Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 162

Magic is a Waste to Learn – Episode 163 (163/502)

Death Butcher 1

Signal tapped his temple.

The Archbishop’s command to him….

“I have something to do, so I must leave for a while. I want you to protect the person who will be my wife for a while.”

With those words, the Archbishop and his escort warriors left.

Baron Signal had no intention of disobeying the Archbishop’s words. He knew well how terrifying the man was.

Moreover, the day when the Stone Head Church would rule the continent was coming soon.

Thinking about that time, it was even more necessary to focus on the church. Besides, wasn’t there also the humiliation he suffered in the Dark Elf village this time? Serving Mizset this time might be one of the great opportunities given to him.

At first, he even danced to lift Mizset’s spirits….

The Archbishop had clearly said,

“Maintain her beauty as much as possible.”

He was screwed.

Baron Signal tore at his hair while watching Mizset devour five meals a day. In just a few days, Mizset had gained 5 kilograms [approximately 11 pounds].

It wasn’t just that she ate well.

She only ate expensive and delicious food.

She carelessly ate and discarded lobsters that even Baron Signal couldn’t afford to eat often. So much meat was still attached.

*It’s driving me crazy!*

If he took Mizset to the Archbishop in that state… he might be torn limb from limb and killed.

“Stop her from eating!”

Baron Signal shouted at the maids carrying food. The maids flinched as if they were frightened.

“But if we don’t bring food, Mizset-nim [a respectful suffix similar to ‘Lady’ or ‘Madam’] will get angry.”

“What’s wrong with her getting a little angry?”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“With what?”

“Even if Mizset-nim says, ‘Baron Signal tormented me to the point of madness. I was so sad’?”

Baron Signal’s future turned bleak.

The future is terrible. If such words reached the Archbishop’s ears, he would be thrown as food for the Dark Demon God.

“Then bring her low-calorie food. And make her exercise a little.”

“She says her blood sugar will drop if she does that.”

“Who says?”

“Mizset-nim does.”

“Aaaaargh!”

Baron Signal ruffled his hair wildly again. *What kind of woman is she? Does the Archbishop hate me? Why is he trying to get my head chopped off by bringing such a woman?*

“I have to make her lose weight no matter what. I’ll die if I go to the Archbishop in that state.”

The maid looked at Signal with eyes that said, ‘Goodbye, Lord.’

Signal, enraged, thought about killing the maid but stopped. He thought it would be much better to gently coax the maid to help Mizset lose weight.

“I’ll give 5 gold for every kilogram [approximately 2.2 pounds] that woman loses.”

“5 gold?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.”

The maid began to test the waters. *How could she be so calm in this situation? She’s a really bold one.*

Signal had no choice but to take a step back.

“10 gold.”

“Okay. I’ll do my best to help Mizset-nim lose weight.”

The young maid smiled brightly at Baron Signal. She removed all kinds of meat dishes and filled the tray with fruit. Then, she returned to the room where Mizset was.

Watching the maid’s back, Baron Signal clenched his teeth.

*Whether Mizset goes to the harem or the main church, he decided not to let that girl live.*

“Signal-nim [a respectful suffix similar to ‘Lord’ or ‘Sir’].”

Insta, one of the knights who barely survived the Dark Elf village invasion operation, called out to Baron Signal.

“What?”

Baron Signal replied irritably.

“Quite a few mercenaries have gathered.”

“How many?”

“I think there are over 600.”

“Oh, 600?”

“Yes.”

Baron Signal’s expression brightened when he heard the number of mercenaries.

He had lost tens of thousands of gold in this operation’s failure. He had lost a lot of the money he had earned from selling drugs. To recover, he had to take risks.

“600 people….”

He thought that with that many people, he could make up for the losses.

“Let’s go.”

Baron Signal took Knight Insta and walked out of the castle.

* * *

“So, Baron Signal will appear soon, you say.”

Legion spoke in the voice of Sergeant Kim, who had returned from hell.

Dasan trembled. It wasn’t an atmosphere for conversation at all. He had never been intimidated anywhere, but this voice was so frightening that he couldn’t bear it.

The only reason he was standing here was because of money.

Tears welled up in his eyes when he thought about his eight starving children.

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

Dasan barely managed to breathe as he answered.

“Then, the war mercenaries are hindering the capture of Baron Signal.”

“Excuse me? Capture who?”

Dasan thought he had misheard. This was Baron Signal’s castle. In other words, it was his turf. Capture someone here?

Baron Signal? Alone?

Normally, he would have spat and left, calling him a crazy bastard.

But who was his opponent?

Wasn’t he the Butcher of Death?

Even before coming here, Dasan had noticed this man. When he looked at his colleagues, they all agreed.

Dondekman, the Butcher of Death.

The worst mass murderer in history.

The Butcher of Death, Dondekman, became famous about 7 years ago.

No one knew where he came from.

It was not known which organization he belonged to. Only rumors about him were rampant.

He slaughtered 1,000 people in the south.

He killed a nobleman in the central region and annihilated his entire family.

He was chased and killed by the Golden Knights, but he was resurrected. In fact, he was a demon from the demon world to disrupt the human world.

Etc.

None of them were proven to be true.

Nevertheless, his notoriety spread endlessly. This is because the testimonies of those who saw him all matched.

The Butcher of Death, Dondekman, is a giant with a height of nearly 2 meters [approximately 6 feet 7 inches].

He also wears black armor that completely obscures his face. Sharp horns are attached to his forehead and shoulders, making him so terrifying that anyone who sees him would piss their pants.

