Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 180

Baserabap was in utter shock.

He watched hundreds of people collapse before his eyes, vomiting blood.

All of them were people who had come out to greet Baserabap.

Each one was a nobleman with considerable influence here. Most had come to familiarize themselves with Baserabap, and some he had seen before.

As the banquet reached its peak-

Count Office collapsed, vomiting blood.

Dark red veins bulged from his face. Black blood gushed from all seven orifices.

The marble floor of the banquet hall was quickly stained with blood.

“Aaaaaaack!”

The dancers screamed as if they were fainting-

“Poison! His Excellency has been poisoned! Priest! Where is the priest!”

Count Office’s retainers screamed in horror.

But even the retainers who tried to save Count Office collapsed, vomiting blood.

One by one.

Eventually, most of the nobles in the banquet hall collapsed, clutching their throats.

The only ones standing were the servants, maids, and dancers in the banquet hall.

Their faces turned black as death.

The nobles all collapsed, bleeding.

“Ugh, save me.”

“Keuh-heok, priest, call a priest.”

They writhed in agony before their movements gradually ceased.

The surviving servants felt that their lives were over.

Other nobles would come to investigate the truth, and they would certainly value their lives less than insects.

They would want to know the truth, even if it meant tearing them limb from limb.

“I, I have to escape!”

The servants began to flee.

The maids and dancers did the same. The dancers didn’t even think about grabbing their clothes.

They had to get out of the city right now.

The only people left were Great Sage Baserabap, the three Guardian Mages, and the Super Senior’s knights.

The event had happened so suddenly that they were all disoriented.

“Get a hold of yourselves. Let’s start with recovery.”

Baserabap poured detoxification and healing magic on Count Office, who had collapsed before his eyes and was not moving.

But the heart that had already stopped did not beat again.

“It’s a highly potent poison with a time limit.”

Joint, who had some knowledge of poisons, said.

“A highly potent poison with a time limit?”

“Yes, someone poisoned all of them.”

“Who?”

Baserabap couldn’t understand. Someone who could poison the Count? Who could poison so many nobles, all of them?

More than anything… why die here, at this moment?

“I don’t know. But one thing is certain.”

“They were made to die in front of me?”

“Yes, the reason they were made to die in front of Baserabap… perhaps…”

Bang!

The door to the banquet hall shattered.

And dozens of fully armed knights entered. It seemed the banquet hall was surrounded by hundreds of soldiers outside.

Their eyes, glaring at Baserabap and the three Guardian Mages, were very fierce.

“We are arresting you on suspicion of murdering Count Office and the nobles!”

“Nonsense! We didn’t do it!”

Joint shouted.

“We will determine the right and wrong! Even if you are a Great Sage! Do you think you can get away with doing something like this!”

“I’m telling you we didn’t do it! Damn it, let’s go, Baserabap.”

“Move one step and we’ll shoot you as a criminal caught in the act.”

“What? Shoot us?”

“……”

“Go ahead. You bastards.”

Joint clenched his fist.

A powerful flame erupted from his fist. He was a Warlock. A mage, but he exerted tremendous power in close combat.

That was why he had earned the title of Fighting God.

However, the knights had no intention of backing down from Joint’s reputation.

They had lost their lord before their eyes.

Unless the opponent was the king, they had to capture them no matter what. They had to capture them first and then determine the right and wrong. They couldn’t give up, no matter who the opponent was.

“Everyone!”

The commander of the knights began to infuse mana into his sword. It seemed he had made up his mind.

“Risk your lives!”

The commander of the knights began to charge towards Baserabap and the three Guardian Mages.

“Waaaaaaa!”

The knights followed him.

“Damn it, what the hell is going on?”

“Protect Baserabap!”

“Block them!”

The knights of the Super Senior Knights, who had been drinking and enjoying themselves, quickly drew their swords and stood in front of the Office Count’s knights.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Two powerful military groups suddenly collided.

* * *

Legion was out on the coast.

The place he should have been was the three-story wooden house on Corner Street. To pass the coastal road, one had to go through this road no matter what.

He looked around.

It was a huge crowd. There were far more people than yesterday or the day before. The number of street vendors seemed to have doubled. People were even setting off fireworks, enjoying the atmosphere.

-What are you going to do now?

Should I just pretend to be crazy and run away?

-Do you want to face over a thousand enemies?

You made over 600 mercenaries kneel last time.

-Are those pathetic guys the same as these guys? I guarantee you they will never back down. The reward will be enormous. There is only one reason they receive such a huge reward.

What is it?

-They know they might die in this mission. Do you think they will be scared and back down? I predict that if they have to die anyway, they will die gloriously.

Ugh, why did things get so twisted?

-Since you got greedy for money.

It’s a natural desire.

-Thanks to you, this is the situation.

Stop criticizing me and come up with a plan. A plan.

-There are two ways.

