Magic Is Learned For Nothing [EN]: Chapter 88

Magic is Learned for Nothing – Episode 88 (88/502)

# 88

A Temptation More Beautiful Than Love (1)

“Hah, hah, hah.”

Heinz opened the mansion door and stepped inside.

He closed the door and glanced out the window. Two escort knights were still standing there. Even though he had simultaneously cast ‘Memory Swap Magic’ and ‘Brainwashing Magic,’ he couldn’t know when their memories might return.

The moment their skills surpassed his, those spells would become useless.

But…….

But with this, there’s no need to worry.

He could break through the 5th Circle [of magic].

Heinz was so madly happy that he felt like he was going crazy. He wanted to scream. Since he couldn’t scream, he expressed it with his body.

Eolssu, dancing and dancing [Eolssu is a Korean exclamation of excitement, similar to “Yay!” or “Alright!”].

“Honey…….”

His wife was watching him. She dropped the tray she was holding. The glass of milk on the tray soaked the floor.

Her pupils shook wildly.

His wife approached Heinz and grabbed his hand.

“It must have been tough as the head of the household.”

“Huh? Ah, well.”

“Let’s go.”

“Um, where to?”

“You can tell me everything. I understand.”

“So, what?”

“Let’s go to the temple. Let’s get treatment.”

Heinz’s expression crumpled.

“Ah, it’s not like that.”

“What do you mean it’s not like that? I’m scared the kids will see. It seems like it’s in the early stages, so let’s get treatment now…….”

“I said it’s not like that. I’m in a very good mood right now, so don’t nitpick with nonsense.”

“You’re in a good mood? It’s bipolar disorder. It’s definitely bipolar disorder. A few bottles of potions should be able to control it.”

“I said no.”

Heinz shook his head and entered his study. His wife called out to him, sobbing, but he ignored her.

Sitting in his chair, Heinz took a long breath.

And he carefully took out the booklet he had received from Baron Legion and placed it gently on the desk.

“Finally…… finally…… this book is in my hands.”

‘If anyone could become a 6th Circle mage, I would never have challenged the 6th Circle. by Mamon.’ Seeing the title of the book, he trembled with excitement. His hands were shaking.

It was a signed copy.

It was on a different level from the fake books circulating in the market. This was a legendary booklet that was priceless.

“Huh, but what’s this?”

The small letters written next to the book title.

‘If anyone could become a 6th Circle mage, I would never have challenged the 6th Circle.’

Volume 1.

Complete set of 30 volumes.

Heinz buried his face in the desk.

Shibal……. [Shibal is a Korean swear word, similar to “damn it” or “shit.”]

I knew it.

Legion, you son of a bitch.

* * *

Emon sighed deeply as he looked at the useless books piled up in front of him.

-How to pretend to befriend a dragon and stab it in the back to catch it.

-Bizarre Dragon.

-101 Ways to Break Up with a Dragon.

-The City of Blind Dragons.

All trash!

He knew it was trash, but he had no choice but to buy it all and check.

The money spent buying this trash was 100 gold. His precious money was being spent on buying such ridiculous trash books.

Emon was going crazy.

He should be expanding his business, but he was wasting funds on such useless things.

Most of the information guild members were released to find a way to catch the dragon, which was causing a huge disruption to business.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop.

The opponent was ‘Crazy Dreyzer.’

If that son of a bitch decided to start pouring shit here, it was only a matter of time before the business went bankrupt. If his skills were as rumored, the guild would have to take down its sign in less than an hour.

“Doesn’t that bastard have a grudge against us? How on earth can a guild like us figure out how to catch a dragon!”

Emon grabbed his hair and wanted to scream.

He wanted to grab the book, Your Dragon is More Beautiful Than My Dragon, and throw it at Dreyzer’s face.

For 1 second, it would be refreshing, but he would have to cross the river Styx [the river separating the living from the underworld in Greek mythology, implying death].

“Boss! Boss!”

One of his subordinates opened the president’s office door and entered without knocking.

“Is this bastard crazy? Who opens the president’s office door without permission!”

Emon looked at the young subordinate as if he was dumbfounded. The young subordinate was dripping sweat from his forehead. He looked pathetic.

“T, that’s.”

“That’s what? You son of a bitch.”

“Someone has come to see you.”

“Someone came to see me, so what? Do I have to know that?”

“It’s not that. It’s not a problem I can handle.”

Emon’s heart sank.

“Is it him?”

“Dreyzer?”

“Yeah.”

“Fortunately, it’s not…….”

“It’s not?”

“Yes.”

Emon brushed off his surprised heart. If it was Dreyzer, he would have had to run out barefoot, even if he hated seeing him.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s a noble.”

“A noble?”

“Yes, a very handsome noble. But…… watching him makes me angry.”

“And?”

“That bastard is calling for the boss.”

“Is he causing a ruckus?”

“Yes.”

For some reason, it feels ominous. Didn’t he have a similar experience recently? His instincts whisper. Go out and sprinkle flower petals so you don’t get beaten to death later [an idiom suggesting appeasement to avoid severe consequences].

“Custom and Kosbic?”

“T, they are…….”

He shouldn’t have asked.

