Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 280

Episode 280 Summoning (2)

The sound suddenly disappeared from the collapsed Wyvern Tavern.

The intrusion of an inattentive guest.

The group that had been enjoying the violent situation froze with smiling faces.

The eyes that had been moving slowly were fixed on one spot. Brody, who had been providing a spectacle until just now, disappeared outside the tavern.

Squeak. Squeak… … .

The tavern door screamed quietly.

Brody didn't come back. Bald Baldar, who had been staring blankly at the entrance, opened his mouth.

"……wizard?"

Yeah, that was magic just now.

As soon as I realized that, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

Although the sudden appearance of the wizard was disconcerting, one question that came to mind was more problematic than anything else.

Why on earth did a wizard show up at this tavern today, when Frankie's gang and Iron Fist were gathered? And a wizard that had never been seen before in the Dominion.

Now that I think about it, maybe my entering the bar without hesitation was planned.

Whatever it was, it was too suspicious to be passed over lightly. It was too coincidental to be dismissed as a mere coincidence.

So I decided not to think that way.

It was a very natural judgment in the back alleys of the Dominion.

Slurp.

Frankie pulled out two short scimitars and aimed them at Verden.

“Hey, wizard. What are you doing? Who told you to come here? Huh?”

“I came here because I was recommended to do so.”

“This kid is blatantly pretending not to know? Does he look like a f*cking god to us? Hey, who the hell told you to soak us?”

Frankie shouted.

It was a voice that revealed hostility, but also contained fear.

'Do you think I got a favor?'

It was absurd for Verden.

Because it wasn't him who started the fight, it was them.

I didn't really feel it was worth correcting the misunderstanding, but it seemed like the other person had no intention of listening in the first place.

Frankie and Baldar reveal their hostility.

The two made eye contact and nodded simultaneously.

The decision was made to deal with the uninvited guest first before continuing negotiations.

As soon as they reached an agreement, they took action.

“Break one of that kid’s arms and drag him in front of me.”

“Don’t kill him. We need to find out who ordered him to do it.”

At the command of each leader, the members of the organization simultaneously drew their weapons.

Without saying who would go first, they kicked the ground and charged forward with all their might. Although wizards have frail bodies like ordinary people, they are more dangerous than sharp swords and axes, according to their perception.

That means, if you go into close combat, you can catch it easily.

There's a commotion behind me.

Berden stood up from his seat and spoke to the employee.

“Order again. Bring me one of your best dishes.”

“Hey, customer?!”

Verden turned his back.

The bar owner and employees tried to stop them, but it was too late.

Immediately afterwards, a gray-robed wizard clashed with the oncoming hordes.

Crunch! Crunch!

A scream is heard from the air, accompanied by a loud noise.

Those who had lost their breath in one blow fell out, and some of them, like Brody, did not return from outside.

Weapons that had lost their owners scattered across the floor, drawing trajectories. No one who tried to escape was able to escape.

One-sided violence.

The innkeeper, who had been staring at the sight with a dumbfounded expression, opened his mouth.

“……I’ll go and cook some food.”

“I, I’ll go with you, Father.”

Two people entered the kitchen.

Turn on the heat and put oil in the frying pan.

The aged meat was cooked quickly as if it were being fried, but I didn't have to worry about the finished food getting cold.

Rather, I was anxious that I might make the guests wait.

* * *

Hehehehe!

The horse neighed as the coachman pulled hard on the reins.

A black carriage, reaching its limit of speed, cut through the middle of the road roughly.

“Whoa!”

“What, what?!

Citizens who saw the runaway carriage were terrified and retreated.

The guard patrolling nearby just watched. There was no way to stop it anyway, and if he tried desperately to stop it, he would most likely die for no reason.

Since the lord does not care for the people, they also do not devote themselves.

Padreld galloped through such an autonomous territory.

I heard curses from the citizens passing by, but I had no time to pay attention.

'Asher has already gone north.'

Of course, I would have gone to the collapsed Wyvern Tavern.

Because it was the only store that Padreld personally recommended. If Frankie and Baldar were not careful, they might have started a fight without knowing what to do and ended up in a fight. Even without looking, I could tell what the outcome would be.

“No……! But why on earth are we negotiating in a tavern?!”

He clenched his fist, his expression distorted.

Why crawl outside when you could just sit down in a back alley somewhere and have a quiet conversation? It's not like you're advertising that you're negotiating or anything.

Padreld was so annoyed that he even started to resent them both.

Finally, we arrived in front of the tavern.

He suddenly stopped the carriage and jumped out.

But the situation has already occurred.

"crazy."

A group of men who appear to be members of Iron Fist and Frankie's gang are lying around outside the tavern.

They were neither dead nor had any major injuries, but they were all unconscious.

In contrast, the inside of the building was eerily quiet.

Padreld, feeling creepy, quietly walked away.

As I pushed open the old wooden door and stepped inside, the expected sight unfolded before my eyes.

“…….”

Baldar sits leaning against the wall, his head hanging.

The iron fists, harder than rock, were spotless. Frankie's twin swords were like rubble, one with the floor.

Dozens of people, including the two of them, were lying helplessly. Almost half of them appeared to have passed out while trying to escape from the tavern.

