Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 82

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 82 (82/502)

# 82

I am Drayger 1

The employees’ eyes changed slightly.

They exchanged glances. Drayger didn’t miss it.

Despite his appearance, his intuition was sharp.

“Don’t play games. Bring your boss. He’ll be happy to see me.”

“Do you know the boss?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m here on business. So bring your boss. My legs hurt.”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t meet him without an appointment.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then what if I cause a scene? It would hurt your business.”

“You’ll have to pay for the damages. I don’t think you understand what kind of place this is.”

The employee’s eyes turned cold.

He glanced at another employee. Men who had been watching nearby slowly gathered around Drayger.

Given Drayger’s size, they seemed to think they needed to subdue him quickly. They seemed used to dealing with troublesome customers.

“You know, I’ve been under a lot of stress lately.”

“What?”

“I’ve never had to be mindful of anyone in my life. But lately, I’ve been living while being mindful of others. It’s very stressful, and I have nowhere to relieve that stress. What do you think?”

The employee’s eyes twitched. *What is this guy talking about?*

“You don’t understand, do you? It’s simple. It’s a good thing the boss isn’t coming out. I’ll relieve my stress first.”

Drayger placed his hand on the employee’s head.

“Aaaaaaah!”

The employee screamed as soon as his skull was grabbed.

The pain was unbelievable. It felt like his entire head was being torn off by the giant man.

Drayger lifted the employee up.

It was an incredible display of strength—to grab someone’s head with his palm and lift them like that, instead of grabbing their collar.

Drayger met the employee’s eyes.

He grinned, as if he found something amusing.

“In the past, I would have squeezed with all my strength in this state. What do you think would happen?”

The employee saw madness rising in Drayger’s eyes.

Very rarely, guys with eyes like that would come to the establishment. It wasn’t easy to get rid of them. They didn’t listen to reason. Even if they weren’t strong, they were so crazy that they caused a lot of damage.

*This giant man… this is bad.*

“It would burst like a watermelon. My hands would be covered in sticky brain matter. For some reason, I found that fun. But I can’t do that now. The owner would get angry again. Instead… I’ll play in a similar way. Now, let’s start a fun game.”

Drayger smiled brightly—

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

A terrible scream erupted from inside the establishment.

* * *

Emon, the head of the Information Guild, was banging his head on the floor.

He was over forty years old and banging his head on the floor. The last time he had done that was when he joined the mercenary group [a band of hired soldiers] at the age of 17.

He was cursing inwardly, but he couldn’t say it out loud.

He had been fondling the breasts of a newly arrived young female employee in his underground office. Her breasts were still small, as she was not fully grown.

Not all men like women with large breasts.

Some people prefer young girls like her, who still have a fresh scent. These fresh-smelling girls are worth more than mature women.

The freshness disappears completely within a year.

Even though they are young, they become veterans with a lot of world experience. After that, the cute charm disappears completely, and they only care about money.

Emon was planning to tame this female employee before that happened.

He was just about to take off his pants when his subordinate burst into the office, opening the door wide. His complex—a small penis the size of a thumb—was startled and shrank in an instant.

Annoyed, Emon shouted at his subordinate.

“Hey! You son of a bitch, don’t you know how to knock? I told you to knock! Didn’t I!”

“Boss, this isn’t the time to argue about that.”

“Then what should we argue about?”

“Someone has come to see you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Who is it?”

“I don’t know. He just started hitting our employees for no reason.”

“He hit our employees?”

Emon didn’t understand.

Some of his subordinates could use magic. Even if they fought one or two knights, he was confident they wouldn’t lose. Moreover, they had the numbers on their side.

“Is he a knight?”

“I don’t know.”

“What about Custom and Kosbic?”

Both of them were subordinates who could use magic.

In terms of skill, they were 3-star knights. He didn’t know how such skilled magic users had ended up in a place like this.

He didn’t need to know.

How many people in the underworld don’t have a past? It was an unspoken rule not to ask.

