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Genius Warlock - Episode 215

"You must be tired, wouldn't it be better to rest??”

"it's okay.”

Oliver, carrying a huge hammer on his shoulder, and Joe, limping along, exchanged words..

Surprisingly, Joe spoke politely to Oliver..

It was sudden, but there was a reasonable reason for it..

The reason is none other than order.

Although Oliver did not join the fighter crew, he had to have a minimum level of authority while teaching black magic, and for that to happen, he insisted that everyone being taught, including Joe, respect Oliver..

‘Everyone has seen Dave's power, so there won't be anyone who thinks it's easy, but there are a lot of idiots here, so if you treat him kindly, there may be people who think he's on the same level. Therefore, from now on, I will treat everyone with respect, including myself. Dave, please rest in peace..’

Oliver politely declined, saying it was easier to use formal language, but he did not stop Joe from using it..

In the first place, the tone of speech was decided by the person speaking, so Oliver had no right to say this or that..

While thinking about the conversation they had in the past, Oliver arrived at the gym run by Dinklage..

As usual, muscular men were exercising and sweating profusely..

"oh! Did you come??!"

Dinklage, who is small in stature but has massive muscles, approached holding a dumbbell..

"how are you? Director.”

Oliver bowed slightly and Joe greeted in his usual curt manner..

Dinklage saw this and shouted to the men in the gym..

"Can you see everyone?! Watch and learn! Even the big guys who do business with crime firms show me respect just because I'm a member!! Learn some manners!”

At Dinklage's shout the members of the movement said, 'Yes, yes.' I answered half-heartedly.

"What's going on??”

"Day? Nothing special. It's just that I'm starting a new business and it's awkward because these guys don't comply with my reasonable high prices and try to lower the prices.."

"Is there anything that is reasonably expensive??”

"of course. Right here! .… But, where does Joe go and get beaten up these days??”

Dinklage glanced at Joe, who had bruises all over his body, and asked:.

Joe glanced at Oliver and nodded..

"yes.”

"To be exact, I trained.."

Oliver corrected Joe..

Although I may have been hit with a quarter staff, stabbed, punched, kicked, kneed, elbowed, or shot with black magic, it was just training, so I was never beaten..

Dinklage narrowed his eyes at Oliver..

"that..… I see. Rather, what is going on here? Judging from the luggage on his shoulder, it doesn't look like he came to exercise..”

"Yes, that's right. Actually, I came to see Mr. Smith..”

***

Small abandoned building next to the gym.

Although it wasn't close to collapsing, Oliver entered the crumbling building..

There was a little bit of dust floating around inside the building, perhaps because it wasn't cleaned well..

"Welcome... . uh?!”

Inside the building, a chubby man was organizing things..

He was none other than the warlock craftsman who created Big Mouth for Oliver..

"Mr. Dave?”

"Mr. Smith. hello?"

Oliver politely greeted the chubby warlock he had recently met, calling him by name..

The connection between people is so strange. He reunited at an illegal fighting game in Area X, had a good first meeting with Dinklage, and immediately entered into a partnership..

"Wait. Who said a good first date is a good first date? I was caught here after being counter-threatened.!”

"yes? From what I heard, the agreement was reached through sufficient discussion. Wasn't it??”

"agreement? I did do something. Because I ran out of money and had to search through trash cans. In the meantime, how could I refuse to find a place to stay and a place to do business??”

"Well then, isn't that okay??”

"Instead, they say they will take 50 percent of the profits. This is worse than in the gray market..”

"ah..… . Then, wouldn’t it have been better if we didn’t do business together??”

"As I said before, it was not a situation to refuse. He also threatened to report me to the crime firm if I refused. there was no choice."

"Ah, that's too bad... . I came here because I have something to ask..”

Without any sympathy for Smith's words, Oliver went straight to his own business. There was so much work to do that there was no time to waste..

Smith seemed to be hurt by Oliver's attitude, so he fell down on the counter and began to cry, which was unusual for his size..

"I hate this city! There is no one on my side! Damn city bastards! They're trying to turn away a nice and simple person from the countryside...…."

"Are you from the countryside??”

"Originally, there were more rural people in cities than city natives. How can there be so many people in a short period of time? I'm not a rat either!”

"oh..… . okay. It's an interesting story. You seem to be in a bad mood. Are you okay?.”

"Is there any way it could be okay…? ! I came to the city with pure hopes of becoming rich and living a life of debauchery, but everyone is just trying to rip me off?! The director here even makes us exercise every day! work out!!”

The chubby man fell on the counter again and shed tears..

Rather than being truly sad, it seemed closer to a state of mental exhaustion combined with fatigue and irritation..

Joe quietly approached Oliver and whispered,.

"Shall I hit you??”

"no. Why are you hitting me??”

"Usually, when you hit me, I stop crying..”

"Really?”

Oliver thought for a moment and then shook his head. That didn't seem right.

"I brought you a gift for the opening of the business. Wouldn't this make you feel a little better??”

"Sniff… … what is a gift?”

"They say cash is the best gift, so 10 million Randa.”

"Oh, really?”

Smith got up quickly, as if he had cried for a while. As expected, he was a person with a strong professional spirit..

“110 million rand?”

"yes."

"really?"

“yes.… . The Big Mouse you made is performing as well as it should..”

That was true. The Big Mouth, which he ordered partly out of curiosity, was currently one of the items Oliver was using the most after the quarter staff..

In a way, it was more than a corpse doll..

Although it could not be used in battle, it was truly groundbreaking to be able to collect a huge amount of loot without any burden after the battle. He also did things beyond Oliver's abilities..

In other words, without Big Mouth, we would not have been able to achieve results this quickly..

