Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 407

Magic Learned in Vain – 408

Patriotic Martyr Don Quixote Man 2

Don Quixote Man recorded King Ghidorah breathing fire with a video magic tool.

When else would he see such a scene?

It was spectacular.

That overwhelming size was a life form that should not exist in the human realm.

If such monsters existed in large numbers in the human realm, the balance would surely be broken.

Look!

As the monster breathed fire, hundreds of houses and hundreds of people disappeared at once.

It was a truly terrifying scene.

Yet, it was also a chillingly magnificent scene.

“Let’s go, *hyung-nim* [older brother or respected male figure]. This is not the time to be doing this.”

Jack Nicher grabbed Don Quixote Man’s arm and pulled.

“Okay.”

“Don’t just say okay, we really need to go. We’ll get trampled to death here.”

“Alright. Let’s go.”

Don Quixote Man moved his feet.

They couldn’t ride a carriage. They couldn’t ride a horse either. The monsters targeted horses and carriages with bizarre persistence.

Most of the horses in the city must have ended up in the bellies of the monsters.

So, they had to move on foot.

Don Quixote Man was a 7-star warrior.

Jack Nicher was also a 6-star swordsman.

Both were skilled enough to use the skill of running lightly over the grass [a skill that allows one to move quickly and quietly].

They thought that if they were determined, they could easily escape from the clutches of those monsters.

Thump, thump, thump!

They started running.

Don Quixote Man.

He had now reached the point where he could run wearing full plate armor (he was wearing the plate armor that Legion wore. One of the purposes of the journey was to find a wizard who could remove the plate armor).

-Kuoaaah!

It was when they had just turned into an alleyway.

Don Quixote Man collided with someone.

“Ugh!”

The man who collided with Don Quixote Man’s plate armor grabbed his face and fell backward. He shouted fiercely at Don Quixote Man.

“Watch where you’re going! You trashy bastard!”

Don Quixote Man is by no means a good person.

If forced to categorize, he was a man close to evil. Jack Nicher was the same.

The nickname ‘Serial Killer’ was by no means an empty word.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Don Quixote Man’s voice changed. A modulated voice, the voice of Sergeant Kim who returned from hell, flowed out.

He had been living with stress because of the plate armor.

His temper had mellowed a lot while farming, but if someone poked him, his fiery personality would immediately burst out.

The man was startled.

According to his personality, he should make the other person kneel and beat them to death.

But he couldn’t do that in the current situation. The knights who were escorting him had all been eaten by the monsters.

Not knowing the way, he was still wandering around the castle.

He was Pelle, the first prince of the Neck House Kingdom.

“That’s a really scary voice. And the appearance… You look incredibly strong. Are you strong?”

“This bastard is talking informally to me on our first meeting? *Hwak!* [Korean sound effect for a sudden, forceful action]”

Don Quixote Man raised his arm to hit Pelle’s face. Pelle was startled and covered his face with both arms.

“Wait, wait! If you get me out of the castle, I’ll give you a reward.”

Don Quixote Man stopped his arm momentarily.

“Reward?”

“Yes, a reward!”

“With what?”

“I’ll give you everything you want.”

“What are you? Some high-ranking noble or something?”

“Higher than that.”

“Higher than a high-ranking noble?”

“Yes.”

“A royal?”

“Can’t you tell just by looking?”

Don Quixote Man’s eyes widened. He never thought he would encounter royalty in this remote area, in a city where monsters were rampaging, and especially in this alley.

“How can I believe you?”

“Want me to show you my ID?”

Pelle frowned. He took out the wallet he had put in his back pocket and took out his ID. And he showed it to Don Quixote Man.

The royal family’s ID was different from the outside. The gold trim was shiny even from a distance.

Don Quixote Man’s mouth dropped open as he received the ID. He injected magic power into it. The ID, reacting to the magic power, revealed a hidden mark.

