Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 86

The Count’s Secret 2

Haimo came to see Legion.

I didn’t recognize him well when I saw him last time because he was so dirty and shabby, but now I can recognize him at a glance, even from a distance.

That bald head shining in the sunlight.

Haimo doesn’t dream of having long hair like Mamon, does he? Just thinking about Mamon makes my fist clench without me even realizing it. I didn’t used to be like this, but now I want to beat him up just by looking at his face.

And that song.

That girl who gives me a bouquet of flowers~.

It’s incredibly addictive.

I sometimes hum along without realizing it. As expected of a former black magician—or rather, a former white magician—to create demonic music that even charms the master. I’m afraid that even the children in the territory will start singing his song.

“Your face looks much better.”

“Thanks to you….”

The mercenaries smiled awkwardly.

It’s a strange relationship. They shouldn’t be meeting and smiling like this. Weren’t they trying to kill each other until recently?

But now they are in an employment relationship.

The employer is Baron Legion, who used to be their enemy. The word ‘boss’ doesn’t come easily out of their mouths.

However, their animosity towards him has melted away like snow.

They realized this time how difficult it is to be without money. They had so little money that they covered themselves with rags, shivering while sleeping on the streets. People clicked their tongues, saying, ‘Tsk, tsk, young people should work and earn money instead of begging.’

They didn’t even have the strength to respond.

Legion was the one who saved them from such humiliation.

For just 20 gold, they ate their fill, took a bath, and slept in a warm place. They quickly gained weight, and their faces regained their color.

They may seem awkward on the outside, but they are sincerely grateful to Legion.

“But what brings you here?”

“Bo… Bo… Bo….”

“What? You want me to buy you something? Do you need money?”

Legion took out 10 gold from his pocket and handed it to Haimo.

“Th, that’s not it.”

Haimo shook his head.

“Boss… Ahem, Bo… ss….”

“Oh? Look at these guys. I signed a contract with you, and you still haven’t given up your sinister intentions? Are you trying to get me fired?”

Legion frowned.

It seemed like these guys needed some mental training. He reached into his pocket to take out a steel staff.

Mizset, surprised, poked Haimo in the side, causing him to step back.

“No, that’s not it. I’m sorry, Boss.”

“Boss?”

“Yes, because you are our employer. This guy’s mouth wouldn’t open, so he committed a discourtesy.”

“Boss, huh….”

It was a strangely repulsive word. Not Lord, not Baron, but Boss. It felt very strange.

“Are you unhappy with the title? Should we call you something else?”

“Is there another word?”

“Chief?”

Is this a gang? You want me to be called Chief?

“Something else.”

“Chairman?”

Chairman at 19? That’s a bit much.

“Something else.”

“Teacher? Elder? Young Master? My Liege? Mister? What do you like?”

“Call me Boss.”

“Okay, Boss Legion.”

Ugh, strange. Strange. Boss Legion. So, is my last name Le and my first name Gion?

“But what’s going on?”

“We have obtained information that Boss might want.”

“Something I might want?”

Legion’s eyes sparkled. It was the only welcome news since coming to the Count’s territory.

“Probably.”

“It doesn’t seem like something to say here, does it?”

Legion looked around. There were too many eyes watching and listening. There might be a Persimmon Count’s spy hidden somewhere here.

“Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

“Somewhere quiet….”

Legion only knew one quiet place.

* * *

Legion entered Heinz’s favorite pub, ‘Silent’.

As expected, this place was quiet. A wandering poet playing percussion instruments was singing in a soft voice. His tone was so quiet that it suited this place very well.

Several men sitting at the tables glanced at Legion and suddenly gave him hateful looks. It was thanks to his skill of attracting jealousy from men with his handsome face.

“I’m looking for a quiet place.”

He said to the owner.

“A discreet place is 1 gold, a very discreet place is 2 gold, and a completely discreet place is 3 gold.”

Wow, you can rip off people like this. To demand so much money just for providing a quiet place.

“O… ne….”

“Are you taking the 1 gold room? The 1 gold room is discreet, but someone who can use magic can eavesdrop.”

The 1 gold room wouldn’t work.

“Then… 2 gold?”

“The best rangers can secretly infiltrate through the ceiling and eavesdrop.”

“……”

You’re deliberately trying to lure me to the 3 gold room. Oh, my precious money.

“Give me the 3 gold room.”

“Okay. I’ll take you to the 3 gold room.”

The owner smiled brightly and swindled 3 gold out of Legion.

Legion glared at Haimo with angry eyes. Baldy, if the information isn’t worth more than 3 gold, you’re dead.

* * *

Slurp-

Apple juice flowed from Legion’s mouth. Did I hear wrong?

“What?”

Legion quickly wiped his mouth with a rag and asked again.

“Deep inside the Persimmon Count’s family, there is said to be a ‘Thunder Zircon’.”

-Thunder Zircon. A very, very rare mineral comparable to God’s metal. Cannot be converted into money. According to the latest update, the price of ‘Thunder Zircon’ sold to the royal family 15 years ago was 200,000 gold.

T, two hundred thousand gold?

Wow! The highest price since Lactorerium [Likely a fictional location or event; context suggests a place of high value or a historical benchmark].

Is it possible for such an expensive mineral to exist?

“How did Count Persimmon get it?”

