Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 177

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 178

# 178

Let’s Make Some Staff 1

“Because of you, my heart keeps… Because of you, my body keeps… Every time you look at me, every time I think of you~.”

Legion, returning to Office Jajak’s villa, hummed a song.

He felt good. He was humming without realizing it.

The money he squeezed from Freeza or Pajama was a whopping 20,000 gold. He returned 10,000 gold to Bidet and pocketed the remaining 10,000 gold.

If Bidet and Lulu weren’t beside him, he might have danced.

Wait a minute…….

But what song is this?

It’s a song he’s never sung before. It’s definitely not a song from the kingdom…….

Thinking about it, it was a lyric Mark had been humming.

A song from the future? It’s incredibly addictive. He keeps humming it without realizing it.

As Legion, clad in full plate armor, hummed the song, the servants attending to him trembled in fear.

They went to Count Office and said,

“That man is performing a death ritual. He’s going to offer us as sacrifices.”

Surprised, Count Office asked them,

“A death ritual? What is he doing?”

“H-He’s humming a strange song. What was it? Ah, ‘Because of you, my heart keeps…’ he says. Doesn’t that mean he’s offering his heart to a pagan god?”

“Indeed. How terrifying. And?”

“He keeps saying he’s going to eat our bodies. Is he a cannibal?”

“Heol! [An exclamation of disbelief or shock, similar to ‘Wow!’] So he was such a bad guy that he even eats people?”

“I’m so scared, I’m going crazy. Why did he come to this city? We have to catch him right away. Otherwise, something terrible will happen.”

The servants grabbed Count Office’s trouser legs and clung to him, crying.

Count Office sighed.

He felt sorry for them, but it couldn’t be helped. Someone had to make a sacrifice. He decided to give the servants twice as much money and sent them back.

Then he called Lowschool and said,

“That man is no ordinary murderer. All the servants in the villa are terrified.”

Lowschool nodded calmly.

“Did you know that man… was such a person?”

“He’s not called the Death Butcher for nothing.”

“Perhaps……”

“Perhaps… what?”

“Does he also eat people?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“He was singing this song, they said.”

Count Office repeated the song the maids had told him.

“Those are lyrics with very dark content.”

“Indeed. It’s about human sacrifice and offering the heart to the god of darkness.”

“He’s scary indeed. But he’s probably not a cannibal. He didn’t have the unique smell of a cannibal.”

“Could he be hiding it with his armor?”

“Perhaps. But would a strongman like him bother to hide that he’s a cannibal? I don’t think he would.”

“That’s true.”

Count Office nodded briefly.

“The work will be finished soon. Just bear with it until then. You know you must never ruin this.”

“Hoo, the lives of the servants are at stake.”

“They are lowly things.”

“They may be lowly, but they are still lives.”

“I’ll replenish them with more capable individuals later.”

“No need. I’ll take care of it myself.”

Lowschool stepped away. He left the mansion in a carriage.

Count Office watched the carriage carrying Lowschool leaving the mansion.

He muttered,

“Because of you, my heart keeps… Because of you, my body keeps… Every time you look at me, every time I think of you~.”

Startled, he shook his head. He had unconsciously followed the lyrics.

“This can’t be. Devil’s lyrics. Devil’s lyrics. I’m unconsciously chanting the same spell. I must pray to the chief god.”

Count Office’s heart pounded. He knelt down and began to confess his sins to the chief god.

“I will never cheat again.”

* * *

Dreyzer hurriedly left the territory. He couldn’t bear to show his appearance to anyone.

Dreyzer the Predator with pigtails!

The master is short and fat, so people look down on him. How is this any different?

He tried this and that to change his hairstyle. But in less than 10 minutes, it reverted to pigtails.

“What the puck! [A mild curse word, similar to ‘What the heck!’] Why is this happening to me?”

Before leaving the territory, Dreyzer invaded the quarters of the exclusive servants.

He ambushed Bacon.

Bacon’s skill is improving very quickly. If the scions of other nobles learning martial arts saw it, they would have fainted.

But their skill difference was inevitable. First of all, their mindset was different.

Exclusive servants had to become strong.

If they didn’t get strong, Sepia would beat them to death.

Their salary would be cut.

They would also receive a curse of decreased stamina from Lich Mamon.

Exclusive servants had to fight and win in a hellish environment. Their starting line was different from that of rich young masters.

Even Bacon was as different in skill from Dreyzer as an adult is from a child.

Bacon, who was instantly grabbed by the neck, tapped Dreyzer’s thick wrist.

“What are you doing? Dreyzer-nim [A respectful title, similar to ‘Mr.’ or ‘Sir.’]”

They were the same servants. There was no difference in status.

However, there were no exclusive servants who would say to Dreyzer, ‘We’re the same class, so let’s speak casually.’

How could the kingdom’s 7th strongest and a deserter be the same?

“Where did the master go?”

“Legion-nim [A respectful title, similar to ‘Mr.’ or ‘Sir.’]?”

“Do we have another master besides our master?”

“He went to the dark elf village, wasn’t it? The Forest of Death, or something.”

“No contact yet?”

“No, there isn’t.”

“I see.”

Dreyzer decided to go to Legion. That human would make fun of him for the rest of his life. Then he would say this to him. Master-nim [A respectful title, similar to ‘Mr.’ or ‘Sir.’], please look in the mirror before you speak.

