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Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 508

[508Tue] Miser, miser

The first reaction of the knights was skepticism. It's not that I don't believe that there is magic. He seemed to believe that since he had come this far, there would be no way, no matter how much of a wizard he was..

Still, he had greater faith in the demon hero, so he responded quickly by sharing the information he had gathered when they were separated..

"All I've heard is that he was a magician who had been employed by Count Biraire even before he was born.."

The answer is that you don't know anything. In the end, I had to make my own decision..

"Secure the lord first. I'll take care of this.."

There was no question as to whether it would be okay. From the moment I took out all the corrosive bodies that had already surrounded Epagasiera in Rengi, they raised no objections to my skills and judgment. The knights quickly ran to the lord's room and smashed the door, and almost at the same time, I pulled out the esthetician and used my magic to cut down and kick the door..

The sight of the condensed magic dispersing along with the magic circle constructed so precisely that it could be described as being layered and stacked created a scene similar to firecrackers exploding in front of one's eyes..

While the fragments of the door, which had been blown apart by the kick as well as magical power, were scattering in all directions, what caught my eye was the wizard's abandoned warehouse, which had a very clean interior and numerous books..

And sitting on the bed, dressed in neat clothes, staring at me with a very calm expression, he was an impressive old demon gentleman with a side part hairstyle and a short, neatly trimmed white beard..

"That's an interesting ability. Is it cutting magical power??"

As soon as he opened his mouth I knew something was wrong..

While the magical power, the wood fragments, and even me were scattering before my eyes, everything had slowed down as if in slow motion, and only he was talking normally and tilting his head..

"But it seems like he lacks experience in competing directly with wizards. The direction is completely different from yours... but in a fight between magicians, destroying the opponent's magic power or nullifying the magic circle is the most basic thing.."

The moment he felt his eyes meet the old man's pale gray eyes, he got up and walked towards the hanger without the slightest sign of haste..

Just when I was about to feel dizzy because my mind could not keep up with the sight, it was only after hearing the 'ordinary' noise made by the knights who attacked the lord's room coming from behind that I could understand that I had stepped on a trap..

Thoughts flow at a rapid pace, as if sparks are flying in my head. While weighing all the possibilities, the old man is extremely relaxed..

"So, there is also a magic that can be activated by using it in reverse. Just like what you are going through right now. Of course, it's not something that can be completed overnight, but the results are always worth the effort, so even though it's annoying, I prepare diligently.."

After putting the coat on my shoulders, putting on the scarf, and even holding the cane that hung with the clothes, the old man nodded with satisfaction before his eyes turned to me again..

"anyway. Nice to meet you, a human friend with amazing abilities. I am a wizard called Emmett Rell Otnok. People often call him Emil the Miser. To add, I personally think this nickname is quite unfair. I'm not only good at saving money, I'm also good at spending it.."

The sound of something exploding is heard from behind, and the sight of signal flares fired by knights flying out the window where the old man's back is turned comes into view..

As a result, something like a belated warning alert was sounded not long after, but the old man, who proudly introduced himself as a miser, smiled leisurely as if that didn't matter, and turned the cane he was holding half a turn and pointed at me..

With just that movement, a vast amount of magical power began to gather at the tip of the staff, and soon a red-flaming sphere was created..

"I would love to hear you introduce yourself.."

A fireball suddenly burned and took shape as if it would devour everything around it and flew towards me..

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Emmett looked away from the fireball that escaped his wand and flew towards the visitor and glanced out the window. It is very obvious what the signal falling like a shooting star across the night sky means..

The Church was not stupid, and Count Virrere's half-baked plan failed..

'That's it for the beer rare..'

It seems that all the fighting troops in the inner city are dead, and because of the sudden attack, all the wizards capable of long-distance communication are dead, leaving only him alone, and the lord's room is still noisy. At the time, Count Biraire's spiritual appearance was similar to that of his father, and there was nothing special about it, so there would be no way to overcome this situation unless Emmet sent a communication to the Demon Lord's army..

And Emmett had no intention of doing so. Because he didn't get what he deserved.

Even before the morning sun rises, Birair falls into the hands of the Order. It was a city that had been preserved for a long time, but since Emmett had no particular attachment to the location, it was not very disappointing..

'So, you should have listened carefully to the story from the previous generation, which said not to hit the ransom..'

It's not that I didn't work. Emmett was confident that he had done a good job for what he was paid for. It was just that the salary he received was low, so he only worked as Emmet the Advisor, not Emmet the Wizard..

The previous Earl of Birre had an eye for accurately seeing his own worth, and the previous Earl of Birre had the wisdom to respect the decisions made by his father, but the contemporary Count of Birre had neither, so Emmet's salary is excessive. considered.

