Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 280

Magic is Learned in Vain – 281

# 281

Don Quixote de la Mancha Carrying Misfortune 2

Clang, clang.

A man clad in black armor appeared in a remote village far from the capital, Poman.

The man in black armor was very famous.

Throughout the kingdom, only a spy wouldn’t know him. Even in foreign countries, people would have heard his name at least once.

Don Quixote de la Mancha.

A giant of a man, reaching 2 meters.

An invincible warrior wielding a steel sword weighing over 100 kilograms while wearing black armor.

No one knows his face except for Jack Nicher.

He was once a figure who plunged the entire nation into fear. But originally, he was kind.

It was just that his appearance made him look like a serial killer.

He saved the capital, Poman, which was about to be devastated by the Bone Dragon.

No one knows how the Bone Dragon appeared inside the capital, Poman. The Bone Dragon Truth Investigation Team is still investigating.

In fact, it was incomprehensible that the Bone Dragon appeared, penetrating the magic division of the Capital Defense Forces and several layers of barriers.

If so, it was the same as saying that someone hid the Bone Dragon and brought it inside the capital.

Who was the daring opponent who did such a thing?

Was it the work of another kingdom?

Or was it something done by the Royalists or the Public Royalists to seize power?

No truth has been revealed yet.

However, the opinion that those who spread the Bone Dragon were from another kingdom raised alarm among the Royalist and Public Royalist factions, who were about to start a civil war.

Someone is targeting the kingdom?

By clearly recognizing that fact, the Royalist and Public Royalist factions temporarily agreed to a truce.

From Duke Trebia’s point of view, Don Quixote de la Mancha appeared and ruined the almost finished banquet [political maneuvering].

Don Quixote de la Mancha is a hero to the citizens.

He was the most popular figure.

Wooden dolls modeled after the armored warrior Don Quixote de la Mancha were being sold like crazy. Wooden doll sales are a measure of popularity.

But then he disappeared.

And reappeared in this remote village.

Perhaps because it was such a remote rural area, the pub owner did not recognize who Don Quixote de la Mancha was.

“What…”

The pub owner closed his mouth.

The pub owner was frightened by the terrifying murderous aura that automatically emanated from Don Quixote de la Mancha’s armor. The same was true for some of the thugs who had been drunk since daytime.

After glancing at Don Quixote de la Mancha, they shuddered and lowered their heads, focusing on their drinks.

“Tsk, looks like today is my lucky day. Only butcher-like guys keep coming in.”

Ignoring their words, Don Quixote de la Mancha stood in front of someone.

He also had a body as huge as the armor Don Quixote de la Mancha was wearing.

It was Jason, the ax murderer who only killed on Friday the 13th.

Originally, Jason and Don Quixote de la Mancha were friends who met in a juvenile detention center when they were young. Psychopaths recognize psychopaths, and they immediately recognized each other’s murderous instincts.

God gave them what they shouldn’t have given.

The worst personality and-

The strongest body.

They are among the kingdom’s Seven Great Warriors, but no one respects them.

“Jason.”

Don Quixote de la Mancha sat next to Jason. Jack Nicher sat at a table a little further away and ordered a drink.

“Don Quixote de la Mancha?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“A giant over 2 meters tall. How did you get so big?”

“It’s a long story.”

Don Quixote de la Mancha sighed deeply.

He was forced into forced plastic surgery magic because of the armor, and it was set that he couldn’t take it off for 6 months. If he forcibly took off the armor, he would become a human slime.

The two stared at each other.

“I got screwed so badly.”

“Screwed? By who?”

Jason asked.

“By Marquis Porse.”

“Marquis Porse? One of the kingdom’s Seven Great Warriors?”

“That’s right.”

“Aren’t you the same Seven Great Warriors?”

“I got ganged up on. Tsk, I would have died a long time ago if it weren’t for the mighty defense of this armor.”

“Oh, really? He must be more amazing than I thought.”

“I can’t live because I’m so upset. Do you know why that bastard screwed me over?”

“Why?”

“He said I attacked his house.”

“Didn’t you attack?”

“I didn’t.”

“Then tell him to show the evidence.”

“He showed it.”

“Really?”

Don Quixote de la Mancha looked at the CCTV magic stone [magical recording device] that Marquis Porse had presented.

Inside, it was clear… that he and Jack Nicher were causing a riot, although they were wearing masks. Or was it a little different? The quality was not clear, so I couldn’t be sure.

To be clear, they are similar to us, but not. But Marquis Porse didn’t believe them.

He tried to kill them unconditionally.

If the Great Sage Baserababap hadn’t passed by, he and Jack Nicher might have died.

“Let me ask you a favor as a friend.”

“To punish Marquis Porse?”

“I’ll do it with you.”

“I’m sorry, but…”

Jason shook his head. He stopped killing a long time ago.

The reason was nothing special.

He was searching the Forest of Death to find an ancient dungeon.

Continuous camping and relentless monster attacks.

Even Jason, the ax murderer, was getting tired. It is inevitable that it will be too much to find an ancient dungeon alone that even parties fail to find.

One day-

He was sleeping in a cave.

It was a night when the clouds were thick and the moonlight was not visible. He was very thirsty while sleeping. He reached out and looked for his bag. It was too dark to see where the bag was. Something caught his hand. Water touched his fingertips.

A gourd was there.

Jason drank the water coolly and fell asleep again.

When he woke up, he retched, knowing that the water he had drunk was water in a skull.

