Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 172

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 173

# 173

A Mercenary, But Not Really (2)

Legion felt he had made the biggest misjudgment of his life.

He wanted to drop everything, return to his territory, and lie down quietly for five months and twenty days. On the way, he would stop by the department store and buy a video magic device [likely a magical equivalent of a DVD player or streaming device].

He just wanted to laze around.

‘I’ve suffered a lot. I want to rest a bit. Why me!’

Why does the lord have to be at the forefront, suffering like a dog!

Thinking about it, it felt so unfair.

Dreyger had said he had business and disappeared. The master was looking out for the convenience of his servant.

The exclusive servants were only training in the territory.

Without Lich Mamon, he’d probably just be drinking all evening. Or maybe dating. Dating? Damn it, don’t even think about dating when I can’t.

I’ll ruin everything.

The employees poisoned by venom… at first, he felt sorry for them.

So, he rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

But thinking about it, they had it pretty good. Being a frozen human was just like sleeping. Mizsette was going back to the territory to go on a diet.

Damn it!

He even sent mercenaries along, just in case the Stone Head cult guys tried to cause trouble.

He should have taken a few of them to be his attendants.

If only Dasan were here, he wouldn’t have to suffer like this.

Dasan pocketed 210 gold and disappeared like the wind. It seemed he wouldn’t show his face again. Damn, 210 gold. He felt like he’d been scammed for trying to show off.

And Legion was camping alone.

The full plate armor never felt familiar. It would be stranger if he got used to 250 kilograms of armor.

He moved awkwardly, gathering branches.

Even in summer, the mountains get cold at night. Of course, he didn’t feel the cold much because he was wearing armor.

But there was a big difference between having a fire and not.

Legion didn’t want to spend the night alone in the mountains without a campfire.

-Why alone? I’m here too.

Just get lost.

So, Legion had to take care of even the smallest tasks himself. Mark was no help at all in these situations.

Too annoying-

“Can’t you move on autopilot?” he asked.

-I’m too lazy.

Was the answer he got.

You devil.

“I’m hungry.”

Legion muttered, sitting on a rock.

-If you’re hungry, hunt. You’re burning a lot of energy because of the armor. You need to keep eating.

“I know, but I’m too lazy.”

In fact, it wasn’t easy to catch even a rabbit while wearing this armor. He realized for the first time how difficult it was to catch a rabbit.

He fired a fireball to catch a rabbit and set the mountain on fire.

He poured water magic to put out the fire. He barely managed to put it out, but he was exhausted.

In the end, he couldn’t catch even a rat.

There was so much money in the subspace… but no food, which was the most important thing.

-Are you going to starve to death?

“Surely not.”

-Never say never. You’ll starve to death.

“Isn’t there a spell to stop hunger?”

-If there was such a spell, would people fight over food? You can forget about hunger for a while, but humans have to eat. Eating and sleeping. These two are the best tonics for the human body.

“Aaaah, I’m hungry. I really don’t want to move a finger.”

-Then keep starving.

Legion sighed deeply. How nice it would be if rabbit meat was sizzling over that campfire.

He was hungry, but suddenly his lower abdomen felt achy.

The signal came.

Once a week.

He had to take care of business.

Ugh, I really hate this.

Legion got up and went into the forest. It was better to relieve himself a little away from the campsite.

He barely twisted his waist to the side and opened the small opening on his butt.

At first, it was easy to open the opening.

But as the amount of muscle increased, his hand couldn’t reach it. Now, he had to twist his waist 90 degrees just to barely reach it.

The amount of muscle….

Will continue to increase.

As long as he wore the full plate armor, as long as he carried the iron sword.

Legion suddenly felt uneasy.

What if-

His muscles grew so much that his hand couldn’t reach the opening? Even if he tried to cast magic, he had to be able to see it.

If his hand couldn’t reach the opening.

“Damn it! No way!”

Legion covered his helmet.

He couldn’t let his muscles grow any more. A disaster would happen. Shit could keep filling up inside the armor.

Once this job was over, he would definitely return to the territory. And he would just lie still like a patient.

If he built up any more muscle, something really bad would happen.

Thinking about the future filled with nightmares, Legion stood and took care of business.

He really couldn’t get used to it.

Legion decided to think happy thoughts.

Meeting Mark-

Learning magic-

Gaining weight-

Losing intelligence-

Wearing 250 kilograms of armor-

And pooping standing up-

Damn it! My past is unlucky! There are no happy memories at all!

Legion shook his head. He was going to get depressed. He was already suspected of having schizophrenia. If he got depressed, he would be forcibly admitted to the temple [likely a mental health institution in this world].

“Excuse me, Mr. Dondreman?”

Someone cautiously called Legion.

Ah! I’m so unhappy!

Why am I so unhappy?

“Mr. Dondreman?”

He called Legion again.

Legion didn’t realize he was being called because of the name ‘Dondreman.’ No, he didn’t even realize someone was approaching.

He was completely out of it.

Mark was the same. He had no idea what he was thinking, or that someone was right in front of him.

Startled, Legion almost fell backward.

If he fell, his life would be over.

“Wh, who is it?”

“I am Lowschool, an underling of the client. I believe you were notified in advance.”

He had never heard of Lowschool. Who is he? Who are you?