“It was impossible to confirm that. But it is certain that Thunder Zircon is inside the mansion.”

Legion nodded. No matter how he thought about it, this seemed like it would be worth a lot of money. He could make a huge profit just by selling it. He couldn’t help but swallow hard.

What are the effects of Thunder Zircon?

Legion asked Mark.

-Regardless of gender, knight, magician, warrior, fighter, etc., it is possible to create a body of metamorphosis.

What is that?

-If the body is weak, it will become a body that will never get sick for the rest of its life. If you are a healthy man, you will have great strength, and if you are a woman, you will have the best beauty. If you are skilled in martial arts, you will have an optimized body that can handle mana. The most important thing!

The most important thing?

-That’s right. It creates the conditions to break the wall.

Conditions to break the wall?

-If you are a 6-star knight, you can reach 7-star. If you are a 6-circle magician, you can break the master’s wall and reach 7-circle magician.

That’s a completely fraudulent item, isn’t it?

-That’s right. It’s a fraudulent item. So it cannot be converted into money. The same goes for even the lowest grade Thunder Zircon.

Legion clenched both fists.

His competitive spirit was burning.

This was the battle between Count Persimmon and himself.

I am the spear, and he is the shield.

If Thunder Zircon comes into his possession, he can imagine how Count Persimmon’s face will change. He would look like he had eaten a bowl of poop. Ahahaha! He suddenly felt happy. He would shout like this in front of him.

“You coveted my mithril mine; serves you right!”

“Yes?”

“When did we covet Boss’s mithril mine?”

“Boss, you had a mine?”

“Wow, you’re super rich.”

The mercenaries stared at Legion with wide eyes.

Oh, geez, this is so embarrassing.

Legion’s face turned red, and he sat down. What was I thinking? What am I doing? He wanted to hide somewhere out of embarrassment.

“Ahem. Here.”

Legion took out 100 gold from his pocket.

In fact, the information was worth giving 1,000 gold. But there was a high possibility that he would not be able to get the mineral, so he only gave this much. If he gave too much money from the beginning, they might develop bad habits. He had to manipulate them with the right amount of money.

Just enough to make them feel regretful.

“What are you doing? Take it.”

“Yes? Ah, I understand.”

Mizset respectfully received the leather pouch with both hands. She looked surprised because it was quite heavy.

“Open it.”

“Can I open it?”

“Of course.”

Mizset, nodding, opened the leather pouch. The eyes of the mercenaries sitting next to her were sparkling like children.

They would be disappointed if only about 10 gold came out, right? Hehehe.

“Oh my.”

Mizset was very surprised.

“Why? Why?”

The mercenaries nudged Mizset’s shoulder. They seemed very curious about how much was inside.

Mizset, with a dumbfounded expression, handed the leather pouch to Steel. Steel’s expression after receiving the leather pouch and checking the contents became as happy as if he had received the greatest gift in the world.

“H, how much is all this!”

“A, are you really giving all this money to us?”

“It was information worth that much. So keep looking. If it’s valuable, I’ll pay the price.”

The mercenaries bowed deeply at Legion’s words.

The most important thing for a hungry person is not money. It’s bread. Legion gave them what was most important to them.

-Ding, ding. Your intimacy with the mercenaries has increased. They regard you as a close friend they have known for 10 years. Parrying is no longer important. The probability of passing on high-level information has increased by 10 percent.

* * *

Legion and Dreizher were standing in the garden.

Since there was no training ground, they were planning to warm up here. He seemed to have stayed away from training too much, thinking that he didn’t need to diet.

Even Mark had been nagging him for days, saying, ‘You’re going to die like that! At least practice mana manipulation!’

Later, his brain was ringing from side to side.

Okay, I’ll do it, just do it.

Because of that nagging, Legion couldn’t stand it and started training from dawn.

His body seemed a little stiff, but as he sweated and loosened his muscles, he quickly returned to normal.

It seemed like he would be making a big hit soon, so he had to maximize his body condition.

Dreizher, seeing him training, also came out into the garden.

Oh! My hidden card.

He seemed to be itching for action too.

“Shall we have a match?”

“What kind of match can we have with so many restrictions on my body? I won’t be able to compete….”

“Should I release them?”

“Really?”

“If I release them, you’ll kill me and run away, right?”

“……”

Dreizher looked startled. His eyes looked at the distant mountains.

This guy, he’s really untrustworthy.

“I won’t kill you….”

“You won’t kill me… what?”

“I was just going to knock you out.”

“Wow, this guy is really a villain.”

“Surely not as much as the master.”

“You’re more of a villain.”

“No. The master is more of a villain.”

“I’m telling you, you’re more of a villain.”

“No, I’m not….”

-You guys are having fun. You guys are having fun.

Mark snorted.

“Okay. Then I’ll release only the first stage of restrictions.”

“Really?”

Dreizher’s eyes sparkled.

“Why would I lie about that?”

“I might run away.”

“Go if you can. I’ll chase you to the end of hell.”

Legion twisted his lips.

There were 22 restrictions on Dreizher. He was only releasing one of them. Thanks to the ‘Awesome Explosion’ passive skill, his total combat power was 3,960. If he converted it into magic power and increased his operational power, it would skyrocket several times higher.

It surpasses the level of a 5-star master.

Wouldn’t this be worth a try? Just one restriction?