Genius Warlock - Episode 14
14. distributing roles (2)
A few days later, material supply began again..
However, there was one thing that changed: unusually, a lower-level disciple rather than a middle-level disciple took charge of the work..
The reasons were production efficiency due to the short delivery date, improved responsibility through expanded duties of junior disciples, and ability training.,
The lower-level disciples who had lived in this place knew that it was only a facade..
Most likely, he passed the burden on to the lower-level disciples in order to save the relatively valuable middle-level disciples. If you're going to replace it, there's already a lot out there..
But there was nothing a low-level disciple could do even if he knew what was going on..
The warlock said, “If a superior criticizes you, criticize me.”.
They had to bow their heads and express their gratitude for the increased duties, and practice short-term handoffs and emotional elicitation..
Oh, except for one person. oliver.
Shuhuahahaha――!
”It's done.“
Oliver said and closed the test tube containing life force..
Peter took the test tube and put it in his bag, then took out a few round bundles of money from his sling bag and gave them to the man with the gold teeth and sunglasses..
What was that? Did you say he was a loan shark? Anyway, he gave an unpleasant smile, took several bundles of money in the name of a fee, and gave three or four bills to the person whose life was being sucked..
”Let's go now..“
”Ugh. Please go in safely. Hope to see you again next time.“
The loan shark waved his hand to see him off. Peter seemed uncomfortable with such a loan shark, so he took Oliver with him and hurried his steps even further..
After leaving the shabby building and walking for a while, Peter sighed and looked over the list..
”under·····. this.“
”Why are you doing this??“
”I come out in the morning after eating and walk around all day, but there is no sign of work slowing down..“
It was like that. That was true. It was only natural that, unlike other lower-class disciples, Oliver and Peter did work that was almost several times that of others..
The reason was that Oliver was the only one of the lower-class disciples who could extract vitality. Thanks to this, he was excluded from the task of extracting emotions, but he was able to do the task of extracting vitality alone..
Oliver was okay because the work itself was fun, but he was never the type of person to assist Peter by his side..
There's no telling when it will end, so people from above are urging us to hurry up, and more than anything, it's only been a few days since we saw blood from the attackers. It was truly unsettling..
The range of movement was wide, so the possibility of being attacked was high. More than anything···.
Growling····.
Peter looked at the rumbling ship and checked the time. 1:20 PM. I missed lunch because I was working..
Peter took Oliver out of the back alley and onto the main street..
The streets that were once busy were noticeably less crowded, but more than half of the buildings were empty, and many houses had boarded up windows..
Still, as if nothing had changed, the hot dog booth in the plaza was still in place..
”Wait a minute.“
Peter spoke to Oliver and then went to the hot dog booth..
After a while, he returned with a hot dog topped with mustard and pickle toppings..
”Take one of these.“
Oliver ate the hot dog as Peter said, and Peter also filled his stomach with hot dogs..
There wasn't a single conversation between the two while they were eating, and as Peter looked at Oliver silently, he wondered if this was how geniuses were supposed to be..
He came in as a temporary disciple and became a full-time disciple in less than ten days, easily surpassing those of us who have been here for several years..
But what bothered me the most was that I had no idea of his true feelings rather than his actions..
He looks gloomy and even stupid at times, and although he usually seemed calm like his temporary disciples, he was actually active at odd times, causing tension around him..
He is outstanding even among intermediate disciples, enough to make even Andrew Line's Lotso nervous..
It still occurred to me. As soon as Oliver pulled out his life force, his face was shocked..
I was even more impressed because he always kept a poker face..
Perhaps it was a conspiracy that led Oliver to take on this task... Meet an attacker and experience unexpected misfortune..
Well, there was nothing strange about it. It is the law of a warlock to cut off large shoots that threaten one's position before they grow..
That's why Peter has been the host for the rest of his life..
However, despite such efforts, it became dangerous as she became involved with Oliver..
If they had really pushed Oliver into this project with the intention of killing him, Peter would have died along with him as a bonus... Yes, as a bonus..
It occurred to me that life really sucks. Like a boat that just gets swept away by the waves..
”What is that??“
Oliver suddenly asked a question..
With a childlike, innocent, goofy face, Oliver pointed in one direction, where workers in shabby clothes were protesting, dragging their worn-out shoes..
”Relocating the factory is death.!“
”It's death!“
”It's death!“
”give us a job!!“
”job!“
”job!“
The protest of workers in their 40s and 50s looked somewhat sad and difficult, but Peter frowned and shook his head..
”Remember what Lotso said a few days ago?“
”Which one??“
”····. This city's factories are escaping to Landa..“
”Uh, yeah.“
”I'm protesting not to do that. Then you will lose your job.“
Oliver nodded numbly, as if he really understood..
The appearance was strangely unfriendly, but it made people uncomfortable by making it difficult to understand what was going on..
”I do not know well but····. Then, can’t we go to Landa? looking for a job?“
Peter opened his mouth after an unusual silence..
”It's not that easy.“
”is that so?“
”Uh, okay. First of all, it's not easy to leave where you live. There are people like that, but on the other hand, there are also people who aren't like that. Above all, if you go to Landa, the situation doesn't really get any better..“
”····. Can you explain in more detail??“
Peter thought for a moment..
It was okay to tell him or not, but looking at his expression full of curiosity, it wasn't easy to refuse..
In the end, I thought I was crazy and opened my mouth..
