Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 354

Magic is Learned in Vain – Episode 355

# 355

Eye of the Storm (1)

The Graveyard Mercenary Group.

A mercenary group consisting of 50 members.

Their skills are mid-to-low tier.

However, they are known for fighting without regard for consequences, making them a bit unnerving for their opponents.

They are as brutal as their fighting style.

Pillage and rape are child’s play to them.

They even dig up corpses in graves to take anything of value.

That’s how they got the nickname Graveyard Mercenary Group.

The leader originally had a name for the mercenary group, but even he finds it unfamiliar now.

The one who clashed with Legion was Pamuder, the 3rd in command of the Graveyard Mercenary Group.

A warrior with 2-star skills.

The leader has 3-star skills.

From the 1st to the 10th in command, all of them can use mana blades [weapons made of solidified magical energy].

They possessed skills that were on a different level from other mercenaries.

Naturally, they were full of themselves.

There were many territories where even regular soldiers didn’t know how to use mana.

Would it be any different here?

They heard it was the territory of a newly appointed Count.

Right.

Count.

A great title.

The moment you jump from Baron to Count, the territory becomes a County. You become the true lord of a region. In that place, the Count lives like a king.

But that’s only true for nobles who have maintained their dignity as Counts for a long time.

What would a frontier lord like this have?

Just look at it now.

The County only has a thousand soldiers.

A thousand soldiers.

That’s why they are desperately recruiting mercenaries.

Even if it means paying a premium.

The leader said.

“You can slack off here. There’s no need to take the lead in fighting. These knights here? They may have some martial prowess as knights, but they are all beginners. There are no experts. We can play with them enough.”

Pamuder thought so too.

But!

An unexpected thing happened.

A regular soldier told Pamuder that if he lasted 1 minute, he would pass the test.

It was absurd.

Pamuder shrugged his shoulders while looking around. Did I hear that wrong?

The mercenaries of the Graveyard Mercenary Group laughed for a while. The leader chuckled.

What is that greenhorn saying?

“Of course, I don’t think it’s possible to grasp your skills in 1 minute. I’m still the rookie in the unit. But time is short, and there are too many mercenaries who need to be tested, so I unintentionally became rude. It’s 1 minute. Please show your skills to the fullest for 1 minute.”

“I have a question.”

“Anything.”

“What happens if I knock you down in 10 seconds? Do I become a regular soldier?”

“Hehe, that’s right. The position would change.”

The mercenaries laughed.

“Ah, I’m sorry, but that won’t happen.”

“This young punk is too annoying.”

“Well, I often hear that I’m clueless.”

The young soldier scratched the back of his head.

“It seems like you won’t come to your senses until you get a good beating.”

Pamuder stepped forward.

“Ah, everyone come out. Everyone.”

“What?”

“As I said, time is short. We will test five people at a time.”

Pamuder’s head nearly exploded at this.

He was a greenhorn soldier who looked ten years younger than himself. His face was still covered in fuzz.

He didn’t even have a proper beard yet.

He didn’t know what that young punk was talking about.

“Hey, young friend. You’re really going to die if you keep this up.”

“It’s okay. I won’t die.”

“You don’t know how the world works.”

“If I don’t finish this job before checking how the world works, I’ll get run ragged by the veterans. If I’m really unlucky, I might get disciplined by Sepia with the veterans. Ah, you probably don’t know, but there’s a very scary person named Sepia.”

“Who cares about Sepia or Gepia. Okay. I’ll endure it once as you say. 1 minute.”

“You can use the weapons you brought.”

“What?”

“That’s what I mean.”

“What about you?”

“This is enough for me.”

The young soldier smiled brightly while swinging a wooden sword back and forth.

The mercenaries were about to explode with anger. They thought this young punk was making fun of them.

Right.

This is not a test to compete in skills.

It’s a test to see how patient they are.

Surely, the interviewer is hiding among them.

Pamuder thought so.

But…….

“Failed!”