Kaka Kak!

With the master, I don’t look so unhappy.

Dreyzer released Bacon’s neck. His entire body disappeared in an instant as if teleporting.

Bacon rubbed his neck and looked in the direction Dreyzer had disappeared.

“Ouch, it hurts, he’s just strong without any skill. Why is he doing this?”

Bacon saw a giant with pigtails, or rather, a bohemian style, running away in a hurry.

“Could it be……?”

Bacon shuddered.

It can’t be. It couldn’t be. There was definitely some curse on the men in this territory.

Their hairstyles are all weird.

Following Lich Mamon and Haimo’s bobbed hair style…… bohemian style?

“The territory is gradually going crazy.”

Bacon had no idea that his master, Legion, also had bobbed hair.

* * *

Clang, clang.

Legion returned to the underground market with Bidet and Lulu. The reason he came here was simple.

Bidet hadn’t yet found the materials to put into the staff.

So he asked.

“Can’t you get it somewhere else?”

“I can.”

“Then let’s go there. Trouble will arise if we stay here.”

“Do you know where the Phoenix is?”

“Phoenix?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know.”

He had never seen it. He didn’t even know that such a legendary being existed.

“Can you catch a desert dragon?”

“I don’t know.”

“In terms of strength alone, it’s stronger than a dragon.”

“Heol! [An exclamation of disbelief or shock, similar to ‘Wow!’] How can I catch that?”

“The Bluebird of the Jungle can only be seen by the chosen ones.”

“I’m curious, but how do you get those things?”

“I don’t know either. Only an SS-class treasure hunter can get it.”

“Is it very expensive?”

“Of course, it’s expensive. If I don’t know, it’ll cost about 1/3 of the Lactorerium [A fictional, highly valuable material]. About Soul Lactinium [Another fictional, highly valuable material].”

Legion thought that the price of the highest-grade Lactorerium would be around 800,000 to 1 million gold. It was far more than the cash he had.

But if you add up the prices of the three, it’s similar to that? It’s really incredibly expensive.

But Soul Lactinium was that expensive?

“You only have 10,000 gold. How were you going to get it?”

“Barter.”

“Barter?”

“Yeah, don’t you know who I am?”

“The master of toilet craftsmanship.”

“Don’t you have any other modifiers besides that?”

“I don’t know.”

“The best blacksmith.”

Lulu, unable to listen any longer, slipped in and praised her master.

“I haven’t seen the things you’ve made yet, so I’ll judge later whether you’re the best or not.”

“Hmph, I’ll definitely show you. Anyway, they were going to give me the materials. I was going to make them the best things. If it doesn’t work out, I can exchange it for the Soul Lactinium I got this time. But it’s all gone to waste. Because of whom? All because of you. And you accuse me of being a thief?”

“Hmm, I’m a little sorry about that. But that’s how it was. You disappeared with the Lactorerium without saying anything, so I thought you ran away with it.”

“Enough. I can’t leave this place now. I have to find those materials first.”

“What if they’re not there?”

“I have to run on foot. If you’re in a hurry, tell me. I’ll just make it with the materials I have.”

“Is there a big difference in performance?”

“If I just make it, it’s a top-class staff.”

“If you combine all the materials and make it?”

“It will be the strongest staff in history.”

The word ‘in history’ moved Legion’s heart severely. As a wizard, his desire to have a good staff was great.

I definitely want to have it! That strongest staff in history!

-You, if you hold out here any longer, a situation will arise where you have to snipe Baserabab. Hunters from all over the kingdom may chase you. You may go to waste without even using 1 million gold.

I know.

But I can’t leave now.

I can’t help it. As much as possible-

-As much as possible what?

Let’s pretend to be Don Quixote. Everyone knows me as Don Quixote.

-Well, there’s no other way.

Mark was considered a little pathetic as Don Quixote or whatever. When this is over-

I guarantee his life will be over.

Well, judging from the rumors I’ve heard, he’s quite a bad guy. He’s lived long enough.

Mark was doing his best to strategize to make Legion look like Don Quixote.

Legion arrived at the killing arena. Despite the commotion yesterday, the game was back on today as if nothing had happened.

Legion approached the men guarding the area.

“Hey.”

Legion called out to the men.

The men who saw Legion were startled as if they had seen a ghost.

Clang, clang.

Legion approached them. His bloodshot red eyes glared at the men.

“H-Heiek [A sound of fear or surprise].”

One of the men, unable to withstand Legion’s gaze, lost his mind and collapsed.

The remaining man also wet himself.

The two-headed lion was hit once by Legion and ran away, and the rock weighing tens of tons was of no help at all. In return, the boss, Freeza, survived.

He wasn’t hit many times.

He was hit about twice with an iron sword while lying face down.

Waddeudeuk- [Sound of something breaking]

The sound of his waist folding was clearly heard in the killing arena.

Freeza thought that he was alive only because of God’s care.

But that ironclad warrior, no, the Death Butcher Don Quixote, came again.

“Y-You know me?”

“I know.”

The man shook his head vigorously up and down.

“Wait here. Bring Freeza.”

“I-I’ll bring him right away.”

The man ran into the building as if his tail was on fire.