”Landa has been growing for a long time, but now it is growing even faster. So much so that the map changes every day. It's like a monster. A monster that preys on surrounding cities, villages, and fishing villages. I think people who get eaten by such monsters will be happy.?“
”hmm···. no?“
”that's right. 12 hours a day is standard, and there are times when you work 18 hours. It's no different with kids. On the other hand, the money is not even a small amount, and those who pay rent are no different from thieves, so they live by squeezing here and there every day..“
”You know very well.?“
”I lived there.“
Peter said. Even though there is no need to say it.
”They originally lived in a small fishing village above Landa, but were eventually driven out when a fishing factory came in. The whole family went to Landa to look for work, and that's when all hell began..“
When Peter thought of that time, his eyes suddenly darkened. That's what poverty is. In particular, the level of poverty in Landa was extraordinary..
”Then you followed the master.?“
Peter's eyebrows twitched. It wasn't that I felt bad for interfering, it was that I was surprised. I thought you knew how to talk like this..
”uh···? Uh, okay. The owner said he was looking for a talented child... He offered my father money he couldn't refuse, and eventually he handed me over to my master. But don't get me wrong he said. Because I’m happy to be here too. Life is much better, and there is hope. If I learn black magic here, one day I will be able to run my own business and make a living..“
In fact, the last statement was a lie. There was a time when I dreamed of becoming independent as a warlock, but that was all a story now..
The reason is none other than internal competition..
The competition in the warlock organization was more fierce and shady than expected, and in particular, promotion was virtually impossible due to the faction centered around Andrew, the second-in-command of the organization..
Realizing this fact, Peter practically gave up on his dream..
For now, I just hope to spend each day peacefully. Don't let anyone notice you and die from food poisoning..
Peter suddenly felt disgusted. The disgust for this situation, no, maybe it was the disgust for myself..
About myself, who can't do anything and lives around being swayed here and there..
”Let's get back to work now.“
Peter said to shake off the gloom.
Work begins again.
Peter entered the multi-generational house with Oliver and paid the rent for those who were behind on rent, and extracted their life force in return..
Next, I went to a small loan shark's office in the basement and settled the debts of the debtors, draining that much of my vitality..
While I was constantly moving around and working, Oliver spoke to me..
”Well, can I ask you something??“
I wanted to tell him not to do it because it felt difficult, but he was still afraid of Oliver and asked Peter what he was curious about. However, a question came up that was more shocking than expected..
”Am I dangerous??“
Peter stopped in a dark alley..
”what is that····.“
”Someone said that to me. They told me not to act too conspicuously and to be careful, it's dangerous... Is it true??“
”······.“
Peter kept his mouth shut. The reason was that I didn't know how to answer..
How should I answer? Should I be ignorant? Or should I lie and say it's safe??
When I saw his usual stupid appearance, I felt like I could just gloss over it, but when I remembered his sharp appearance that came out every now and then, I couldn't answer easily..
What if I respond clumsily and the guy attacks me? I'm not confident I can win?
It was then. I guess I ran out of patience when Oliver suddenly approached me..
Peter was embarrassed and raised his hand to tell him to calm down, but Oliver didn't care and grabbed Peter's shoulder..
Although his strength wasn't that great, he was already so discouraged that he couldn't resist, and as he was dragged, Peter was thrown between a huge trash can and a protruding cement wall..
”Come on, let’s sleep.·····.“
Oliver opened the lid of the test tube without listening to Peter..
For a moment, the word death passed through my mind. To die without being able to do anything like this, being swept away in vain.····.
At that time, Oliver extracted the emotion and chanted..
[black shielder×2]
Black shield spread on both front and back. Then a gunshot rang out..
Wow――――――!
Wow――――――!
A heavy sound as if it were being smashed..
Time passed, but it was a familiar sound..
A sound often heard in the slums. It was a shotgun. It is also a modified shotgun that is mainly used in fights between gangs..
Pressure came from both sides, as if he was planning to kill him, but Oliver managed to prevent it. Without blinking an eye.
”Is it an attack??“
”····. uh!“
Peter was embarrassed and shouted back..
As soon as he could answer, Oliver instantly condensed the black shield deployed behind him and blew it away..
[Hate Bullet]
The sound of falling down was heard along with a short gasp..
When Peter peeked out his face, he could see the attacker wearing a funny mask..
Even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was embarrassed..
Peter shouted without realizing it..
”That thing is just powerful. I can't fire a few shots. You have to catch it. alive!“
With those words, the attacker began to run away..
I was about to run straight into the alley, but Oliver blocked my path by shooting Hate Bullet accurately..
bang-! Kwakwang――!
”Mr. Geese······!“
The attacker pauses in confusion..
Oliver asked.
”They need to catch him alive.?“
”huh! alive!“
”Stay alive····.“
Oliver muttered and began to extract emotions from the test tube and fiddle with them..
However, the attacker did not wait quietly, and since he had nowhere to run, he took out a scroll from his pocket. Yes, the scroll..
Peter knew instinctively. I hope that guy uses the teleport scroll to escape now.!
”this····!“
”late. Goodbye, sick... Yes.?“
Just as the attacker opened the scroll and tried to escape. Oliver shot something a half beat faster..
It was black magic that Peter had never seen before in his life. If I had to express it, it was like a spider web..
It's a spider web that flies like a net and catches people immobile..
”Uh, this works.?“
Oliver says it's nothing.
Peter looked up at him blankly and asked.
”Well, that is····?“
”hmm····. Should I call it a Cling Spider Web??“
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