Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 249

Lucky Day 2

What a freaking day…….

I’m too sore to move. Legion felt his limbs stiffen as he lay on the floor.

It was completely unexpected.

That’s why even Legion couldn’t avoid this.

“A, are you okay?”

Startled, Natalie approached and tried to support Legion. But she couldn’t. She simply didn’t have the strength to lift him.

“D, do you know any healing magic?”

Legion asked with a groan.

Tears welled up in his eyes from the pain. His lower body was stiff, and he really couldn’t move.

“I do.”

“My back, my back. Hurry.”

“Does your back hurt?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Okay.”

Natalie cast a healing spell.

But-

Her healing magic was blocked by the ironclad armor and scattered.

“I’m sorry. My healing magic can’t penetrate your ironclad armor.”

Argh!

What a goddamn mess.

The legendary ironclad armor passed down in the Dark Elf village was specialized for full-body sculpting magic. Its immense weight firmly held the flesh that had become like slime.

Also, its defensive power was so outstanding that it even deflected magic.

It was great in combat…….

But in situations like this, it wasn’t so good.

He couldn’t take off the ironclad armor either.

Oh, my back! Someone, help!

Even a hot towel compress was impossible.

All Legion could do was scream in pain.

It would have been nice to have some medicine, but there was no pharmacist here.

It was a very dirty situation.

Dreyja couldn’t help but laugh as he watched his master, stuck to the floor like a leech, shouting, ‘Oh, my back.’

How painful it must be to hurt his back.

But apart from that, how could he be so unlucky?

He even bit his tongue to suppress his laughter.

Inevitably, Dreyja turned his head towards the shuttle. His expression subtly changed as he tried to hold back his laughter.

The shuttle turned pale upon seeing his expression.

This is bad.

He’s trying to kill me.

What did I do wrong?

“I deserve to die. It was never my intention.”

“As far as I know, ghost horses are said to have tremendous strength and stamina. Is that correct?”

“Y, yes.”

Ghost horses were undead horses without life.

Because they had no life, their stamina was nearly infinite. They never got tired. Of course, that didn’t mean they could run indefinitely. If they used their magic power to the limit, the ghost horses would disappear.

But that ‘limit’ was on a different level from ordinary horses. They could run for at least five days without rest or food.

Maintaining top speed.

If a knight order made of ghost horses could be created, their combat power would be greatly increased. Of course, no one had ever created a knight order of ghost horses.

It wasn’t just their stamina that was good.

Their strength was also considerable, able to pull a carriage that normally required two horses.

And that ghost horse’s back was wrecked.

The ghost horse that Legion rode was also panting with its tongue hanging out.

Its eyes seemed to say, You bastard, you’re so heavy.

“Is there a village nearby?”

Dreyja asked the shuttle.

“There is a village. There is a village and a temple, but… I can’t guarantee there’s anyone skilled enough to heal him.”

“Hmm.”

Dreyja stroked his long beard.

The chances of finding a high-level priest in a rural village who could penetrate the ironclad armor’s barrier and administer healing were slim.

Then there was only one option.

He had to hurry to the capital and meet Baserabab.

He would be able to heal Legion. And even if he was absent, there were the three guardian mages.

Inevitably, Dreyja had to lead them in place of his injured master.

“Prepare a cart where the master can lie down.”

Dreyja ordered the shuttle.

What kind of nonsense was this? The shuttle pointed at himself, dumbfounded by the absurd order.

“Me?”

“Should I do it, then?”

Dreyja retorted.

“A, no. I, I should do it.”

“The master’s back is important. He’s still a bachelor who hasn’t married. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend. I don’t think he’s even kissed a woman. He’s an original bachelor with only primal instincts left. He’s at an age where his sexual curiosity is rampant, so he watches porn alone every day. So, his back must be healed.”

“……”

Legion, who had been groaning, was speechless.

What the hell was that crazy bastard saying? He was revealing all his master’s secrets to Natalie and the shuttle, whom he had just met.

He was so angry that he tried to unleash his Aura Blade [a weapon made of pure magical energy] and blow the guy’s face off. But as soon as he grabbed the iron sword and put a little force into it, unbearable pain spread throughout his body.

“Ugh!”

“See? Our master must carry on the family line. The back is important. Hurry.”

“A, I understand.”

Legion’s plan to enter the capital 멋있게 [meot-issge, stylishly] riding a ghost horse was shattered.

He was now in a position where he had to be dragged along like luggage on a cart as a patient. The back pain worsened every time the cart shook.

Legion had no choice but to hold back his tears and be transported to the capital like baggage.

* * *

It’s been a week since he started traveling on the cart.

In fact, the cart was moving much faster than Legion could walk. If they maintained this speed, they would reach the capital within a week.

Everyone else was fine.

If there was a problem, it was only the shuttle’s 마음 [ma-eum, heart/mind].

He smiled innocently, but inside, he was sharpening his knife.

Why the hell do I have to be that bastard’s lackey?