Rather than an intention to fire Emmett, it was largely the result of a one-dimensional thinking that focused more on the luxury one could enjoy while employing a wizard who had been with the family for a long time at a low price..

So instead of firing Emmett, he suggested a pay cut, and Emmett agreed without saying anything and agreed to work as much as he was paid. He did not necessarily explain his necessity. Because Emmett had no hobby of persuading others without compensation..

Appropriate abilities are provided only to those who fully recognize their worth. That was the rule that Emmett had set for himself, and the berares of the time were making their own decisions and, unfortunately, paying the full price for them..

Besides that, he had many rules..

"Fuck life. Anyway, nothing goes smoothly."

For example, even if the person tried to kill you, if you are judged to be 'worthy', you will be qualified to 'trade' through a test..

"The young friend is amazing. I have the qualities of a wizard."

So, I didn't bother to explain and took the time to give the visitor some time to analyze the situation he was in..

Even if I could analyze it, if I didn't have the ability to solve it, I would have died from the blow just now, but I wasn't particularly sorry. After all, the visitor also came to kill him..

Occasionally, despite this 'consideration', there were people who showed up in a hostile manner... but this visitor seemed to be different from those robbers..

"...Elderly. I'm asking this because I'm really curious, but have all the magicians who want to play have a part of their mind gone crazy like an old man??"

Emmett, who quickly realized that his trap did not stop time but simply blocked the movement of the surrounding area using magic, smiled mischievously after seeing that the visitor had deployed a shield through the gauntlet..

Emmet became happy for the first time in a long time, seeing the human who not only deployed the shield but also began to control the magical power of the trap and was already able to speak normally..

"Hit me a little...? I think you're talking about a talented wizard, but such a person's knowledge is always expensive. do you have money?"

"...Do you also accept Eshnua Empire gold coins??"

Competent and communicative people are always fun, regardless of their race..

"In my experience, they are all similar friends. There are few friends who can be called normal.."

After answering, he raised the hand that was not holding the staff and lifted it, and the human, who looked like he was shocked by the world, slowly moved his hand to his waist and took out a gold coin..

"...If I tell you who I am, will you give me a discount??"

"I'm not stupid enough to have to hear from the mouth of a human who knows how to use magic and divine power. Rumors from the battlefield spread faster than you think, warrior friend.."

Emmet couldn't hide the corners of his mouth turning up as he watched the demon hero flipping the gold coin with a shit-chewing expression..

For giving me a real gold coin?

Rather, the cause was the actions of that cunning visitor, who not only calmly bought time through this process, but also tried to understand the scope of the trap by checking where and how the gold coins changed after leaving his grasp..

A good deal can only be achieved when two competent people come together. In that sense, the warrior had a very strong scent of a favored customer..

As soon as he got out of the range of the trap, Emmet used his magic to catch the gold coins flying at extremely high speed and continued talking, pretending not to notice..

"Do you have any more questions? It's been a while since I've been able to make money this easily, so I want to earn as much as I can while I can.."

"What is the cost of not sending communications to the devil's army??"

Body movements and speech are natural. Emmet was slightly impressed when he realized that the demon hero had already almost escaped the trap..

Still, even though it was a trap that was made with a lot of effort, I never thought it would only buy me this much time. I was just paying attention, but it was clear that if there was an opening, they would attack at any time..

"Two Eshnua gold coins."

As I warmed up the artifact I was carrying and prepared a defensive spell and calmly stated the price, the demon hero frowned again..

But apart from that, a new gold coin popped out from the warrior's arms. It was exactly two Eshnua gold coins..

"It's a bit weird for me to say this, but... isn't it too cheap??"

"I think so too, but when converted to the salary paid to me by Birrare at the time, it is roughly double the amount.."

Even though I said it myself, I shrugged my shoulders as if I was lamenting it and looked at the reaction..

How will it come out??

The demon gods have chosen the human race as warriors, and they have actually come this far for the demon religion, so they will not discriminate between races..

But being able to have a sincere conversation like this with an enemy is a different matter. The warrior looked at him and asked if he had lost his mind, but in Emmet's opinion, the hero was also the kind of person who had lost his mind to a great extent..

And if the hero really likes it, it is clear that this transaction can end satisfactorily for both sides..

"Are you willing to hire us if we pay three times more??"

The warrior did not disappoint Emmett's expectations..

"I'll show you my value, and then you can negotiate the price properly.."

As soon as Emmet activated the magic, the hero jumped out of his seat and leapt forward, swinging his brilliantly shining sword..