Episode 1197
-Is the chair old?
The Death Knights looked at their juniors in wonder.
It’s unbelievable that a junior with some skill would suddenly fall backwards like that.
“Oh, no… Did you hear that right? Another demon worshipper…”
-Yeah. Those bastards of Prahgal.
“???”
Amrek became even more confused when the Death Knights reacted so calmly.
‘Am I weird?!’
The demon worshippers were not people who could be persuaded or commanded.
If they are mercenaries who joined without faith for the sake of gain, then it is better, but with true fanatics, it is impossible to even have a conversation.
But you can only give them limited orders.
how?!
“Room, can I ask how?”
“There is a woman called the Devil’s Granny, and she has a way to trick the bishops of other demon-worshiping sects. With that, she can now issue indirect orders.”
“As I said, it’s a risky deal.”
Professor Boladi spoke again.
As a professor at Ainrogard, even if he wasn’t a warlock, he knew the name of the witch hag.
These bizarre multidimensional beings often lead contracted magicians to ruin.
“We have carefully concluded the contract.”
“That’s true. And you weren’t even there.”
Professor Kirmin took Lee Han’s side. The Death Knights also joined in.
-I hope you did well. This isn’t the first time you’ve made a contract with a suspicious and dangerous entity.
-You and your master are getting along well. You don’t have to worry.
“But that…”
As Professor Boladi pointed out the differences between the Skeleton Principal and the Witch Hag, the room suddenly turned into a discussion room.
The topics of discussion were varied.
‘How dangerous is the Witch Hag?’, ‘Can someone who gets along well with the Skeleton Principal also get along well with the Witch Hag?’, ‘Why does Wodanaz always make contracts with dangerous beings?’, ‘The professor escaped, so why are you bringing this up again just because I made a contract?’, etc.
Amrek could only watch the conversation, dumbfounded.
no…
‘Evil, the evil god worshippers’ command ends here?’
Of course, I expected them to talk and explain at greater length, but the wizards showed no interest as if it was already a finished story.
Ibinta felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the sight of the knights of the Knights of the Knights of the Old Moon Knights.
‘Haha. I can’t help but be surprised. I understand.’
I always felt the sorrow of a normal person who was always alone among crazy people, but with this one more person added, I felt a sense of kinship.
“Hmm, ahem. Everyone? First of all… you decided to catch a wizard named Enster.”
The wizards returned to reality as Amrek coughed and spoke.
-That’s right. What will you do, Professor Bagrek? We will respect your choice.
“Let’s postpone mobilizing the demon worshippers.”
Professor Boladi’s answer was immediately met with boos.
-Ignoring the method my disciple has worked so hard to prepare! I knew it!
-You overprotective bastard. Think back to your school days! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself!
“That guy would have refused whatever method Wodanaz suggested!”
“Hey, everyone. Calm down.”
However, as a teacher, Lee Han stepped forward and stopped the people.
The Death Knights and Professor Kirmin, who had been booing excitedly, finally became a little quiet.
“Professor, you must have a reason for doing that. There must be another way to attack it… You wouldn’t have put it off because the witch was dangerous, would you?”
Lee Han turned around and asked Professor Boladi. The professor answered calmly.
“No. There is a reason for that too.”
“Can I go that way?”
Lee Han looked at the group that had been heckling him until just now and asked.
Why did you side with this guy when you were just going to boo him from the beginning?
-I’m glad you opened your eyes now. Please come quickly.
“In the first place, the magic you taught me wasn’t all that safe.”
The more I thought about it, the more absurd it became.
You filled your classes with such dangerous things and then you made a deal with the devil while you were away and you’re saying that?
“What are you talking about?”
Professor Boladi was puzzled.
It was as if he didn’t understand what his disciple had said.
“…It’s nothing! Haha. Anyway, is there another way?”
Lee Han changed the subject.
Because talking more seemed like it would only cause suffering to his soul.
* * *
Enster was a typical magical criminal. He was not wanted yet, but his actions were the same.
A wizard who is fascinated by the mysteries of magic and will do anything to reach deeper and darker realms.
As is often the case with undetected magical criminals, Enster had been quite careful and cunning in setting up his nest.
First of all, the location of the workshop was like that.
Sometimes, hot-tempered criminals would fearlessly set up shop in secluded places, but the norm was to set up shop in crowded places.
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The crowds of people coming and going act as shields and sunshades. Research and experiments can be conducted underground as well.
Next was the defense of the workshop.
These human-sized fighting dolls were quite expensive and could be exchanged for gold, silver, treasures, and reagents if one wanted to, but Enster did not do so.
The more you take something from others, the more you need to prepare for when it will be taken from you.
It wasn’t just the knights and wizards of the Empire that he feared. Rather, other magical criminals and remnants of evil worshippers were more dangerous to Enster.
