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[An error occurred while working on a new magic record.]
[Incorrect information input was detected.]
[Do you want to start analyzing and modifying the entered information?]
Dojin blinked at the message that appeared before his eyes.
What is this now? What is this? The Book of Truth is committing fraud again.
Dojin, who thought quickly, quickly accepted the task.
Then, the black smoke that had almost completely disappeared was sucked into the magic circuit, and the tingling pain continued for a moment.
[A logical error in the magic “Creating Evil Spirits” that was being recorded has been discovered and corrected.]
[Magic is recorded based on newly established theory.]
[A new magic, “Creation of Evil Spirits,” has been recorded.]
Dojin, who checked the message, clenched his fist.
‘This is a game of luck!’
There is a way for any class, not just Silk Wizards, to randomly acquire valuable skills.
In most cases like that, 99 times out of 100, the goddess of fortune turns her back on you and you end up drinking the bitter cup of failure.
Just now, Dojin was also an ordinary human being.
But the realm of luck tends to lose its power in the face of greater luck.
Slot machines? There is no business without probability manipulation.
Even the dead skill books that died due to failure were forcibly resurrected and skills were extracted!
Dojin cheered at the fraudulence of the Book of Truth. Of course, he kept his mouth shut and enjoyed it alone, as he had been secretly writing the skill book in a corner without Shisala knowing.
If you like it too much, it will be obvious that you are keeping something precious to yourself.
Anyway, Dojin, who had been manipulating the probability of the truth, which was like a supercomputer in the magic world, and had improved his skills day by day, finished the exploration with a very satisfied expression on his face.
Then I looked back and saw Sisala struggling under the narrow laboratory bench.
Dojin spoke to her like that.
“Sisala, take what’s here.”
Sisala’s movements stopped.
Sisala, who was driving in reverse, limping and crawling, asked with a look of dust all over her face.
“What, what did you just say…?”
“Take everything here. They’re all useless to me anyway.”
From Dojin’s perspective, it was a concession made after he had already taken everything that was useful to him.
However, from Sisalay’s point of view, it seemed like a favor that was almost like a favor to the point of being groundless.
She asked with her mouth wide open.
“Those alone would cost a fortune, wouldn’t they?”
His hands were trembling as he pointed to a considerable amount of magic stones, various reagents, and equipment used for production and experiments.
“And these things here! These materials are of immense value.”
I know. If I take it and sell it, I can probably make a lot of gold.
However, Dojin decided that it would be better to give it to Sisala rather than just collect a few gold coins right away.
This will accelerate her growth as a producer, and by investing in advance, you will also be buying shares in the human named Sisala Omen.
But you have to be moderate in your appearance. People might think you are just passing it on because they don’t know its value.
“I know. Since it’s data from experiments using people as material, it’s not only disgusting, but also rare.”
“But you’re giving me all of this? You’re not even sharing it?”
“I thought about it after seeing the magic stone bomb you gave me earlier, but it seems like Sisala has a talent for making things. These things here are related to making, so let’s check them out. See if making things is Sisala’s calling.”
“Oh, no matter what, it’s too much. Not only the equipment and materials, but the data must also be extremely rare.”
“Just take it. You can pay it back later when things go well.”
If we provide a path to follow and provide direct and indirect support for materials, equipment, and even money for research and growth, the time when Sisala Omen will see the light of day will be significantly accelerated.
Pushing useful chess pieces to grow quickly was also a way to make the game easier to solve.
* * *
Two days after returning to Jeron.
Dojin was saying goodbye to Sisala on the outskirts of Jeron.
“Thank you so much for the past few days.”
Shisala shook her head at Dojin’s words.
“What are you talking about? It was nothing compared to what I received.”
Dojin smiled silently.
As we cleared the dungeon together, Sisala became closer to us and began to show us various expressions, unlike before.
By the way, the current favorability rating of Shisala Omen that Dojin has accumulated is 57.
Considering that the upper limit of NPC affection is 70 unless there is a special reason, 57 would be considered pretty close.