The young soldier said coldly while looking at the five mercenaries who were lying on the floor.

“Next, please come forward.”

Pamuder was so dumbfounded that he sat down and looked at the young soldier.

He didn’t even see how his sword hit his uvula [the fleshy extension at the back of the soft palate].

An incredible quick sword.

If he could use mana, he and his comrades would have been beheaded in less than a second.

This is ridiculous.

To think that someone with such a quick sword is a soldier.

Right!

He’s a knight.

The knight is testing our skills.

But this is too much.

At this rate, the mercenaries will not pass. We are failing, so there’s no need to talk about the others.

“Passed!”

Behind Pamuder’s head, the young soldier shouted pass. The surprised mercenaries looked at the young soldier and the mercenaries who took the test. The mercenaries were overjoyed at the sound of passing.

“Your basics are much more solid than the people from earlier. Okay, next, come on.”

Pamuder and the mercenaries were furious at the young soldier’s casual words.

“This son of a bitch!”

The result is the same.

The only difference is that they were hit a little harder.

Pamuder realized that the young soldier was a skilled person on a different level from them.

He was furious, but he had no choice but to endure it.

The other soldiers’ eyes are not good.

Could they all be knights?

No way.

Are knights just conducting tests for mercenaries?

Unfortunately, Pamuder was mistaken.

They are soldiers.

It’s just that Pamuder’s skills are low. He knows how to use mana blades a little. That’s all, but he arbitrarily judged that he was a 2-star.

Since there was no standard, he thought that would be the case. But in terms of mana blade operation, he doesn’t even reach the heels of the knights.

Not to mention, he is on a different level from the regular soldiers who have been professionally and intensely trained.

They are regular soldiers, but their skills are far superior to the knights of any nobles.

Pamuder and the mercenaries could no longer challenge the knights. They had to leave while cursing inwardly.

That’s when they ran into Legion.

“What a strange pervert!”

Pamuder shouted at Legion as he 벌떡 일어나면서 [baltteok ireonamyeonseo – Korean for ‘jumping up’].

Legion looked around.

I’m not a beggar.

I’m not a pervert either.

Of course, he thought they weren’t talking to him. So he looked around.

Strange.

People around him are looking at him.

Legion turned his head and looked at Pamuder. He pointed to his chest with his index finger.

“Me?”

“Yes, you son of a bitch! Where are you looking! I’m going to gouge out your eyes and suck out only the black parts with a straw!”

Raujel’s face turned white at Pamuder’s unrestrained swearing.

What the hell is that crazy bastard saying?

“Hey, hey. Are you crazy?”

Raujel shouted at Pamuder.

“Who are you?”

Pamuder grabbed Raujel’s shoulder and threw him away.

Originally, Raujel learned swordsmanship when he was in the royal palace. But after losing his memory and becoming a herbalist, he didn’t do any physical exercise at all. He only taught children all the time.

Thanks to that, his body rusted.

He is not the type who likes to exercise in the first place. He took a good rest at this opportunity to lose his memory.

He came to have below-average muscle strength and agility.

Raujel cried out, “Oops!” and fell to the dirt floor. He groaned while lying on the floor, as if his back was twisted.

Legion was really dumbfounded.

Not only did he swear at the lord, but he also threw a soldier to the ground.

“Are you guys crazy as a group?”

“What are you talking about? I’m in a bad mood. Do you want to die? Ah, shit. Why are you taking off your clothes in this cold weather? Are you looking for a decent man among the mercenaries right now? You pervert!”

Legion closed his eyes tightly.

This is the first time in my life that I have heard the word pervert so many times.

What the hell did I do?

Are you and I enemies?

Did I bully you when I was young?

Maybe you don’t remember me? Is that it? If that’s the case, I’ll apologize.

But no matter how I think about it, it seems like you and I don’t know each other.

Why are you swearing at me?

The Graveyard Mercenary Group gathered around Pamuder. It seems they all failed.