But their skills were genuine.

They had never lost in a display of skill. Even knights who occasionally caused trouble were beaten like dogs and kicked out of here. The beaten knights never came back. There was no need to spread rumors that they had been humiliated by an employee of the establishment.

“That’s…”

“What happened to them?”

“They got beaten up pretty badly…”

“Beaten up? What else?”

“They’re banging their heads on the floor.”

“What, what?”

He couldn’t believe it. Emon grabbed his sword and ran out of the office—

Now he was banging his head on the floor along with Custom, Kosbic, and other subordinates.

He had never imagined it.

‘Crazy Drayger,’ who was famous for having the worst personality in the entire kingdom, was right in front of him.

One of the kingdom’s Seven Great Powerhouses.

Why had the Ex-Master ‘Crazy Drayger’ come here?

One thing was certain: he had messed with the wrong person.

It seemed that tonight would be a night of more losses than gains.

“Get up.”

Drayger said.

Emon and his subordinates got up quickly, like springs bouncing back.

“There’s something I’m looking for.”

Drayger rummaged through Emon’s display case and took out the most expensive whiskey. He poured it into a glass as if it were his own and drank it in one gulp.

“Kuh, good. Where did you get this liquor?”

“Yes? Ah, they say it’s whiskey made in Ireland.”

“It must be expensive.”

“Yes, it’s a bit expensive.”

Emon said proudly. It was an Irish whiskey that was considered a top-quality product even among enthusiasts.

Even the lowest grade whiskey costs a whopping 50 gold.

The highest grade is more expensive than the same weight in jewels. So he had bought this whiskey 10 years ago, but he had not yet opened it.

Drayger had snatched that precious whiskey and taken the first sip.

“Tastes good.”

Drayger put the whiskey in his arms.

“Ah, there, there, no…”

“No… what?”

“Ah… nothing.”

Emon’s expression became urgent. But he didn’t have the courage to confidently shout at ‘Crazy Drayger’ to put down the bottle right away.

According to rumors—

The moment he became upset, no one would survive here.

“What was I going to say?”

Drayger, who had finished drinking the remaining whiskey, asked.

“You said you were looking for something.”

“Ah, right, there’s something I’m looking for. You guys have to find it.”

“What are you looking for?”

“A way to deal with a dragon.”

“Yes?”

“Didn’t you hear me? Find out how to deal with a dragon. Whether it’s a book or something.”

Emon’s face crumpled.

*What the hell is this crazy bastard talking about? If you’re going to cause trouble, do it nicely. Asking a third-rate guild like us to find out how to deal with a dragon?*

“If I may say so… I don’t think this is something we’re capable of. I think you should go to a large guild.”

“Yeah, right, you thought I’d say that? Forget it. Find out. I’m really in a hurry.”

“Th, that’s… everyone has… different capabilities… and such high-level information is available at large guilds…”

“Yeah, I know, so find out while I’m staying here.”

Drayger was filled with resentment!

It was his defeat in the battle against the Red Dragon Preitia. His life had been twisted because of his defeat. All of his unique armor had disappeared.

He didn’t know where it had gone.

Moreover, he had been demoted from one of the kingdom’s Seven Great Powerhouses to a mere Baron Hein in the frontier.

*Me, a Hein!*

For a whopping 39 years!

It was all because of Preitia. His wish was not to unify the continent.

It was merely to defeat the Red Dragon Preitia.

In the past, it was a kind of goal, but now it had become a gateway that he had to go through. However, he would not recklessly rush in next time.

Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will win every battle.

To do that, he first needed to know a lot about dragons.

“Then I’ll see you next time. If you don’t know by then… you’ll shit blood.”

Drayger carefully held the whiskey bottle in his arms and went outside. After he left, Emon stared blankly at the entrance where he had disappeared for a while.

It was 30 minutes later that he came to his senses.

Crazy curses poured out of his mouth.

