Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 77

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 77

# 77

Coming-of-Age Ceremony Opening (2)

Count Persimmon watched the training grounds, filled with heat. The cheers of the people echoed loudly inside the mansion, but his expression was not very bright.

He barely remembered the last time he laughed heartily.

Everything he did seemed to go wrong. Twisted and twisted, he didn’t know where it all went wrong. If he had to pick a reason, it would be from the time he got involved with ‘Baron Legion’.

To be precise, it was after he heard about the mithril mine from that fellow, Paring.

At first, he was tempted.

Even if he searched the entire kingdom, only Duke Continent had a mithril mine. Even he was only rumored to have it, and it had not been confirmed. He never publicly announced that he owned a mithril mine.

However, judging by the rapid development of his territory, it seemed clear that considerable funds, whether from mithril or something else, were flowing in.

Some said that Duke Continent was steadily increasing his power in order to take the next throne. It was a plausible argument.

He was capable of overturning the kingdom.

Before that, the Count needed to secure sufficient power to protect himself. That was why he wanted the mithril mine owned by Baron Legion, but…

But then!

Nothing had gone right since then.

Nearly a hundred people had gone missing. A ranger unit was deployed to track their whereabouts, but they couldn’t find any clues.

It was truly uncanny.

There was no way to know if they had soared into the sky or sunk into the ground.

Lower-ranking knights and mercenaries could be replaced at any time. But the fact that he didn’t know why they disappeared kept gnawing at Count Persimmon’s insides.

And the most upsetting incident happened yesterday.

The men he sent to quietly dispose of Baron Legion suddenly appeared as zombies.

Low Fisher.

He was a favorite.

A 4-star knight with good business acumen and decent skills, he was a very efficient man.

He had to cut him down with his own hands.

All of his men as well.

Seeing his subordinates collapsing while bleeding, he felt his blood rushing in reverse. He wanted to find Legion right away and find out what happened there, even if he had to torture him.

But he couldn’t.

The moment he went there, perceptive people would realize what had happened to them.

Crack.

His molars ground together involuntarily.

“Just who… is this Legion?”

So, he decided to see him once. It was impossible to get a sense of him based solely on the reports he had received. He was clearly a young punk, but an unpredictable one.

But still, just a punk.

“Has he arrived?”

Count Persimmon asked Heinz.

Heinz immediately knew who he meant.

“He’s in the waiting room.”

“Bring him in. Let’s see what kind of bastard he is.”

“Understood.”

Heinz bowed deeply to his lord and moved away.

* * *

Ronstar, Mart, and Schuken were staring at Legion, fully armed.

They weren’t the only ones staring at Legion.

The Beach viscount family of Ronstar, the Lemon viscount family of Mart, and the Nadither viscount family of Schuken were among the most prestigious families in the Count’s territory.

They were also the top candidates to be promoted to Count soon.

Naturally, there were plenty of lower-ranking families trying to get on their good side, and they naturally took their side.

They didn’t know what had happened between Ronstar, Mart, Schuken, and Legion.

They didn’t need to know.

To the lower nobles, Legion was just an enemy to be defeated.

But they seemed quite surprised to see Legion and Draiszer entering the waiting room.

Well, they probably didn’t expect him to wear golden armor.

It was a tremendous publicity stunt.

No one would ever do something that made them look so exposed.

It was like openly advertising, “I have a lot of money.”

The wealthiest noble here was the Beach viscount family.

The Beach viscount family was located in the southern part of the Count’s territory. Thanks to the warm weather, double-cropping [planting two crops on the same land in one year] was possible. It was also a transportation hub. As a result, commerce and agriculture developed simultaneously.

Through this, the Beach viscount family swept up money.

Nevertheless, they didn’t have golden armor either. Not only was it impractical, but it was also difficult to hear good things from others.

Unless you really wanted to brag about your wealth, it wasn’t something to do.

But then!

A baron they had never heard of was wearing golden armor.

Moreover, full plate mail at a time like this.

He wasn’t the only one wearing it. He also had his bodyguard wear golden armor.

Even people with so much money that it was rotting away wouldn’t do such crazy things.

Clang, clang.

Every time Legion moved, the plate mail moved, flashing brightly. He strode over and plopped down on the chair right in the center.

It was such a stunning entrance that no one said a word to him.

“You… you son of a bitch!”

Ronstar said, biting his lip.

He wanted to draw his sword and cut off Legion’s head right away. Just thinking about what he had suffered was enough to make him unable to sleep.

It was the same for Mart and Schuken.

They didn’t just lose in a fight. They were beaten so badly. They couldn’t use their hands or feet. It was in front of Beauty and Leila. They were so embarrassed that they wanted to bite their tongues and die.

The thought of impressing Beauty and marrying her had disappeared from their minds.

‘I will definitely kill that son of a bitch, Legion.’

The three of them were thinking the same thing.

Swish-

Ronstar drew his sword first.