Since there was no way to report it, it seemed like a safe that could be easily robbed. The only thing I could trust was my skills.
That’s why, instead of selling the golems out, Enster placed them densely to increase the defense of the fort.
If any intruders do manage to enter, they will be met with a barrage of powerful firepower.
Squeak-
Enster identified the core of the workshop located deepest underground.
Lastly and most importantly, there was the magic circle that supplied the magical power needed for the workshop and the means of escape.
The medium-distance teleportation scroll obtained from the ancient ruins was still intact.
Looking at the rate of weathering, I thought the scroll would probably break in about 10 years…
‘This is why scrolls with strong magic are problematic.’
Even if you pay a lot of money to get scrolls from ancient relics, these scrolls don’t last long once they’re outside.
But I couldn’t help it. This was a kind of life.
Enster checked the scroll and also checked the basement wall. This wall, which was the second escape route, was connected to another dimension, and he planned to escape this way if teleportation failed.
<<...Master. A new invitation has arrived...>>
For a moment, Enster felt his eyes and ears shaking.
The first floor of the workshop is open to the public.
On the first floor of this workshop, there was a small golem disguised as an Enster. This wizard often enjoyed using such a substitute.
Enster closed his eyes and changed his view. The worker he had hired from the workshop was bowing his head respectfully.
“What kind of invitation is this?”
“The city’s summoning wizards held a brief meeting, and they said they wanted to learn from Enster…”
“Ah! What an honor.”
But contempt flashed across Enster’s eyes.
There were countless gatherings in the empire where wizards with such low skills would gather among themselves and exchange worthless information.
A magical criminal like Enster could not help but despise such gatherings.
Those who lack skill are acting like that because they are only intoxicated with the pride of being a wizard…
There really was no point in attending unless you were going to kill wizards and loot their stuff.
“But it’s a shame. The golems I’m working on right now are a little late…”
“Okay! Then I will convey it like that.”
“You work hard.”
As the workers returned, Enster climbed up and replaced the golem.
Then he opened the city newspaper. Any city of any size in the empire would have at least one newspaper covering local affairs.
Enster, who had been blankly scanning the information, opened his eyes wide.
‘Lanbern suddenly disappeared!?’
…The Knights are suspicious of wandering mercenaries due to the sudden disappearance of Lord Langbern… The mercenaries are protesting that Lord Langbern may have gone hunting…
Of course, it could really have been a surprise attack by mercenaries, or it could have been a whimsical hunt or trip.
But Enster felt a sense of chill for some reason. It was because they knew each other’s former identities.
Of course, they weren’t close. Rather, their relationship was closer to one of wariness and hostility.
Because there was no guarantee that one of them wouldn’t take the initiative to keep the secret.
So, Langbern and Enster were on guard against each other in Langbern’s territory and Enster in Enster’s territory…
…What a disappearance.
‘Something is strange. Who is it?’
There were too many suspects.
There were other magical criminals, starting with wandering mercenaries, but the ones most suspected now were the remnants of the old church.
News of the recent revival of the Sanguiros sect also reached Enster’s ears.
What if these losers are so intoxicated with their ridiculous delusions that they come to threaten their former followers?
“Those damn guys. If you messed around without even understanding the topic and ended up in ruins, that’s the end of it. What’s your regret?”
With a bang, Enster kicked the chair away.
When the faith of the Sanguiros Church spread in the old West, this wizard also bowed and begged for power, but that was only when the authority of the church was high and the power of the faith was strong.
How much time and resources would it take to revive those who have fallen so drastically?
And would the empire really leave them alone in such a process?
A wizard like Enster had no intention of taking part in such an uncertain gamble. That was something only fanatics would do.
‘If they are going to seek out the old believers and force their cooperation, we must prepare. Should we report them?’
Enster, lost in thought, tried to summon the demon he had recently contracted.
As he was a demon who had made a contract with a high sacrifice, there was a high possibility that he would be of help in this situation.
Fish food-
“???”
Enster cast a bewildered look at the smoke rising above the magic circle.
As a powerful summoning wizard, this had never happened before.
It’s not like the magic failed, the magic succeeded but the contracted demon didn’t come out?
“What the…!”
Even if I had no luck, it couldn’t have been this bad.
It seemed that the demon either fled, taking into account the penalty for breaking the contract, or was attacked, the latter being most likely.
These days, things are so tense around me that even this kind of bad luck feels like a sign.
“Master, I brought you a letter.”
“…Ah! Bring it.”
He wanted to throw a chair at her and tell her to get out, but Enster remembered his reputation and held back.
I couldn’t do anything noticeable.
‘
Enster paused after reading the last letter.
A letter that just says ‘Antagondals’ without any beginning or end.
What the heck? What the heck is this…
“!!!!”
At that moment, Enster’s memories came back to him.
Magical criminal Antagondals!
I recently lost contact with him, so I thought he left the continent or died…?!