“I guess I should go now. If I delay any longer, I might end up sleeping on the streets.”
That must be why.
What makes Sisalay particularly sad is the separation that is right in front of her.
With a sad smile on her lips, Sisala said.
“I have a lot to say, but it’s all so cringey that I can’t say them. I think I’ll feel embarrassed the next time I see you. But I really want to say this. Thank you. Thanks to you, I think I can improve as a magician. I’ll train hard with what Dojin gave me, and next time I see you, I’ll show you that I’ve reached a higher level.”
“Don’t be thankful. You’ll get what you deserve later.”
“Yes, yes. I guess so. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back with interest.”
“I’m not joking.”
“I’m not joking either, am I?”
Dojin and Sisala, who were laughing while sharing a joke that sounded like a serious story, shook hands for a bit.
“then.”
“I wish you good luck on your journey.”
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So Dojin left the magical city.
* * *
After finishing the dungeon raid, I stayed in Jeron for two more days and learned a few more spells.
Phagectic.
When I used one of them, “Discharge”, blue sparks appeared in my hand.
I was bored while walking, so I was trying out the new spells I had learned one by one.
However, the magic I wanted to use the most, “Create Evil Spirit”, was a 4-star magic, so I couldn’t use it yet.
“Oh, are they all here already?”
It was a distance that would take several hours to walk.
Perhaps because I was so absorbed in the magic, I arrived at the gate before I knew it.
The gateway mentioned here is not the gateway you pass through when crossing dimensions, but the checkpoints installed between regions.
There weren’t many people on the way here, but since it was a place where many roads converged, the line of people waiting for the security checkpoint was quite long.
Joining the procession that seemed to have stopped and showed no sign of slowing down, Dojin looked at the large iron gate in the distance.
‘If it were like before, I would have passed through there.’
It was a special passage for nobles, the wealthy, and other influential people.
In my previous life as a famous adventurer, I could just walk past that place, but now I’m a level 10 adventurer who has to stand in line and pass through the security checkpoint.
Merchants carrying bundles on their backs, farmers trying to calm their sullen horses in shabby carts, and rough-looking, low-level mercenaries.
As I was looking at the line of people without power or influence, a harsh shout erupted from up front.
“Why are you trying to cross the checkpoint at this hour? It looks like you’re trying to smuggle something by hiding it behind the carriage!”
Dojin tilted his head back and looked ahead.
A soldier with a scowling expression is yelling at a middle-aged man and his daughter.
“Oh my, Your Majesty! Smuggling! Absolutely not!”
“Hey, Rogen. Search the carriage bed. I’m sure you’ll find something.”
“Yes, Sergeant.”
The soldier whose name was called walked towards the cargo hold with a grin.
Even though it had flimsy hinges, it fell off without any strength after a few blows from the heavy pommel, which was strong enough to break a person’s head.
“Let’s see what you’ve hidden!”
The wide-open wagon hold was filled with sacks of grain.
“That’s too much for someone who’s just returning to the village. There must be something hidden in here that he’s trying to get through.”
The soldier named Logan, who saw this, raised his sword with a familiar movement and cut the grain sack with a sharp cut.
It was only natural that the wheat grains would spill out through the poorly cut sacks.
“Oh my! Sir, that’s really not true! That’s just wheat that the villagers asked for. We’re saving up money to buy it so that we can all eat it together!”
“You fell asleep talking nonsense. Rogen, what are you doing? You must have hidden something other than wheat in the sack. Cut it all up and search it!”
Phew.
The sound of the sergeant shoving the farmer was almost like a deliberate strike.
My daughter, who was holding my father who was rolling around in pain and screaming, let out a sound mixed with tears.
“Really! We bought a lot of food not just for ourselves but for the entire village. Please believe us!”
“Huh. The whole village? There must be only about 10 people living in your village? How can you call the whole village something with just that amount? That’s even more suspicious.”
You said you bought too much, but now you’re saying you bought too little.
Anyone who saw it could tell that it was a nitpick for the sake of nitpicking.