“What kind of son of a bitch is that? He doesn’t give us a penny and asks us for such a request? Wow! I’m pissed! Hey! Go sprinkle salt!” [a superstitious act to ward off bad luck]

* * *

The coming-of-age ceremony’s highlight, the banquet, was held.

The flower of the banquet was the noble young ladies.

It was no exaggeration to say that the banquet was held to win them over. The nobles’ children generally have arranged marriages.

Love marriages are rare.

Such things happen as rarely as beans sprouting in a drought, but even then, it doesn’t happen if the family opposes it.

But the day of the banquet was a little different.

Even if they don’t get married, at least a minimum of dating is guaranteed.

The young rural nobles, who had hardly enjoyed time with their peers, roamed the banquet hall as if their eyes would fall out.

He had heard from the priests that he should refrain from drinking because he had internal injuries, but he listened with one ear and let it out with the other. If he didn’t drink alcohol on a day like today, when would he drink it?

Terrier.

His father was Baron Hound. He was also one of the richest men in the earldom.

Because he had a lot of money, he was dressed to the nines in a top-class suit today. It was a work of art that he had brought directly from the territory. It was very expensive. Commoners couldn’t even dream of it.

The assistant designers who made the clothes followed him around, examining his outfit separately.

He gracefully stepped into the main hall.

At this time, everyone should look at him.

Everyone should admire him with sparkling eyes. Only he should be the main character here. No one could surpass him.

Why?

Because I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth [born into wealth].

I saved the country in my previous life, so I have a silver spoon. So if you have any complaints, go complain to God.

The noble young ladies should also admire him and exclaim.

*Oh, he’s so handsome.*

*Oh, oppa [term used by younger women to address older men], please look at me.*

*I wish I could go on just one date with that oppa.*

They should whisper like that. That’s normal. That’s how it’s been so far.

But the atmosphere was somehow strange.

No one was looking at him.

Why?

Why on earth?

Terrier asked the servant who was holding the hem of his clothes next to him so that they wouldn’t get wrinkled.

“Am I not handsome?”

“No. You are shining brighter than ever before.”

“Then why is the atmosphere like this here?”

The young ladies were not interested in Terrier at all. He was very embarrassed because this had never happened before.

“I think it’s because they’re country bumpkins. They don’t know Terrier-nim’s true worth.”

The servant lowered his waist and said in a whisper.

“Country bumpkins…”

That seemed right.

How many of the nobles’ children would know the value of the clothes he was wearing?

From what he could see, there was no one who had studied abroad in the capital. They were just frogs in a well [people with limited experience], huddled together.

“Haa, they don’t know the value of designer Anchal’s work. Ignorant bastards.”

Showing precious works of art to children is useless because no one knows.

Even if I tell them many times that this is expensive, it’s the same. It’s much better to show the children a nice toy.

That’s exactly what it was like now.

No matter how much I tell them that it’s artistic clothing, they won’t understand.

They don’t know how great I am either.

Except for Duke, no one understands how great I am. How sad is this?

Okay, let’s take the initiative and show the young ladies my greatness.

Terrier stepped in front of the young ladies with an elegant posture.

“Do you know who I am? I am the eldest son of Baron Hound. I also have a close relationship with Duke.”

The young ladies’ expressions were severely distorted.

“Ah, yes.”

They couldn’t say, “Please go away,” and forced a smile and moved away from Terrier.

Buzzing.

The door to the party hall opened. Not only the young ladies but everyone was buzzing.

The atmosphere changed in an instant.

Until now, a calm and static energy, without even a wave, had been prevalent here.

Terrier, who prided himself on being able to lead the banquet, was ultimately ignored by the women.

But in an instant, the waves were surging. It was overflowing and crossing the breakwater.

“What is this atmosphere?”

At the center of the suddenly changed atmosphere was a man.

He was very tall and incredibly handsome. Yes, there are many handsome men in the capital. There are too many handsome men. But there was not a single person who gave off that kind of atmosphere.