He wanted to grab someone walking by and ask.

Those guys suddenly came to his dungeon and turned it upside down. The Durahan [undead knights] he had spent his life creating had completely evaporated without a trace.

Durahans weren’t something you could simply make with time. You had to find a fresh knight’s corpse. It had to be large, and most importantly, the blood vessels had to be intact.

Only then could you inject dark blood to revive it, and then inject dark magic power to regenerate the dantian [energy center]. On top of that, you had to boil herbs and put them in the heart to strengthen the body.

In short, it was a money pit.

It took three years to make one Durahan.

He had done all kinds of high-paying part-time jobs to make them.

All with the determination to get revenge!

All three of those Durahans disappeared. How could he not hate them?

Even though he pretended to smile, he was dying of hatred.

Moreover, they forcibly dragged him along and made him a lackey to the ironclad man.

What the hell!

Why do I have to do this!

So, he was making poison. He wouldn’t be able to kill the sturdy Dreyja. Then he would get beaten up again. He didn’t want to endure that result.

But he could definitely send the ironclad man, who was lying down with a back injury, to the afterlife.

He was sure of it.

He would take care of the corpse before arriving in the capital.

“Hey, Shuttle.”

Legion called out to the shuttle in a dying voice.

“Yes, Legion-nim [a Korean honorific suffix].”

Contrary to his 마음 [ma-eum, heart/mind], the shuttle approached Legion with a bright and cheerful voice.

“Um, that.”

Legion seemed embarrassed. He couldn’t open his mouth.

“Ah, do you need to urinate?”

Legion couldn’t move. So, the shuttle had to open his fly and take it out for him.

When he opened it-

The shuttle fainted.

He smelled the stench of about 10,000 rotten squid that had turned into jeotgal [fermented seafood] for the first time.

That was the smell of hell.

He couldn’t find a similar smell anywhere. Was this person even human? How could a human body have such a stench?

Ah!

Only then did the shuttle realize. That was why this guy wore armor. To hide the smell.

But when he opened the lower exit, a tremendous smell spread everywhere.

The insects nearby were also witnessed fainting en masse.

“No.”

Legion shook his head slightly. Seeming a little embarrassed.

N, no way?

“Is it big?”

Legion nodded his head slightly again.

The shuttle’s mind went blank.

Why me?

I even have to receive your poop?

What did I do so wrong!

* * *

Mizsett crossed her arms and watched her colleagues in the boiling water infused with numerous herbs.

Three minutes.

The moment the mandrake’s medicinal effects reached their peak in three minutes, she had to pull them out.

Then the poison they had would disappear, and they would return to their original healthy bodies.

She watched her thawing colleagues with a nervous look.

She visited her frozen colleagues once a day.

You will surely come back to life. So, don’t be pessimistic.

The boss granted her small wish.

Finally!

Her colleagues were coming back.

Bacon looked at Mizsett, who was nervous. He looked a little puzzled. He remembered when he first saw Mizsett.

A typical city woman.

A little different from the country women in the territory.

She was haughty and had a high nose. She was also rude. Of course, her rudeness was completely fixed thanks to the master.

Her appearance was also outstanding.

There were quite a few men who were fascinated by her appearance and peeked into the lab where Mizsett worked.

But now those men were all gone.

Because she had gained weight.

Mizsett started gaining weight after she was kidnapped by the archbishop or whatever.

Mizsett, who was clearly slim, appeared as a 통통한 [tong-tong-han, chubby] raccoon.

Well, it was bearable until then.

He just thought she had gained weight from stress.

But… spring came, and summer came, and it seemed like her appetite was growing.

“As expected, Dekarsen-nim’s cooking skills are the best on the continent! I don’t know what Stone Head Church is. I’ve never seen anyone with cooking skills as great as Dekarsen-nim’s there.”

She ate four meals a day while saying that.

At first, it was four meals. Now it’s six meals. She doesn’t even refuse late-night snacks. At the same time, she habitually says that she needs to go on a diet.

The biggest problem was the master.

Everyone who knew him knew that the master’s standards were very strange.

To be honest, it was serious.

When the master was in the territory, Silke and Hazelre thoroughly blocked ugly women from the master’s side. They said they were afraid that he would ask them to marry him, so they couldn’t sleep at night.

Fortunately, all the ugly women (orcs) were married.

But strangely, he wasn’t interested in Jonas, who was recognized as the most beautiful woman among the orcs.

“Take care of yourself. Tsk tsk tsk….”

Jonas once got angry and smacked Legion on the back of the head.

Could it be……?

Was Mizsett aiming for the master’s mistress position? Come to think of it, the master said that Mizsett had become prettier last time.

Was she really aiming for that?

Bacon didn’t like Mizsett when he had that question.

“Are you here? Bacon-ssi [a Korean honorific suffix].”

Mizsett smiled brightly as she looked at Bacon.

“Yeah, I’m here. Pig.”

Ah!