But the tavern wasn't damaged at all.

Not a single table was broken, and the dents in the old walls were just as they had been before.

It meant that without using any powerful magic like the <Lightning> we saw last time… …they easily subdued the two forces that were occupying a spot in the back alley. And in close combat at that.

Padreld slowly rolled his eyes.

There was Verden.

The magician in the wall, sitting in the corner of the bar with the bar owner and staff in front of him, had already finished an early dinner.

“It tastes pretty good, just like you said, Padreld.”

Verden emptied his wine glass.

He took out a few bills, paid the fare, and stood up.

The tavern owner and his staff bowed silently. Padreld smiled awkwardly as he watched Verden approach.

“Haha, I’m glad you liked it. But this is…….”

“I sat down in the empty seat and he suddenly started a fight. I easily subdued him, so he’ll probably wake up later.”

Didn't kill him.

Verden was not a murderer.

“By the way, what happened to the work I gave you?”

“Oh, yes. Most of it has been taken care of without a hitch. We have rented a mansion classified as the best in the Dominion for Asher to stay in, and we have also procured a carriage for him to use.”

Padreld swallowed once and continued speaking.

“And six of the nine gangs in the back alley have expressed their willingness to meet in two days when I requested. Now the remaining three were the problem… two of them have just been resolved.”

“If there are two…….”

Verden pointed to the unconscious members of the organization.

Padreld nodded and grabbed Baldar and Franky by the scruff of their necks.

“These two people here are the leaders of those organizations.”

“…….”

Verden frowned.

* * *

Verden was clear about his goals.

And he set the steps to achieve it, and he was preparing and taking action to achieve it one by one from the bottom up.

But in the meantime, there was a promise with the ark.

If Verden succeeds in overcoming the ancient ordeal of the Tomb of the Demon King, he will be able to gain limited access to the Ark.

An exceptional condition whereby one may be given a trial and receive compensation for it, while not having to fulfill the duties of the ark.

However, this does not mean that you are free from all obligations.

One is to attend the meeting of the ark once, and the other is to save humanity when it is on the brink of extinction.

In fact, you can think of the latter as non-existent, because such a situation is unlikely to occur easily.

What Verden paid the most attention to was electronics.

'There is about a month left until the Ark Conference begins.'

I don't know yet how the Ark will approach it, because I haven't heard any details about that meeting.

Maybe you'll be taken to a remote location on a flying machine that can teleport.

Even without that, I couldn't have guessed how long it would take.

I can't ignore it now.

It was a promise, and thanks to that, I was able to get to where I am today.

'So I tried to contact the organization that was hostile to the Bohemian Tower.'

There's a problem.

It was at the level of an autonomous territory.

Up until now, Verden has met and worked with talented people with outstanding skills in each field.

Pale of the Duchy of Liviant sold Verden the information he wanted and arranged several commissions, allowing him to gain various experiences and wealth.

And Ferne of the Kingdom of Estyria, Pale's junior.

Even then and now, looking back, I couldn't believe it at all at first glance, but later on, he made great contributions as an information broker only for Verden.

No matter what anyone says, these two people were the perfect helpers to assist Verden.

'Of course, it's not right to compare the information merchants Pale and Fernet… … .'

Even so, this wasn't it.

Based on Robert's information and Padreld's comments, I thought it would be useful, but when I saw it in person, it was worse than I had imagined.

I thought it would be at least as powerful as Loafra or Padreld.

“The power that rules the back alleys of the Midloth Dominion is nothing more than a bunch of thugs.”

How can combat ability be surpassed? There was no particular need for humanity either.

After all, what Verden needed was information about the events taking place in the Dominion.

But the problem was the control over the organization and the level of its members.

When it was advantageous for them, they followed Frankie and Baldar's orders respectively, but when it became disadvantageous, they quickly fell apart.

It's literally like a grain of sand. It's comparable to a group of ordinary people.

How much of the information they bring back is correct? And how long does it take to collect it?

Of course it would be disappointing.

The Dominion's Mansion.

Padreld, who had been watching Verden's expression, quickly took care of it.

“Well, Baldar and Frankie are natives of the Dominion, so they have good ears. Let’s give them a chance at least once…….”

“I plan on using it since I’ve come this far anyway. But I think it would be better not to have high expectations.”

It was a heartless voice.

Padreld swallowed and bowed his head slightly.

“……I will not let you down, Asher, any longer.”

Padreld stepped back and left the mansion.

The place he was headed to was where Frankie and Baldar were.

I had to let these two idiots know what they were up to today.

Of course, as Padreld thought, Verden was not at all angry at being attacked.

I didn't feel any discomfort because it was a novel experience to be involved in a fight at a bar.

“…….”

Verden looked outside, lost in thought.

After some time had passed, we decided to change the direction of the plan.

The opponent hid his appearance in the darkness.

Berden, who is trying to find him, does not have anyone specializing in handling information, and does not have much time.

'So we have no choice but to drag it outside.'

It gives up the same level of secrecy that you get when using information exchanges.

Instead, it will move in large numbers to collect large amounts of information with low accuracy.

From making judgments about information to taking action.

Verden decided to take a bold step forward and intervene directly throughout the process.

And two days passed.

The forces of the Dominion were called together in one place.