“As expected, Mr. Dondreman keeps his appointments perfectly. I left two hours early just in case, but you were already here.”

So, who are you?

“First of all, thank you very much for coming such a long way. Ahem. But what’s that smell?”

Lowschool, who had been bowing his head, covered his nose.

A very unpleasant smell irritated his nerves.

“Oh dear, Mr. Dondreman, let’s go this way. It seems this place is a toilet for wild animals.”

Lowschool stepped aside.

Legion had no choice but to follow him. Damn it, he hadn’t finished pooping. He hadn’t even wiped.

It was so uncomfortable.

Lowschool moved to the campfire and took out a large leather pouch from his pocket, handing it to Legion.

“This is 100,000 gold as an initial payment. It’s a voucher that can be cashed anywhere on the continent. It’s already been circulated once, so it can’t be traced. I’ll give you the rest after the job is done.”

Legion received the money.

Wow! Where did this free money come from?

“When would you like to start the job?”

Job? What job? Who are you?

“Anytime.”

Legion replied. He complimented himself on his quick wit.

“According to our information, the old men of the Magic Tower will move to the port city of CM in three days. We believe that will be the opportunity.”

The old men of the Magic Tower? What is that supposed to mean?

The moment he heard the words Magic Tower, Legion felt uneasy. Magic Tower, old men, three days later, CM… this story was going in one direction.

Who are these guys to be targeting the Magic Tower?

A force that could touch the Magic Tower shouldn’t exist within the kingdom.

At least, to fight them, you would have to mobilize the total power of a decent kingdom.

Even that wouldn’t be easy if the Magic Tower publicly issued a summons for wizards.

That’s how powerful the Magic Tower was.

“So, you’re telling me to kill the old men of the Magic Tower?”

When he said old men, was he referring to the elders of the Magic Tower? He didn’t know exactly who they were.

“What? Didn’t you agree? That’s what I came here thinking.”

Lowschool showed caution at Legion’s words.

“No, I have to do what I have to do.”

Who the hell is Lowschool?

“Is the money not enough?”

Lowschool asked cautiously.

“They’re the old men of the Magic Tower. Of course, you’d think this is just pocket change.”

“Well, it’s 500,000 gold… but compared to the value of those old men’s lives, it’s pocket change.”

Oh my!

500,000 gold!

He thought his heart would stop. Besides the 100,000 gold, there was 400,000 gold more to receive? There was a lot of money in the territory, but more was always better.

What about 5 million gold, what about 50 million gold, just give it to me and I’ll spend it all.

“Good. How about 700,000 gold?”

“700,000 gold?”

Legion’s eyes flashed.

These guys must be really rich?

Lowschool swallowed hard at Legion’s fierce gaze. As expected, Dondreman was not easy to deal with. Even if he was one of the kingdom’s Seven Great Warriors, it was difficult to guarantee his life this time.

This was a matter involving the Sage of the Magic Tower, Baserababab, and the Duke of Continent [likely a powerful noble or regional ruler].

If this job succeeded, it would be a cataclysm.

With the demise of Baserababab, the Sage of the Magic Tower, the prelude to civil war would begin.

The death of Baserababab, who protected the royal family, would end with the overwhelming victory of the Duke of Continent.

But dealing with Baserababab was by no means easy. The three guardians who protected him were strong, but he himself was really strong.

So, the Duke of Continent carefully selected an assassin.

And that assassin was chosen to be Dondreman, the Butcher of Death.

Dondreman was a wandering knight who belonged to neither light nor darkness.

He was strong, but no one would care if he died. If he died, someone else would fill the position of one of the kingdom’s Seven Great Warriors.

Legion had no way of knowing that. He just had to piece together the puzzle from his conversation with Lowschool.

Lowschool, intimidated by Legion’s gaze, bet again.

“How about 800,000 gold?”

“…….”

Oh my! Hey! Mark, did you hear that?

-Huh? Oh my, what is it? Who is that man?

What if the other party was an assassin? Are you going to keep neglecting your duties!

-I trust you, so I was relieved and looking for other data.

What data?

-There’s something. Anyway, who is that man?

Legion briefly explained about Lowschool.

-So, they misunderstood you as Dondreman again?

That’s right.

-You and Dondreman must look very similar.

Not at all.

That’s just the rumor.

Lowschool’s mouth was dry. He had heard that Dondreman was the worst of the worst, and it seemed to be true. He had made a promise of 500,000 gold and was trying to break the deal again.

This bastard knew how to raise the stakes.

He sighed deeply.

“One million gold. I can’t go any higher. Our funds aren’t that plentiful either.”

-Oh my! O, one million gold?

Mark was also shocked.

Legion also opened his mouth so wide that his jaw dropped. If he hadn’t been covering his face with his helmet, he would have been caught immediately.

“How is it? Will you accept our offer?”

He didn’t know the details, but he’d call.

“Half as an advance.”

“I’ll give you the remaining 400,000 gold when we arrive at the accommodation.”

Legion clenched his fist.

Yes! He made a fortune.

“I’ll give you the rest when the old man of the Magic Tower, Baserababab’s head flies off.”

Legion stopped clenching his fist. He blinked his eyes in surprise.

Who?

Baserababab?

That living legend?