Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 236

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 237

Finding Paradise 2

“Ah, looks delicious.”

Nubeo-Nubeo licked Mae Majeo’s cheek with his long tongue.

Slurp, slurp.

Nubeo-Nubeo’s saliva drenched Mae Majeo’s head, streaming down like a shower. But Mae Majeo couldn’t even scream.

Nubeo-Nubeo’s mouth swallowed Mae Majeo’s upper body in one gulp.

“Aaaaargh!”

Only then did Mae Majeo scream.

Nubeo-Nubeo didn’t immediately swallow Mae Majeo down his throat.

He just tasted him.

Hadn’t it been rumored among the Wyvern tribe for a long time that human meat was so delicious? Unfortunately, Nubeo-Nubeo had never eaten human meat before.

It’s a really good opportunity, but… can I eat him?

Nubeo-Nubeo looked at Legion and asked with his eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t do it. His eyes are rolling back.”

Only then did Nubeo-Nubeo spit out Mae Majeo. Mae Majeo was already half out of his mind.

“Huh?”

Only then did Legion recognize who Mae Majeo was.

“You’re that bastard.”

Legion never forgets anyone who has harmed him. He remembered Mae Majeo and the thirty men, not missing a single one.

“Why are you guys here?”

Legion asked in the voice of Sergeant Kim, who had returned from hell. [A reference to a stern and unforgiving military figure.]

The thirty slaves trembled at Legion’s voice, which sounded like scraping iron.

They couldn’t even look at Legion properly.

A knight of hell who raises Wyverns. One swing of his sword and they would lose their lives. No, their souls might even be annihilated.

It’s on a different level from the Mithril mine slave life.

“Hmm, it looks like you’re running away now?”

Legion guessed.

Only then did Mae Majeo’s mind snap back. He shook his hands emphatically.

“No, it’s not like that.”

“Then?”

“We are slaves. Slaves of the Orcs and Baron Legion.”

Mae Majeo claimed to be a slave, meaning they were under the protection of human nobles and Orcs. If he didn’t say that, he felt like he would be dragged away by that knight of hell.

“Are slaves allowed to wander around like this in the dead of night?”

“We went for a walk and got lost. Really. Please, let us go back.”

Mae Majeo knelt down.

And started crying like a child.

The other slaves did the same, kneeling down and crying, following Mae Majeo’s lead.

They sincerely regretted it.

We will never run away again.

“No way.”

Human’s delicate hands are needed to prepare for the Wyvern show and other things. Would there be anyone who wants to work with Wyverns? It would be difficult to find people, and even if I did, the labor costs would be considerable.

I’m so lucky after all.

Legion decided, praising himself inwardly. Alright! Then let’s use these slaves.

Anyone can do the mine work.

“No way…?”

Mae Majeo and the slaves looked at Legion with the most pitiful and desperate eyes in their lives. Please, just this once. We will never run away again.

“You guys will be changing your positions from now on.”

“Wh, what does that mean…?”

“From today, you will be living with the Wyverns. Hahaha! Work hard!”

Legion couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of saving labor costs. Oops, I laughed too obnoxiously.

The slaves felt like they were going to faint at Legion’s laughter.

So that’s the voice of hell.

They realized that they had jumped out of a wolf’s den and into a Wyvern’s den, which was ten times scarier, and regretted it too late.

But it was too late to regret.

They were crossing a river from which they could never return, by the Wyverns who were licking their lips. [A metaphor for a point of no return.]

* * *

“Ummm.”

Vassarabab was dreaming.

Something huge appeared in the sky, so huge that it took up the entire end of the sky. It was so dark that even Vassarabab felt fear.

Looking closely, the darkness was a pig.

A pig big enough to fill the world? It was so absurd that he chuckled.

That’s when it happened. Something else appeared beyond the sky.

Since a pig appeared, he thought maybe it would be a cow this time. But what appeared this time was not a cow, but a dragon.

A black dragon.

The black dragon and the pig glared at each other and then clashed.

Cataclysm!

The sky collapsed and the earth turned upside down. Volcanoes erupted and tsunamis occurred.

Vassarabab trembled with fear.

The world was being destroyed by the fight between the black dragon and the pig.

Even if one of them survived, it felt like the world would be heading towards destruction.

Rumble! Crash!

More than tens of thousands of thunderbolts struck the ground simultaneously. All living things disappeared completely. Burning and collapsing.

Ah! God!

Vassarabab clasped his hands together and shed tears, even though he knew it was a dream.

“Vassarabab, Vassarabab.”

Overlock’s voice was heard from a distant place.

“Vassarabab, Vassarabab.”

It was heard again, much closer this time.

Only then did Vassarabab slowly open his eyes. A tear trickled down his wrinkled skin.

“Did you receive a divine message?”

Overlock asked Vassarabab, who had woken up.

That’s because Vassarabab’s entire body was enveloped in divine power. A magician with divine power? It happens occasionally, but it’s not common.

Overlock thought that it might be possible because Vassarabab was a great magician of the 8th Circle.

Of course, Overlock didn’t know that Vassarabab’s divine power was due to Legion’s decision.

“A divine message?”

Vassarabab asked back, raising his upper body.

“Yes. Somehow, it felt like you were receiving a divine message with reverence.”

“With reverence?”

“Yes.”

Vassarabab tilted his head. He watched the black dragon and the pig fighting. It was an absurd yet terrifying sight. That’s a divine message?

He shook his head as if to say no.

That’s not a divine message.

“It’s just a dog dream [meaningless dream].”

“A dog dream?”