“You little shits.”
As Dojin was suppressing his frustration because he had nothing he could do, he heard thick curses coming from behind him that didn’t match his young voice.
Looking back, I saw a sassy girl who was about as tall as my forehead.
Dojin asked her, who was clenching her fists as if indignant.
“Does this happen often?”
The girl nodded and tried to open her mouth.
at that time.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”
Behind the girl, a large man picked her up and hid her behind his back.
He looked anxiously back and forth between the situation ahead and his own carriage, and then he belatedly discovered his daughter talking to a stranger.
“What are you sorry about! I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Sophie, even though my dad sold at a glance!
The man who glared at my daughter kept nodding and apologizing to Dojin.
“Oh my, my daughter is so ill-educated. It’s all because she was born to bad parents, so please forgive her.”
The reason he was so cautious was because Dojin’s attire was typical of what the common people thought a magician should be like.
He looks like an adventurer, but there’s no weapon that stands out, and he’s wearing a robe that has a strange aura flowing from it.
In the minds of ordinary people, wizards were a mysterious and vaguely fearful group.
“It’s okay. It wasn’t me that my daughter was swearing at, it was the soldiers in front of me.”
“That’s right! I told you I didn’t swear at the wizard brother.”
“Sophie! If you keep doing this, I’m really going to tell your mom!”
“… … .”
Sophie, who didn’t listen to her father who had a big body like a bear, kept her mouth shut when she heard the word ‘mother’.
But soon, as if he felt wronged, he began to hold back tears and let out a very suppressed voice.
“I, I… …! I was just being bullied by Uncle Maxim and Unnie Asha… … .”
Dojin intervened before the man could scold his daughter again.
“The people in front of me, do you know them?”
Sophie nodded, her throat choked up.
“Yes. He lives in the gulag village with us.”
“Gulag? Is there a village on Gulag Mountain?”
Dojin thought as he looked at the girl nodding once again.
‘There won’t be a village on Mount Gulag?’
Beyond the Gulag Mountains lies a wasteland, a large-scale monster habitat.
And Mount Gullak itself is teeming with monsters swarming from the wasteland.
A town where people live in such a terrible place.
In Dojin’s memory, the Gulag Mountain was just a fortress built to block the large number of monsters that were coming.
“There must be a lot of monsters on Mount Gulag. Is there a village there?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s not like there aren’t any monsters at all, but it’s not so bad that it’s impossible to live here. There is a colony of bugs beyond the Gulag Mountains, but they don’t come from the wasteland, so there aren’t that many.”
“So, is the village near the Gulag fortress?”
“These days… … ? There is so little to eat and live on Mount Gulag that there is nothing left for us. Our village is barely able to make ends meet by digging up manna pods and medicinal herbs… … .”
A man tilts his head as if he doesn’t understand English and answers.
After talking to the man, Dojin realized that the current Gulag Mountain was different from what he knew.
‘It seems that Gulag Mountain became what I know it to be later, since the Gulag Fortress is not there yet.’
It seemed that there was still a large monster habitat beyond Mount Gulag, but they did not seem to be encroaching on Mount Gulag.
‘Well, it’s a shame there’s no stronghold called the Gulag Fortress, but you can still hunt. It’s inconvenient, but other people probably won’t come looking for it, so it might be better.’
Dojin slightly modified his plan based on the newly acquired information.
Since the game was launched about 3 years after its launch, errors in minor information like this were inevitable.
Still, fortunately, there was no problem with hunting as we had brought enough food, water, and potions so we didn’t have to worry about supplies for the time being.
“You’d better do it yourself, because I won’t show any mercy next time!”
“Oh, thank you! We really had no intention of doing that… … .”
“Eight! Stop making a fuss and just pass! Or else I’ll have to split all the remaining batteries to make you come to your senses!”
“Okay, I’ll go now!”
Dojin stopped his thoughts at the loud shouts of the soldiers.
The soldiers, who had been mercilessly stabbing and cutting five or six sacks of wheat and potatoes, were barely able to let the woman pass.