Their expressions were all bad.

They asked Pamuder, “What’s going on?”

“That bastard hit someone walking down the street and didn’t even apologize. Ah, this territory is really bad. Shit, everyone I see is unlucky. What are you looking at! You son of a bitch! Don’t you know us? We are the Graveyard Mercenary Group. I’m going to beat you up!”

Pamuder glared at the other mercenaries who were looking at them.

They shook their heads and headed to the test site. Their expressions said that there was nothing good to be involved with them.

Legion takes a deep breath.

Water is water.

The mountain is a mountain.

Ah!

My training is insufficient.

I can’t stand it.

Legion opened his eyes.

And asked Pamuder.

“You guys are the Graveyard Mercenary Group?”

“Yes, you son of a bitch. Are you scared because you heard the word Graveyard Mercenary Group? Are your balls shrinking? It’s too late. You son of a bitch. If we catch you, there’s no soup. Where did this pervert come from? Hey, let’s see your face. Take off that helmet.”

The mercenaries approached Legion.

Legion waved his hand at them.

“It’s okay. I’ll take it off.”

Legion took off his helmet.

Then the atmosphere is reversed.

Wasn’t there an incredibly handsome man standing there with a brilliant smile that he had never imagined?

“Hey, that bastard is a little handsome.”

“Not a little. I’ve never seen such a handsome guy.”

“Looking at him, he’s a gigolo [male escort]. Right, he’s Legion Count’s concubine. Look at his face. His charm is flowing.”

Legion takes another deep breath.

I became my own concubine.

My ears are going to rot.

Legion opened the subspace [a personal storage dimension].

He thought he would die if he hit them with the strongest staff ever, so he uses the old staff.

Now it’s just called the mental staff.

Legion held the mental staff and gestured to the Graveyard Mercenaries.

“Decide the order.”

“What? What order.”

“The order to enter the grave.”

“This crazy bastard…….”

* * *

Interviewer Bacon. Interviewer Abdul Jabbar. Interviewer Piranha.

The interviews of the passed mercenaries began.

Legion said!

“It’s personality. No matter how strong they are, don’t accept them if their personality is rotten. It only causes trouble.”

The interview was conducted because of a special order.

That’s right.

If the personality is dirty, it will break the unit’s organization. Those guys abandon their comrades and run away to live alone.

It’s better to weed them out before something happens.

The pass rate is about 90 percent.

They pass unless they are really bad.

Even if they cut out only 10 percent, the unit will run much smoother.

Thanks to the fact that more than 10,000 mercenaries applied, the number of people was not lacking.

It was then.

A young soldier hurriedly pushed aside the tent and ran inside.

His face was pale.

“What is it?”

Piranha narrowed his brows and scolded the young soldier.

“B, big trouble.”

“Big trouble?”

“Yes. Big trouble.”

“What big trouble? Did the Demon King invade?”

That was the kind of big deal in this territory. Ordinary things do not belong to big deals.

“D, Demon King?”

“Yes, Demon King.”

“That’s not it. The Lord and the mercenaries are fighting right now.”

The mercenaries who were being interviewed pricked up their ears, wondering what this was all about.

The Lord and the mercenaries are fighting?

The mercenaries who were being interviewed were hearing such a strange thing for the first time.

“Why?”

Bacon asked.

“It seems that the mercenaries picked a fight with the Lord.”

Bacon sighed deeply at the young soldier’s words. There are really many guys in the world who dig their own graves.

Why the hell is it the Lord among so many people?

It would have been much less painful if they had picked a fight with him.

“Leave it alone.”

“Leave it alone?”

“Yes.”

“There are dozens of mercenaries.”

“Leave it alone, whether it’s dozens or hundreds.”

“A, are you okay?”

“The ones to worry about are not the Lord, but those guys. Well, if the Lord has any sense, he won’t kill them.”

It was as Bacon predicted.

The entire Graveyard Mercenary Group was said to have been transported to the coal mine while crying.