“That’s right. I keep having dog dreams because I’m getting old.”

“Ah, is that so.”

“But what’s the matter? At this late hour.”

“The one that Vassarabab has been waiting for so long has arrived.”

“The one? Ah! Baron Legion?”

“Yes, he has arrived.”

“Hahaha! He’s finally here!”

Vassarabab laughed heartily and rose to his feet. It’s been more than two months since the promised time! But he’s finally here! I feel really good.

He is the hero of the continent!

How busy must he be to save the world?

I’m just grateful that he didn’t forget an old man like me and came to find me.

“Let’s go.”

Vassarabab, who had risen from his seat, took the lead and strode forward. Overlock followed behind him with hurried steps.

-There! There!

Miguel, an angel who came down to the middle world by the order of Jushin, shouted towards Vassarabab. But Vassarabab couldn’t hear his words.

-No! Why is everyone like this!

According to Jushin, the middle world was the eye of the storm. A huge tornado was filling the surroundings. Soon the middle world will be swept away by the storm.

To warn them of that, he showed a warning dream to the great men of the middle world.

But!

Despite being a divine message, no one believes it.

Why!

There is no more certain divine message than a pig and a black dragon fighting! Even the saintess of the Holy Kingdom treated it as a dog dream.

Miguel was going crazy.

A divine message that no one believes!

Miguel, who had not received Jushin’s permission, could not exert his power in the middle world. Miguel stamped his feet.

All he could do was continue to replay the black pig in the dreams of the great men.

Strangely, the more he did that-

The great men believed the dream even less.

* * *

The Magic Tower is a small kingdom.

It was a divine structure of more than 100 floors, stretching endlessly towards the sky.

Half of the kingdom’s magicians belong to the Magic Tower.

The Magic Tower built its own power, but the kingdom dared not covet that power. If they did, they would face major political and magical problems.

Furthermore, the Magic Tower is a place that has friendships with most of the nobles.

As a result, many people visited the Magic Tower, and for that reason, a village was created.

The village, which was first created with small inns and restaurants, developed into a city over time, and now more than 20,000 people have gathered and are living around the Magic Tower.

They had just witnessed an unbelievable sight.

“Wh, what is that?”

“I, isn’t that a Wyvern?”

“Hey, man. How could a Wyvern come all the way here?”

“It is. Is there any other bird that big besides a Wyvern?”

“Huh? I just saw it.”

“What?”

“Someone is riding on that big bird.”

“Really?”

“I’m serious.”

“Oh my, I hope nothing happens.”

The people watched the departing Wyvern squadron with eyes full of fear.

More than a hundred magicians were stationed around the Magic Tower.

Their expressions were very stiff. Since the Magic Tower was built, they had never brought monsters here even once.

But now ten Wyverns were flapping their huge wings in front of their eyes.

The magicians and the Wyverns made eye contact.

Neither side backed down in the battle of wills.

‘Why… why the hell did these monsters come all the way here?’

Wyverns are very difficult monsters for magicians to deal with, possessing strong power and agile movements. If these guys start attacking the Magic Tower, they will suffer quite a bit of damage.

At that moment, Vassarabab and Overlock appeared from inside the Magic Tower.

“Have you come.”

“Have you come.”

The magicians paid their respects to Vassarabab.

Vassarabab, who didn’t care whether they paid their respects or not, smiled brightly as he looked at Legion riding on the huge Wyvern.

It was the look of someone looking at his grandson.

Isn’t that a Wyvern? In the meantime, he even made the Wyvern kneel. Oh my, how admirable.

“Baron Legion!”

At Vassarabab’s affectionate voice-

Flap, flap!

The ten Wyverns circled once in the sky and then slowly descended.

When the Wyverns landed in front of the magicians, their formidable pressure became even stronger.

Even though they knew they were not enemies, the magicians sweated coldly down their spines. They unconsciously chanted spells under their breath.

Nubeo-Nubeo and Bibeo-Bibeo put down Legion and Draisier.

Clang, clang.

Legion quickly walked towards Vassarabab.

He walked quickly, but Draisier followed behind with his hands behind his back, yawning.

“Vassarabab.”

Legion smiled brightly inside his helmet.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen Vassarabab. Strangely, seeing him makes me feel good. It’s all because I have a lot to receive.

It would be nice if he gave me some jewels too…

The two shook hands.

“Still can’t take off your armor?”

“Yes, I have some time left.”

“I want to see you without your armor soon.”

“Yes? Ah, yes.”

Legion answered awkwardly. Even if the day comes when the plastic surgery magic is over, a situation has occurred where he will have to continue wearing armor. I will never take off my armor unless this damn skin color changes!

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Well… come on. Let’s go inside and talk.”

Legion decided to ask honestly.

‘Do you know a spell to fix skin color?’

There are three 8th Circle great magicians in the kingdom, but Vassarabab is the only one who has stood on an official platform.

The other two are not even known to be alive or not.

In other words, realistically, Vassarabab is the only person in the kingdom with the highest level of magical knowledge.

What if he doesn’t know a spell to change skin color?

The future becomes bleak.

Even Sanka, who can be said to be a master of plastic surgery magic, probably doesn’t know the skin color transformation magic. Now Legion’s only hope was Vassarabab.

“Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.”

“Then let’s talk while eating. Count Legion.”

Legion, who was walking next to Vassarabab, stopped.

“Ah, what did you just say?”

“What do you mean?”

“I think I misheard you just now.”

“No. You heard it right. Count Legion.”

“Co, Count?”

“That’s right. Count Leg! Ion!”

Vassarabab smiled brightly as he looked at Legion.