As he drew his sword, a dozen young nobles also drew their swords. They were ready to slaughter Legion at any moment with just one word from Ronstar.

The atmosphere in the waiting room became very tense.

The other nobles’ sons who had entered the waiting room with smiles on their faces had no choice but to shut their mouths and shrink into a corner because of the atmosphere.

Legion looked at Ronstar and raised his hand.

“Wait a minute.”

“Why? Do you have any last words?”

“That’s harsh. Now, Draiszer.”

Legion looked at Draiszer.

‘Crazy Draiszer’ had to run all day long as punishment for punching his master in the face while drunk.

He also regretted it.

To think that his master’s bruised eye was because of him. Seeing his master’s eyes turned into those of a panda… Draiszer felt relieved rather than sorry.

He didn’t know why. He just suddenly felt happy.

It was like… he understood the heart of the vassal who went into the bamboo forest and shouted, ‘The lord’s ears are donkey ears!’ [a reference to a folktale about a king with donkey ears]. It was like the constipation that had been building up for weeks was relieved all at once.

So, he was willing to endure even this embarrassing act.

“Yes, Master.”

Draiszer answered in a heavy voice and went out of the waiting room. And after a while, he came back with a lot of things. They were all luxuriously packaged boxes.

Draiszer placed them in one corner.

Everyone in the waiting room looked back and forth between Legion and Draiszer with suspicious eyes. What are you doing? Their eyes seemed to ask.

“It’s a gift.”

“What?”

Ronstar asked, twitching his eyebrows.

“It’s a gift. Anyone who wants it can take it.”

Legion said again.

“Yes, including you. Now, open the boxes.”

No one came forward.

“Geez. It’s not poison. Draiszer, open one and bring it here.”

At Legion’s words, Draiszer obediently unwrapped the luxurious packaging and opened the box. Inside was a dagger.

The moment they saw it, everyone gasped.

It was a golden dagger adorned with gold and all sorts of jewels.

Even the young nobles who were flexing their wealth had a hard time seeing such splendor.

Draiszer handed a golden dagger to Legion.

He waved it around in the air. Perhaps because it was covered in gold, it sparkled brightly. It looked like it was saying, “I’m a sword covered in money. Get out of my way.”

“It just looks like an expensive sword, right? That’s right. An expensive sword. It costs over a thousand gold per piece.”

“A thousand, a thousand gold?”

The young nobles’ mouths dropped open.

A thousand gold dagger? They had spent about 50 gold on drinks in one night, and they had bought horses worth 500 gold, but they wouldn’t spend a thousand gold on just a dagger.

Even for young nobles with some money, a thousand gold was a considerable sum.

“Don’t talk nonsense! How can a dagger be so expensive?”

Ronstar sneered.

“It’s enchanted.”

“What?”

“It’s enchanted. Although it’s a 2nd circle lower-level magic, it’s a magic sword that can be used permanently as long as you recharge it with mana. The magic is not the same. Some swords have Wind Circle magic, some have Fire Blast magic, some have mana replenishment magic, and some have magic that increases stamina. They’re all different.”

“R, really?”

A small, timid-looking noble’s son asked.

Since they were all the same age, they all spoke informally. What was his name again? Ah, Piston.

As his intelligence increased, his memory also improved dramatically.

It didn’t take long to memorize the names of the nobles here.

“Why would I lie to you in front of you? It’ll be exposed soon. Go ahead and check it out.”

“Can we take it?”

“It’s a gift to commemorate our meeting.”

“A thousand gold per piece?”

A thousand gold per piece was the same as saying 40,000 gold in total.

It was a huge amount of money equivalent to the annual operating expenses of a small territory.

But they don’t know that Legion has a lot of money. Frankly, if he prepares properly from now on, he is confident that he can fight Count Persimmon with his financial power alone.

Furthermore, the orc warrior tribes who were asking us to find them partners brought so much treasure that it was becoming difficult to handle.

If you need money, cause an accident and lure a man.

Unlike before, 40,000 gold is not a big burden for Legion now. It stings a little, though.

“Why are you giving this to us anyway?”

Piston asked.

Good, great. You’ve taken the bait. Customer.

Legion smiled. Piston used the word ‘us’. Now the guys here will be divided.

The guys who will like me and the guys who won’t.

The fathers of these guys will be absolutely loyal to Count Persimmon, but these guys are not.

“Let’s get along.”

“It looks like you’re throwing money around. Do you have a lot of money?”

“I have a freaking lot.”

The young nobles looked at each other.

Nobles originally have a lot of money. They squeeze taxes from the territory residents, so there can be no hungry nobles. Of course, not all nobles are like that.

Everyone has their own circumstances.

Anyway, they had never seen a noble who openly said, “I have a lot of money.” If a noble says, “I have a lot of money,” it means they have so much that it’s unimaginable.

They couldn’t understand.

“How much money do you have anyway?”

“Are you curious? If you’re curious, take that gift. Then you’ll know even if you don’t want to.”

Legion said, raising the corners of his lips.