He doesn’t even have to see what happened. They probably couldn’t withstand 3 moves and are bowing their heads. He recruited them as 3-star knights for a lot of money, but now he can’t trust them anymore.

They get beaten up every day, so what kind of 3-star knights are they? Are they weaker than me? He begins to doubt.

Bang-

The door opened again.

A man with a staff entered Emon’s office. He was an incredibly handsome man. His face was full of nobility. Watching him makes you angry for no reason.

The moment he saw the staff, Emon’s eyes flashed slightly.

Being alone with a wizard in such a narrow space? He drew the sword he was wearing on his waist. It was a magic sword that increased agility.

If he swung this, the opponent wouldn’t even know how his neck was falling off.

If it was a wide open space, he would have knelt down and apologized unconditionally. Or if there was a knight protecting the wizard, he would never have tried to draw the sword he was wearing on his waist.

But if the opponent is a wizard in a place like this, it’s a different story.

This stupid wizard.

He must have jumped into this narrow place believing in his tremendous magic power.

He was wrong.

He will take the head of the guy who committed this and take the expensive items in his arms. He was wearing expensive clothes at first glance. If he shook him off, he could make up for the losses he suffered because of Dreyzer.

“Die, you idiot.”

Emon’s magic sword flashed.

Even if the opponent is a noble, he can’t leave easily once he enters this place. I’m the king in the underground guild.

Ppa-ga-gak!

The spark flashed from Emon’s forehead first.

* * *

Legion sat in Emon’s office chair and drank whiskey. It was incredibly delicious whiskey.

“This is really amazing whiskey. It’s my first time tasting something like this.”

Legion admired sincerely.

-Irish whiskey. The best luxury goods on the continent.

“Oh, this is the second time I’ve felt good since coming here.”

-What was the first?

“Of course, it was when I found out about ‘Thunder Zircon’.”

-Prepare thoroughly. Even if Dreyzer and Count Persimmon know each other, you must never tell them about this.

“I know.”

Legion nodded. The reason he left Dreyzer and came to the guild was because of that.

Dreyzer said to Legion.

“Now the owner is free from the Count’s threat.”

“Huh, what does that mean? Did he give up the mithril mine?”

“He probably will.”

“How do you know that?”

“There is a way to know everything.”

Legion stared at Dreyzer with suspicious eyes. As soon as Dreyzer closed his lips, not trying to say anything, Legion said.

“Prepare PT number 8 [PT likely refers to a form of physical or psychological training/torture].”

“He is my disciple.”

In less than 1 second, the right words came out of Dreyzer’s mouth.

Dreyzer really has no perseverance. Does he have no loyalty? I thought he would endure for about 10 minutes out of courtesy.

“Disciple?”

“That’s right.”

“Was Count Persimmon originally a monk? Are you a monk too?”

Dreyzer looked at Legion with eyes that said, ‘What the hell is this?’ He suddenly launches a mental attack.

“What monk are you talking about?”

“You said he was your disciple.”

Ah, it’s really boiling over.

“Not that disciple! I’m the senior! The Count is the disciple! Master and siblings! Something like that!”

Dreyzer finally burst into anger. Thanks to that, he had to do a terrible PT exercise for 1 hour.

In that regard, Dreyzer guaranteed that Count Persimmon would no longer reach out.

Yes, that’s a good thing.

But Legion still had business to do.

Even if the opponent is royalty! He can’t give up ‘Thunder Zircon’.

“I really like this basement.”

-What do you mean?

Mark asked.

“It’s soundproof.”

-You’ve made a lot of money, so build something like this on your territory.

“That’s not it. If I get caught making a torture chamber, it’s a real shame.”

As Legion said, Emon and the guild members were being interrogated inside the building.

It’s called interrogation, but it was close to torture.

In times like this, Lich Mamon is perfect. His appearance alone is enough to cause a heart attack. When the light shines, the human appearance is slightly visible. If you look closely, it’s a bobbed skeleton. It seems to be a side effect of the jewel he swallowed last time, but it drives people into more fear.

Besides, isn’t Lich the best at torture?

I once asked Mamon.

“Do liches really catch people and peel off their skin, and experiment with attaching and detaching their limbs?”

“That is correct. Not only liches but also black magicians all perform healthy experiments.”

“How is that a healthy experiment? It’s grotesque. Ugh, I feel like throwing up.”

“Who does Your Excellency think developed human medical technology?”

“Huh? Medical technology? It’s a priest.”

“How can a priest develop medical technology? Priests only relied on divine power. They can’t do anything without divine power. The techniques for curing diseases passed down to doctors were passed down from us, the dark magicians.”

That makes absolutely no sense.

How can the guys who dissected human bodies and the doctors be the same? The connection between the two was not found in Legion’s head at all.

“We know the human and animal bodies best. Of course, we can also figure out what diseases they have.”

“So…… you’re saying that by experimenting with human bodies, you were able to cure diseases unintentionally?”

“That is correct. The opposite is also possible.”

“What opposite?”

“We can heal the human body, but we can also make it the most painful.”

“Torture?”

“That’s right.”

Lich Mamon answered proudly with a gleam in his eyes.

I never thought I would use that technology here.

-Aaaaaaak! Just…… kill me. Please kill me. I will do everything you tell me to do. I won’t lie anymore.