It looked very similar to the iron armor that Legion was wearing.

Thanks to that, Legion-

Became Dondekman, the Butcher of Death, who brought fear.

Of course, only he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t even know who Dondekman is.

“Dondekman… nim [a respectful suffix similar to ‘Lord’ or ‘Sir’].”

Dasan called out to Legion.

Legion didn’t know Dasan was calling him. He was just thinking about how to capture Baron Signal without hurting Mizset.

“Um… Dondekman-nim.”

Dasan called Legion again.

“Huh? Did you call me?”

“Yes, I did.”

“But Dondekman?”

Legion looked at Dasan with bloodshot eyes and asked.

Dasan was startled. *Could it be that I have offended Dondekman-nim?*

“S-shall I call you by another name? I will call you whatever you want.”

“It’s okay. You can call me that.”

“Okay. Dondekman-nim.”

He thought it was a display of Dondekman’s boldness. When he appears, all the knights of the territory will gather. Nevertheless, he confidently reveals his name.

It must mean that he is confident in dealing with any opponent.

He is a truly terrifying person.

*If I get out of this guy’s hands safely today, I won’t act recklessly again.*

“Are you really going to capture Baron Signal alone?”

Dasan asked, lowering his voice as much as possible. This was Baron Signal’s territory. It was inside the tiger’s mouth. If a single word is leaked here, he will die too.

Only Dondekman, the Butcher of Death, with his great power, will survive.

“Yes, I’m going to catch him now. Guide me.”

“M-me?”

Here.”

Legion took out another leather pouch.

“100 gold. For today… I’ll buy your life.”

The leather pouch jingles.

100 gold.

From Dasan’s point of view, it was money he couldn’t earn even if he worked his bones off all year round.

But 100 gold for working just one day?

Including the money he received in advance, it was 110 gold. It was really the first time in years that he had enough money to buy his wife and children plenty of meat. No, it was enough money to keep buying it for several days.

100 gold.

Okay.

Dasan took a deep breath.

“Give me 200 gold.”

“200 gold?”

Legion’s brow furrowed slightly.

Just the subtle change in his eyes that were visible through the helmet made Dasan tremble with fear.

“I think my life is worth more than 100 gold at least.”

Dasan gambled his life.

If Dondekman is as notorious as the rumors say, his head will fly off here.

But after experiencing him a little, he didn’t seem like such a bad person. So, he rolled the biggest dice of his life. 200 gold is a huge amount of money for him.

However, he was sure that 200 gold was not a large sum for Dondekman. If he could capture Baron Signal for 200 gold, it would definitely not be a losing deal.

“Dasan.”

“Yes, Dondekman-nim.”

“You have quite the nerve. I’ll buy your life for 200 gold.”

Legion said in a booming voice.

Dasan, who lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly.

Okay.

* * *

Rice, the leader of the Monday Chicken Mercenary Group, looked around.

Quite a few people had gathered. Even if he roughly calculated, there were over 600 people. It was very rare for this many mercenaries to gather when recruited by a mere barony, not even a county.

If there was one reason.

It’s because it’s profitable.

“Jackals.”

Rice snorted. *Talk about attacking someone, fighting someone, or fighting to the death with someone should not leak out anywhere.*

Everything must be kept secret.

If this kind of talk leaks out, it will definitely reach the opponent’s ears, and they will also prepare defenses. They might even gather more troops than this side.

Especially in territorial wars between nobles, maintaining secrecy is essential.

But Lord Signal must be quite upset. He openly recruited mercenaries, saying he would go into the Forest of Demons and catch all the Dark Elves.

The basic allowance was also a groundbreaking amount.

20 gold for a single expedition. Any looting other than Dark Elves is allowed. 20 gold consolation money paid in case of death.

Half a year had passed since he entered the kingdom due to the outbreak of civil war.

He had already calculated in advance who to stick with. He was planning to get in line with that nobleman as soon as the civil war broke out. If it seemed a little unfavorable, the mercenaries’ fees would increase a little more. He was trying to make a solid profit this time, but… the civil war seemed like it was about to break out but didn’t. It was very quiet.

It was the numerous war mercenaries who had entered the kingdom who were anxious. They had eaten up a considerable amount of money in the territories where they had settled.

So, they couldn’t pass up an opportunity to make money like this.

“I heard the Dark Elf village is full of treasures?”

Rice asked Beef, who had joined recently.

His skills were second to none in the mercenary group. He suspected that he might have been a former knight. Well, it was an unwritten rule not to ask about a mercenary’s past, so he didn’t ask, ‘What were you doing before?’

However, it becomes clear at once that he is a person who has accumulated a great deal of experience after talking to him a few times.

“There are many. A tribe that deals with magic and spirits. They like forests and beauty, so there may not be many jewels or precious metals, but there will be quite a few valuable items.”

“Oh. Is that so.”

Rice rubbed his roughly grown chin. He felt good at the feeling that it would be a bigger deal than he thought.

“I heard that it is a habitat where more than 200 Dark Elves live. Because they are elves who live hidden away, I have never seen such a large village. Perhaps… I think we will get more than 100 gold per person.”

“More than 100 gold per person?”

“Yes.”

“Very good. Hehehehe.”

Rice laughed at Beef’s words, and the other mercenaries trembled with joy.

But-

Thump~ Thump~ Thump~ Thump~

A steady reverberation was heard towards them. It sounded like the sound of grinding wheat at a mill. It also felt like an earthquake.

Rice and the mercenaries unknowingly turned their heads to find the source of the sound.

There stood a demon wearing huge iron armor.