The emblem of the Neck House royal family was clearly stamped on it.

It’s real.

It’s a real royal.

But he’s not even from our kingdom, should I use honorifics or speak informally?

Well, he’s still royalty, so let’s use honorifics.

“I have committed a discourtesy.”

Don Quixote Man returned the ID to Pelle in the voice of Sergeant Kim who returned from hell.

“Now you know for sure who I am, right?”

“Yes, I understand. Since your identity is certain, your credibility must be certain as well.”

“Is there anyone with a more certain identity than royalty!”

Pelle seemed annoyed. If he had escort knights around him, he would have shouted like this.

“Cut off the legs of that rude bastard right now. Below the knees. So he can’t look down on me.”

That’s how royal families usually are.

Arrogant.

How can a country run well when such people become kings?

However, Don Quixote Man was not one to be intimidated by the threats of royalty. He had overcome the crisis of death more than dozens of times. For some reason, the crisis of death kept coming.

Assassins kept coming-

Vampires also targeted him.

If it were someone else, they would have died as an unknown warrior in the fields long ago.

But he survived to the end.

In terms of survival strategy, he could be said to be the best among the seven strongest in the kingdom.

It’s not just him who thinks that way.

Thanks to that, his survival skills were actually better than Dreiser’s.

In short, a cockroach-like vitality.

He had the ability to never die in any situation. It was a unique ability that was unmatched.

“Your name is Pelle… I’ve heard it a lot.”

“Pelle?”

Jack Nicher asked in surprise.

“Yeah. Do you know who he is?”

“He’s the first in line to the throne of the Neck House Kingdom, the crown prince.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Don Quixote Man and Jack Nicher clenched their fists at the same time.

Jackpot.

He glanced at Pelle.

He looked like gold.

It seemed like they could live without working for the rest of their lives just with him.

Don Quixote Man and Jack Nicher exchanged glances. Because they had been together for a long time, they could tell what each other wanted just by looking at their eyes.

We found a gold mine!

“What do you want?”

“Can I tell you later?”

“Why?”

“Because I haven’t thought of it yet. We’re saving a royal, so we can’t just take a few coins and call it quits.”

“You’re a snob. I like that you’re honest. Good. Tell me later. If you save me, you will receive a very big reward.”

“Yes, yes. Let’s go.”

Don Quixote Man rubbed his palms together.

100 million gold.

Don Quixote Man measured Pelle’s value at 100 million gold. It was an enormous amount equivalent to the annual operating cost of a small kingdom.

It was the biggest kidnapping ever.

Pelle, who was naive and had a bad personality, walked into the wolf’s mouth.

* * *

Legion, Shuttle, and Profiler were crossing the desert. At noon, the heat reached its peak.

No one moves at this time.

The temperature was over 40 degrees Celsius [104 degrees Fahrenheit]. It was perfect weather to die from heatstroke.

When Profiler was panting heavily, Shuttle handed him a frozen water bottle.

“Ice water?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you get this?”

“Where else would I get it? I froze it.”

“Aren’t you a Necromancer?”

Profiler had seen Shuttle summon skeleton soldiers several times. All the summoned skeleton soldiers said something to Shuttle.

“Let’s summon them only once a day. How many times are you summoning them?”

He had never seen a summoner being cursed by his summons before.

He felt so sorry for them that he wanted to say something to the skeletons. But when he saw the skeleton squad leader treating him well, he lost the will to do so.

So he just stayed still.

“I am a Necromancer.”

“Do Necromancers also use magic?”

“Originally, all arts are connected. It’s just a difference in application. I can also use 1st to 3rd circle magic.”

“Ah, I see. You said your name is Shuttle, right?”

“Yes.”

“What circle Necromancer are you?”

Profiler guessed that Shuttle was about a 3rd circle Necromancer.

The higher the circle of a Necromancer, the more powerful the summons become.

