Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 305

The Magic I Learned Was Useless – 306

# 306

Real Bad Guy 2

The touts were dumbfounded.

There were two organizations in this town vying for commercial supremacy.

It was a matter of principle, a clear declaration: “We do not tolerate organizations or guilds, especially those resorting to violence, within our territory.”

But where there’s money, flies are bound to gather.

In the outermost villages of the territory, such organizations and guilds were secretly operating. The scale of Legion’s territory had grown so large that it was difficult to keep track of them all.

Bacon was no different; he was a guest here.

There were guards dedicated to this area. He was merely here for leisure and had never exercised authority beyond that of a guest.

The touts and the thugs in between, unaware of this fact, were mistaken.

“Damn it! You guys are with the Axe Clan, aren’t you!”

Bacon frowned.

He had clearly and politely introduced Legion as ‘Lord’ just now. Were these guys goldfish? Did they forget everything after three seconds?

“Is it this difficult to meet the boss here?”

Legion spoke in a low, cold voice.

The devoted servants felt every hair on their bodies stand on end.

If they didn’t resolve this quickly……

The very existence of this village might disappear.

Moreover, the devoted servants would undergo special training.

If the instructors were Drazzer and Lich Mamon, and the special assistant was Sepia, their lives would be over.

“No, sir. I will have him brought here immediately.”

Bacon bowed deeply. Then, he turned and said.

“Bring him in three minutes.”

The devoted servants darted off without a word.

The fight was no different from a battle between a super expert and a five-year-old.

In fact, Jo Nane alone could have resolved it in an instant, but all the devoted servants stepped up.

The violent organization that had sprung up in the village was dismantled that day.

For daring to extort money from good people and disrupt the peace with violence in the territory, they were all dragged to the mansion and became toys for the ogres, without exception.

And as a reward for their ‘reformation,’ they occupied a corner of the bridegroom waiting room.

* * *

Following Bacon’s guidance, Legion entered the building.

He was led to the most secluded and luxurious room, decorated entirely with marble, gold, and ornate sculptures.

“Better decorated than my room.”

Legion snorted and kicked the statue next to him.

The well-made statue was crushed to the point of being unusable, even as a pot.

“So, these bastards are the bugs who don’t even follow the few rules I set, is that it?”

The devoted servants realized how complacent they had become.

As the territory developed and their status rose, their confidence soared, and they had become arrogant without realizing it.

That’s why this incident happened again.

Seven dead, four seriously injured.

The devoted servants clearly felt that they needed to return to their original mindset, even without Legion saying anything.

“The boss is here.”

Lotto said as he opened the door to the room.

“Come in.”

Legion nodded.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit entered the room.

He had a neat and gentlemanly appearance, but it was clear that he had lived a rough life. Sharp eyes and tightly closed lips. Although he was not very tall, his presence was considerable, and above all, his fists looked as hard as stones.

“I heard you were looking for me.”

He bowed slightly.

“Yes, I was.”

His eyes looked up and observed Legion, scrutinizing him. Considering that all his men had been defeated, his expression was calm.

“But you’re quite stiff.”

“…….”

He did not flinch even at Legion’s murderous aura.

“Sit down.”

Legion pointed to the sofa with his chin. Bacon vacated the seat, and the club owner sat there.

“Relax. Relax.”

Bacon massaged the boss’s shoulders.

A man he was meeting for the first time.

He had heard about the situation a little while ago. The lord had come? A lord he had never seen before. If he suddenly came looking……

Was it to collect taxes?

And he had heard that these men were regulars. If they were regulars…… what was this situation?

His gaze turned fierce as he glared at Bacon.

“What’s going on?”

They were just going to collect taxes anyway, and if he gave them a little extra, they would leave on their own.

And he would take care of them a little more in the future.

Bacon chuckled and massaged his shoulders even harder.

“Relax your eyes. You’re going to kill someone.”

“Kuh-huh.”

The boss bit down on his molars and groaned.

It felt like electricity was running through his entire body. It wasn’t just the immense strength, but an unknown force was flowing into him from his hands.

“I don’t understand. Didn’t my subordinates tell you? Who is this person who came here?”

He swallowed hard.

“Why, why are you doing this.”

“Why am I doing this? Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“I, I don’t know.”

“That’s enough. Let him go.”

Legion raised his hand. Then, Bacon released his hand from the boss’s shoulder.

Barely escaping from the pain, the boss let out a rough breath.

“You, do you know who I am?”

“I, I heard you’re the lord.”

Perhaps because of Bacon’s strength, the boss’s spirit seemed a little broken.

“Yes, so you knew.”

Legion answered nonchalantly. He stared at the boss for a moment, then clasped his hands together and stroked his chin with his thumb as he asked.

“And yet you did that?”

The energy that erupted from Legion at that moment wrapped around him, making him unable to move.

“Yes? Yes……. What on earth…….”

It was only a fleeting moment, but the boss’s entire body was drenched in sweat.

