Legion and acting as a guide, had a fiery temper but a not-so-bad personality.

He was quite popular in the village.

He was still in his early 30s, but he had already had eight children. That’s why he had no choice but to do anything for money.

For him, being a mercenary was not a vocation. It was just one of the jobs he had to do to feed his wife and children.

“My name is Dasahn.”

“Dasahn… That’s a unique name.”

“I-Is that so?”

“Good. From now on, answer my questions well. If you give a satisfactory answer…”

The Legion took out a small pouch and placed it on Dasahn’s palm.

“What’s this?”

“It’s 10 gold. I’ll give you more money depending on your answer.”

Dasahn’s eyes twinkled at the Legion’s words.

He would do anything for money. When he went home, his youngest child, who had been born recently, would be crying because he was hungry. Dasahn was not one to pass up the opportunity to earn such a large sum of money.

“Ask me anything. Even if it’s a question I can’t answer, I’ll find out by any means possible.”

“Good. Are the people here mercenaries?”

The Legion asked, and Dasahn nodded.

“That’s right. The ones with the tall guy over there are the Monday Chicken Mercenary Corps. They’re a mercenary corps with a scale of about 120-150 people. And the ones with the shaved heads over there are the Michiko London Mercenary Corps. They’re all war mercenary corps.”

“War mercenary corps?”

The Legion’s eyebrows twitched.

This was information he didn’t know. Lord Heinz had also told him to be careful of ‘drug and slave guild members,’ but he had never mentioned war mercenary corps.

War mercenary corps always appear where wars break out.

They will secure a huge fortune at the risk of their lives. The way they secure a huge fortune is through ‘plunder.’

They are much more cruel than mercenaries who focus on adventure.

And there are two of those guys nesting in this territory?

“Yes, that’s right. There are rumors that a civil war is breaking out. In fact, those rumors have been circulating for quite some time, so I didn’t believe them…”

“With the war mercenary corps getting involved, it might actually happen?”

“That’s right. War mercenary corps have probably entered not only this territory but also other territories. Perhaps the lords of each territory will hire mercenary corps.”

The Legion nodded slightly.

It seemed like it wasn’t something to just pass over and listen to. It seemed like he would have to put his head together with Lord Heinz and come up with a plan after this was over.

“Good. Then what happened to Lord Signal?”

Lord Signal disappeared into the portal with the black-haired man. But I don’t think he’ll be away.

He must be somewhere here.

That was why the Legion had designated Lord Signal as his first target.

“Lord Signal is…”

Dasahn opened his mouth while looking at Lord Signal’s castle.