‘I benefited a lot from books, doll remnants, dead bodies, transporting laboratory supplies, etc..'

If you look at the value alone, it will easily exceed hundreds of millions of rand..

Therefore, it was not a waste for Oliver to give Smith, who made these items, 10 million Rand as a gift to commemorate the opening of the business..

It was a lot of money, but it was worth it. I had something else to ask.

After receiving the stiff bill as a gift, Smith straightened his hair and straightened his posture..

"Welcome to my new store. customer. What brought you here??”

"I came here because I have something to ask..”

Oliver placed the hammer wrapped in bandages on the counter..

thud. A heavy sound rang out..

"I think this is sloppy. Am I mistaken??”

"No, you saw it right..”

Oliver took off the bandage. Underneath the three layers of bandages was a hammer made of bright red flesh and white bone..

"This..…."

"It's a long explanation, but it was captured from a warlock I fought in the past. I tried to find out because it didn't seem like an ordinary item, but my talents are limited. function-”

“-Is it strong durability, vitality absorption, and wound stamina recovery through consumption??”

oh.… Oliver nodded at the accurate explanation..

"How did you know??”

“uh… .. Before answering, can you keep what I’m saying a secret??”

"yes.”

"Looks like something my teacher made.”

***

Master.

It was a word that was truly close yet distant to the warlock..

There are beings who act as teachers, but their name is Master..

Rather than a teacher who actually teaches and guides, he is closer to an owner..

By the way, Smith called him Master..

"Our teacher is a bit... . That's because he's a very unique person. For a warlock. Although I don't mean it well.”

"Oh, I see. By the way, it was really Master Smith who made this.?”

"That's right.”

Sincerity. It was amazing. Smith's skills were pretty good, so it could be expected that he would have had some good teachers, but this was more than that..

"So do you know this well??"

"no. I don't know the details.”

This too is an unexpected answer.

Joe approached with his fists clenched, intent on helping..

"Hey! I really don't know... . It's like a weapon made from human beings, but I only know the basic functions, but I don't know the details. This is Mr. Dinklage's business, so don't even dream of using violence against me. please.”

Oliver stopped Joe..

"sorry. Joe stop. Mr. Smith is just telling the truth..”

"Yes! I don't lie to anyone who gives me money... .. if possible.”

Once the commotion subsided, Oliver asked the question again..

"I have no idea, so how did you know that Master Smith made it??”

"Do you see this part here??”

Smith pointed to the lower part of the hammer. The earthquake area was visible through the Buddhist painting..

"This..…?”

"It's a bean stalk. The burn has spread a bit, but it's like a brand that the teacher puts on his work..”

"ah……."

"So, even though I don't know about this item, I do know that it was made by Master..”

"okay. So, you don't know anything about this stuff anymore.?”

"yes. I use people as materials, and other than the basic functions I mentioned earlier, I’m good at it… . I don't think I can help you."

hmm..… . Oliver thought for a moment. He was a little sad, but not too sad..

It's just something I'm curious about, but it's not something I'm curious about right away..

At best, it's a bit disappointing? ..… No, that wasn't it either..

I was told roughly how it was made, and I also knew who made it. This was a sufficient harvest..

There was also a way to study slowly after adjusting the laboratory equipment..

If you can't figure it out, disassembling it into pieces and researching it was an option..

While I was organizing the situation in my head, Smith suddenly said:.

"If you would like, would you like to meet my teacher??”

A truly unexpected proposal. Oliver asked reflexively..

"yes? do you know where you are?”

"No, he has a lot of wanderlust, debts, and grudges, so he's always wandering around and I don't know where he is. However, I know a way to contact you with a 50% chance..”

“50Percent?”

"Actually, it's 30 to 40 percent. maybe 20 percent......"

With those words, Smith took out a large envelope from the drawer. There was stiff paper inside..

".....Well, it's human skin.."

"Yes, it is the highest quality human skin processed to resemble paper. Just write down your business here and send it to me. If you're lucky, you'll reach Master. Shall I write it for you??”

A fairytale-like story. But Smith was sincere..

"Why are you suddenly doing this to me??”

Joe, who was watching from the side, became suspicious and intervened. There was a possibility that excessive favor in the back alley was a bait..

"Why are you doing this... ..Are you seriously asking this? Think about it. To Hugu, who gives 10 million rand as a gift for opening a business, no! If you do this kind of favor to your guests, wonder what kind of reward you will receive later! Of course, the probability that the letter will arrive is low, and even if it does, it is doubtful whether it will come, and even if it does, it will never help you for free, but it is true that I helped you, so you can sufficiently campaign later..”

".....That's awesome?”

"The words came out wrong. customer."

"What does it mean that it's not free even if you come??”

"What can I say, my teacher is very, very... . Because it's limited, there's no way to just help. He'll ask for some pocket money. Still, I doubt whether he will help properly..”

"hmm.… . how much do i have to pay.”

Smith thought for a moment and whispered in Oliver's ear..

"Well, that's about it... .. Can you call me one time??”

Oliver decided. It wasn't urgent, but there was no need to endure it if there was a way to satisfy my curiosity..

If it was a problem that could be solved with money, it wasn't that big of a problem at the moment..

After hearing the answer, Smith nodded, wrote a letter on human skin, folded the paper airplane, and flew it..

Surprisingly, the human plane flew beautifully high in the sky like magic..

"Originally, it had to be thrown from a high place, but-”

-Shut up!

A passing crow snatched away a flying bast plane..

Caw-caw-caw-

"......."

"......."

"......."

Oliver and Joe stare blankly at that scene.

Smith wrote again and closed the plane..

"It is more effective when thrown from a high place, and this is just an example to show that. Please follow me. I'll show you how to throw from a high place.”