The moment he saw Legion, he had been a little complacent, seeing his beautiful figure and perverted helmet. So, he had unknowingly underestimated him a little.

A newly appointed Count who was showing off, trusting only in this knight errant.

That must have been expressed outwardly.

He had heard that no one had been punished for insulting nobles in this territory. The taxes were also cheap. That’s why so many squatters were flocking here.

A kind, good-hearted, and somewhat foolish lord.

He shouldn’t have underestimated the lord. He had judged the person who had risen from Baron to Count in an instant at this age solely based on his appearance.

Having made up his mind, the boss became compliant with Legion’s words.

“If you tell me, I will correct it immediately.”

“Correct?”

Legion stretched out his left hand towards the corner.

A tremendous amount of magical power stretched out and instantly tore the sculptures on the wall to shreds. The boss swallowed hard at the absurd phenomenon, and Legion finally released his power.

“Business is quite good.”

“Yes? Ah, yes. Thank you.”

“How much is your daily revenue?”

“That, that’s……?”

“Why? Can’t you say? Wasn’t 10 percent of the revenue the basic tax in our territory? Then, if you multiply the tax that came in by 10, that’s your revenue. Are you perhaps creating double books to evade taxes? Hey, Bacon.”

“Yes, Master.”

“What’s the sentence for tax evasion?”

“One year for every 100 gold.”

“Ten years for a thousand gold, 100 years for ten thousand gold. I levy low taxes, but that’s because I want all the people of the territory to be happy, not to fatten the bellies of bad guys.”

Bacon answered as soon as Legion finished speaking.

“If this scale of luxury pub includes a club, it should be making at least 30,000 a month, and up to 70,000 or more.”

The boss felt the back of his neck stiffen.

If the lord decided to say, ‘You ate 30,000 gold, didn’t you? I sentence you to 300 years in prison!’ that would be the end of the game.

The lord holds all the power in the territory.

Moreover, the opponent is a Count. Without the protection of the king, even a Duke would find it difficult to recklessly interfere with the Count’s authority.

“How much is your revenue?”

Legion asked again.

“About eight thousand gold a month.”

“Hoo, eight thousand?”

“Yes. That’s the revenue. After deducting labor costs and other expenses, there’s not much left.”

“Yes, it doesn’t seem like much is left. Do you have about a hundred employees? If you calculate 5 gold per person, that’s 500 gold. Let’s see for operating expenses…… let’s say 1,000 gold at most. If you paid 800 gold in taxes……. you would have about 5,700 gold left. Since the investment cost here must have been considerable, let’s say the recovery cost is about 2,000 gold a month? Then you’re saying you’ve been earning about 3,700 a month?”

“…….”

The club owner had nothing to say, so he didn’t answer.

“What kind of carriage do you ride?”

“I ride a Rolls Royce carriage.”

“Rolls Royce! Hoo!”

“Wow, damn. That’s amazing. A club owner rides a Rolls Royce carriage that only the royal family rides.”

The devoted servants exclaimed.

*We should quit being devoted servants and start a business,* they seriously began to consider.

“That’s handmade, isn’t it?”

“Handmade ramen [Japanese noodle dish]? What’s that?”

“Right? Ramen tastes better when it’s handmade.”

“…….”

Legion and the boss blinked in surprise at the devoted servant’s ad-lib from behind.

“How much does such a carriage cost?”

“That’s…….”

“How much!”

“It costs about 10,000 gold.”

*Wow, it really feels like I’m listening to someone from another country. I’m walking. Drazzer is walking too.*

The territory’s club owner drives a Rolls Royce.

“Where does the rest of the money go?”

“Yes? What do you mean by that.”

“Where does the rest of the money go? Is it flowing into the Order?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…….”

The club owner’s face turned pale the moment the word ‘Order’ came out.

Cold sweat formed on his back and quickly soaked his clothes.

“Why? Don’t you remember?”

“I, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You heard about the attack on the Golden Carriage a few days ago, right?”

“I know because I read the Territory Daily.”

The Territory Daily is a newspaper published only in Legion’s territory.

It was created based on the opinion of Lauzel, the principal of Legion Academy.

It is quite popular with the people of the territory.

So, a Territory Daily newspaper company was also created. A new occupation called journalist was born within the territory. The salary is not very high, but they feel pride in their work and work quite hard.

“Seven of my men died.”

“Ah!”

“Ah?”

Legion laughed as if amused.

“Didn’t you know?”

“No, no! I really didn’t know.”

The club owner tried to get up from his seat. It was a self-preservation instinct.

However, he was immediately reseated.

Bacon pressed down on his shoulder. The club owner looked at Legion.

He had no idea what he was thinking.

Should he use his last resort?

He also had something to rely on. He had his men on standby just in case: Black Warriors supported by the Order. They may not be able to handle all of them, but they will at least buy him time to escape.

But-

The club owner gave up everything the moment he met the calmly shining eyes of Count Legion in his helmet.

*If I scream—*

*I die.*