At that moment!

“The water in the skull is the same last night and today, but why was it sweet water yesterday and causes retching today? What is the difference between the two? That’s right! What has changed between yesterday and today is only my heart. The truth should never be sought outside, but within myself.”

He realized that.

Since then, he stopped killing.

It was the behind-the-scenes story of why the ax murderer disappeared at some point.

“…….”

Don Quixote de la Mancha was speechless.

He had a look on his face that said, ‘What is this crazy bastard talking about?’

“So, you’re saying you’re trying to achieve enlightenment and not harm people?”

“That’s right.”

“Jason is?”

“I’m thinking of changing my name.”

“Don’t do that, just help me once. What’s the point of having a friend?”

“Let’s just get out of here.”

“Get out?”

“Yeah, let’s abandon the murderous intent in our hearts and go with me to a place where no one is.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Water is water. The mountain is a mountain [Zen saying about accepting things as they are].”

Ax murderer Jason must be crazy.

It was then.

Neighborhood kids rushed into the pub.

“Wow! There he is. Hero Don Quixote de la Mancha!”

“Wow! He really looks dirty as rumored! But he looks so cool!”

“Oh! Saint Jason of Friday the 13th is also here!”

“Wow! So cool. Let’s get an autograph!”

The children rushed to Don Quixote de la Mancha, asking for autographs. Their invisible faces were seriously hardened [a sign of their excitement].

Even the neighborhood kids recognize them.

It seems that if they stay here any longer, their lives will be in danger as they will be caught by Marquis Porse’s pursuers.

Okay, damn it.

Let’s get out of here.

Let’s go.

Let’s not show up anymore.

* * *

The full moon was shining over Legion’s head.

He was slightly annoyed because of the note in his hand. The sender of the note was Lich Mamon.

A summoned beast to its master-

-I have something to say. I’ll be waiting outside.

He left a note so rudely.

Legion arrived at the place where Lich Mamon was.

“Well, well.”

Lich Mamon was holding his hands behind his back, fluttering his long hair in the wind, looking at the scenery.

What should I say?

It seemed like a scene deliberately staged to show the dignity of a master.

Other people might have said ‘Oooooh!’, but not Legion.

He is the master and Lich Mamon is the summoned beast. No summoned beast leaves a threatening message to its master, saying, ‘Come out for a bit.’

Unless they’re crazy.

Well, sometimes Lich Mamon seems crazy.

“I’m here.”

Legion said, forcibly swallowing the anger that was like a boiling pot.

If that bastard says anything nonsense, I’ll start with PT number 8 [punishment training], he thought.

Lich Mamon slowly turns around.

Fluttering!

The hood fluttering in the wind… felt like a real master. Well, he can use magic up to the 7th circle, so he is a master.

“My lord.”

Lich Mamon knelt on one knee.

“My lord?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Ah, well, whether you call me lord or master. Okay, why did you call me out here?”

“It is not because of anything else, but because this humble one wants to ask my lord for a favor.”

What is this bastard trying to ask for? Why is he coming out so grandly? If he mentions money, I’ll…!

“What is it?”

“My lord, you have broken the Wall of 7 Stars [a magical barrier], haven’t you?”

“Um, well.”

“Congratulations.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Drazer also broke the Wall of 7 Stars, didn’t he?”

“Well, that’s what I heard.”

“I couldn’t break it.”

“Well, that can happen. So, are you frustrated?”

“No. Am I in a position to be frustrated? My lord reaching the 8-star level, the 8th circle, is something to celebrate. But! As my lord’s number one subordinate, I cannot be weaker than Drazer.”

Since when did you become the number one subordinate?

“Um, well, so?”

“If you allow it!”

“If I allow it?”

“Would you like to join me in searching for the dungeons of the Great Mages?”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“I have narrowed it down to three people. Prince Gohijamdeusoseu of the Blue Dragon, Monster Who Can’t Eat Even If He Wants To, the Reincarnator of Black Flames, and Immortal Divine Dragon – eliminated. I know the location of their buried dungeons.”

“No.”

“Yes?”

“I said no. Go if you want to go.”

Legion shook his head. He was sick of dungeons. He gained a lot from the dungeon, but the hardship was indescribable.

Moreover, what is important now is not that.

It is important to restore skin color. The Estroder brown bottle for whitening that I bought for a large sum of money… damn it! They were all broken. The shuttle must have randomly put Bone Dragon’s bones into the subspace and collided with the Estroder brown bottle that was there.

Tears well up in my eyes.

How much is that worth in money!

So, Legion had to decide on one of two things.

Go to the Magic Tower and ask Mibaek again (Mibaek made a fortune and left the Magic Tower. He is fooling around in the port city of Siem with young women) or go to the Dark Elf village and check with Senka to see if he can fix the skin color.

He had no desire to dig up other people’s graves right now.

“Please, please go with me.”

“I said no. You go.”

“I am a summoned beast. I can’t be without my lord by my side.”

“That’s enough, do it yourself! Survive! Explore the dungeon and come back! I don’t know.”

Legion waved his hand and went back down to the mansion.

“Looord!”

Lich Mamon called out several times, but Legion did not answer. He shouted while shedding tears, but it was the same.

However-

Lich Mamon, who had been kneeling, got up from his seat and smiled, twisting his lips.

The malice was more intense than ever.

A fierce murderous aura spread from his whole body, causing the cries of insects to stop.

“This is all according to plan.”