What?

-First, kill Great Sage Baserabap and run away. Killing Baserabap will create a lot of confusion. Then you can escape out of the castle.

What about my slow feet?

-You have to run with a bleeding heart. If you get caught, it’s the death penalty. They take off your helmet and it’s not Don Quixote [a reference to a delusional knight]. It’s Baron Legion. Baron Legion killed Great Sage Baserabap. Why? Because of that damn money. Your ancestors only chased women, but Baron Legion brutally killed the hero of the nation for money. People throw stones. You die miserably from being hit by stones.

……

-Why are you silent?

Did you have to talk about it so realistically?

-I’m just talking about one of the worst situations. That’s how bad the situation is right now.

The first method is too dangerous. Killing the Great Sage is one thing, but running away is another. Frankly, you might not be able to kill the Great Sage.

-That’s right. He’s an 8-circle Archmage. A meteor falls on your head and the game is over.

Legion shook his head. Either way, it’s too dangerous.

What’s the second method?

-Saving Great Sage Baserabap.

Then? What changes?

-At least you won’t be stoned to death by people. If you’re lucky enough to escape…

If you succeed?

-You’ll be grabbing a great lifeline. One that can’t even be compared to a quack [an unqualified or fake doctor].

I might even get Mandragora [a plant with magical properties]?

-Of course.

Inside the helmet, Legion grinned.

If things go well, I might be able to achieve a win-win situation.

Anyway, thanks to Law School, I know the plan inside and out. I also know the location of the snipers lurking here.

It wouldn’t be too difficult to twist things up.

Of course, there are still 50 first-class assassins and 1,000 mercenaries hiding behind them.

There is a possibility that even more skilled people are hiding.

I don’t believe Law School told me everything.

Still-

Legion looked at the clock tower, which was located high on the coast.

If I take care of the snipers, it will be much easier to save Baserabap.

“Hoo. What glory am I enjoying? I’m buying this kind of hardship for my subordinates.”

Clang, clang.

Legion slowly moved towards the clock tower.

* * *

Sniper Pil-pae.

He was physically weaker than other assassins. He also had less talent for using throwing stars or shurikens [small, bladed weapons] than his colleagues.

However, none of his colleagues ignored him.

Pil-pae had tremendous concentration that other assassins did not possess.

He could hit a coin-sized target 400 meters away with a crossbow. With the crossbow he had independently developed recently, he could hit it even 500 meters away.

He also had the patience to stay still for days once he took his position.

Once he decided to snipe someone, no matter who the target was, they could never avoid him.

Even if it was the king, he was confident he could snipe him.

Pil-pae had taken his position in the clock tower three days ago.

He only prepared three rice balls and a bottle of water to minimize movement.

He eats a small amount of food once a day.

Because he eats so little and doesn’t move, the amount of muscle mass decreased rapidly in just three days.

But it didn’t matter.

All he needed was the finger that fired the crossbow.

Because he couldn’t consume food and water, his nerves became sharp.

By the second day, his attachment to food had disappeared. Only thoughts of water were in his head.

The senses become as sharp as if cut by a knife.

He could even hear the sound of water droplets falling hundreds of meters away. When he reached the limit, he drank a sip of water.

It was the taste of heaven.

Pil-pae liked this feeling.

This feeling, as if standing on a knife, elevated him more than any pleasure.

The prey will appear soon.

His first mission was not to snipe Great Sage Baserabap. First, he had to neutralize the three Guardian Mages, and if there was time left, snipe Baserabap.

It seems the superiors don’t trust me.

I’m confident I can catch Baserabap as well.

The one who sniped Great Sage Baserabap is me. Maybe I’ll be on the list of legendary assassins.

Pil-pae smiled, twisting his lips.

But…

“Who is that?”

A man in giant armor appeared in Pil-pae’s eyes.

He knew who he was. The Death Butcher, Don Quixote. He was the key figure in this sniping.

He was obviously a human butcher.

Pil-pae didn’t even want to talk to someone like that. They were a different race from him.

But he was coming to the clock tower.

What is it?

Pil-pae stared at Don Quixote.

Don Quixote raised his head and looked at Pil-pae.

Hm-jit!

Ssibal [a Korean curse word, equivalent to “shit”], look at that bastard’s eyes. They’re so fierce.

Pil-pae trembled after seeing Don Quixote’s eyes.

Don Quixote drew his iron sword.

It’s almost time for Baserabap to appear, what the hell is he doing? Isn’t there anyone nearby? Take that bastard away!

As time went on, no one could stop Legion.

Everyone was watching Legion with bated breath. Law School was the same. What the hell is that bastard doing?

No one knows Legion’s intentions.

Legion swung his iron sword strongly.

Kukukukukung!

The iron sword swept through the lower part of the clock tower.

The clock tower shook. Soon, it staggered, and the clock tower began to collapse all at once.