It also became possible to summon earth golems, wood golems, bronze golems, fire golems, and steel golems.

But Profiler had only seen the basic summons of Necromancers, skeleton soldiers.

That’s why he thought he was about a 3rd circle Necromancer.

Of course, Profiler was wrong.

Shuttle’s skeleton soldiers were not ordinary skeletons.

Even the skeleton wizards were 3rd circle. He could summon such skeleton wizards in droves.

When Shuttle went all out, more than 100 skeleton soldiers with all sorts of abilities could be summoned.

Among them, there were skeletons that were summoned 24 hours a day.

For example, the postal delivery skeleton.

These only charge for 4 hours a day and work for 20 hours.

The martial artist skeleton lost to Mamma Yujiro and asked to be accepted as a disciple.

Mamma Yujiro was dumbfounded and refused.

“I can’t accept skeletons as disciples.”

The martial artist skeleton knelt down and didn’t move for fifteen days.

Rain or shine, the martial artist skeleton shouted, ‘Please accept me as your master!’

The martial artist skeleton, having exhausted his magic power, finally collapsed.

Mamma Yujiro clicked his tongue as he watched the skeleton.

“Shit, if I don’t accept him as a disciple here, I’m going to get a lot of shit [trouble].”

That’s how the martial artist skeleton became Mamma Yujiro’s disciple. That skeleton was now a 4-star warrior.

The one who summoned such skeletons was Shuttle.

“I’m a 6th circle.”

“6th circle?”

“Yes.”

“That’s strange.”

“What is?”

“Isn’t it true that the higher the circle, the better the skill?”

“That’s right.”

“It seems like 6th circle is on the low side.”

Shuttle frowned. What nonsense is this guy talking about?

Is he dissing me?

“6th circle is on the high side.”

“How much?”

“Enough to be a court wizard.”

“Wow! A court wizard! Really?”

“Yes.”

“If you’re a court wizard, your annual salary must be very high.”

“It’s not as high as you think.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a public official.”

“Ah! Still, if you’re a court wizard, you’ll have a lot of bonuses, right?”

“Public officials’ salaries are all fixed. It’s better to get a job with a lord.”

“Really?”

“Yes, that pays more.”

“If you put it that way, aren’t you a local public official?”

“No. Then the lord has to get a salary too.”

“Ah, I see. The annual salary of a court wizard is lower than I thought.”

“Then why do you only summon skeletons when you’re so skilled?”

“There’s a reason. Do you know why Necromancers are not popular among magic-related professions?”

“I don’t know.”

“People hate the summons that Necromancers summon. They say they’re disgusting or something. So, in most cities, if you summon skeletons or ghost-type summons, they’ll give you a ticket [a citation or fine].”

“A ticket?”

“Yes, a fine. It’s not just paying a fine, but they also give you penalty points. If you get 100 penalty points, Necromancers get suspended from activity for 100 days. Your livelihood depends on it, so what do you eat if you get suspended from activity?”

“Ah, there was such a law. I didn’t know.”

“That’s why Necromancers are not popular. Damn it. You know elves, right?”

“Yes.”

“The summons that elves summon are quite pretty. They don’t give them fines, they only give us fines and penalty points.”

“You must be frustrated.”

“Well, a little. So, when I summon summons, I have to be aware of my surroundings. I have to see if there are any public officials giving out tickets around. So, I end up summoning only skeletons, which are cheap to fine.”

“I see.”

Profiler realized why Shuttle was constantly summoning only skeletons.

“But where are we going?”

“Well, it’s past the time we should have arrived at the military city of Focus.”

Shuttle and Profiler drank cool ice water while looking at Legion’s back.

Both of them spat out the ice water at the same time.

No!

Why is he still doing that?

Legion was riding on the sand lizard with his legs spread 180 degrees apart.

“My pelvis, my pelvis feels like it’s tearing apart.”

Legion’s crying voice was heard.

I really don’t understand.