“What did those guys do wrong today? They let me go without taking any money.”
A few of the grumbling men in the procession stuck their necks out like gadflies into the soldiers’ fierce eyes.
It was a distance where even a whisper could be heard, but the soldiers’ gazes were an object of fear to the powerless.
“Whew, wheat is left on the ground over there, so we can eat less and starve, but the firewood is so scarce that someone might freeze to death… … .”
From the man’s worried muttering, Dojin realized that they were making bulk purchases for each village in order to secure a little more food and supplies with their limited funds.
“If those guys are doing this because of bribes, I’ll pay for them.”
“Yes? Why, Your Majesty… … .”
“Instead, could you give me a lift to the village of Gulag? My destination is across the Gulag Mountain.”
The farmer’s eyes widened at Dojin’s words.
“Are you saying you’re going to that monster wasteland?”
The man, exclaiming with a mixture of fear and awe, looked back and forth between the dodge, the checkpoint, and the wagon loaded with firewood.
The man’s pupils wavered as he pondered whether it was right to accompany an unknown person, who was probably a wizard.
But soon the man made a decision.
“Then I will shamelessly accept your help.”
“Dad! Is this brother going with you too?”
Sophie, who had been listening to the conversation, peeked her head out from behind her father.
“Sophie, you little punk! You can’t be quiet!”
“Ugh! When I get home, Dad is going to tell Mom that I spied on the pretty girls!”
“What, what did you say?”
While the women were talking, the time for the security checkpoint arrived.
Dojin had intended to just give the small amount of money and pass, but things turned out a little differently than he expected.
The soldiers’ attitude towards others, which had been arrogant, changed 180 degrees when they saw Dojin in his pitch-black robes.
“Well, please give me some kind of identification.”
Dojin handed over the adventurer’s pendant without saying a word.
“Well, you’re a level 10 adventurer… and a wizard.”
“Does it matter that I’m a wizard?”
“… That’s not it. But where are you trying to go?”
“Beyond the Gulag Mountains.”
The soldier flinched at the mention of “beyond Gulag Mountain.”
“There… … ?”
“Isn’t it strange for adventurers to go to places where there are monsters?”
“Oh, no.”
The awkward way he rolled his eyes seemed to indicate that he was quite uncomfortable with the wizard.
How can such a person, just because he is a soldier at a checkpoint, oppress those weaker than him?
Dojin, who was tired of his opponent’s pathetic behavior, took back his pendant as if snatching it away.
The soldier frowned for a moment, but that was it.
Even if it was an ordinary level 10 adventurer, losing one’s temper at someone who appeared to be a wizard would make one feel uneasy for at least a few days.
“These are the same group as me. Do they need to be searched separately?”
“… It looks like you’re going to buy firewood to get through the winter. You may pass.”
Sophie’s father nodded his head to the soldier who was nodding with a look of surprise on his face.
Then, as if worried that the soldier might change his mind, he hurriedly rode his horse and passed the checkpoint.
“You too, please pass quickly. Don’t you see that the security check is being delayed for no reason?”
The soldier seemed to be desperately trying to get rid of the dagger, even gesturing with his hands as he urged them on.
It was an eyesore, but what could I do?
The world we live in is one in which the weak struggle to become the protectors of those weaker than them, and in which they become impatient because they cannot wield even a small amount of power.
If Dojin tried to act like a hero here, only the weaker ones who would later become the targets of these soldiers’ anger would suffer.
Knowing that well, Dojin quietly passed the checkpoint and approached the bear-like man waiting for him with an anxious expression.
“Oh my, thank you, Your Majesty. Thanks to you, I was able to pass through the checkpoint without any problems.”
“What have I done?”
“No. If you hadn’t told me that you were coming with me, they would have tried to steal half of the firewood.”
The grumbling man looked at the setting sun and was startled.
“Oh no! If we don’t hurry, we’ll arrive long after the sun has set. Hurry up and get on. I’ll drive as fast as I can.”
“I want to sit next to my wizard brother!”
“Sophie!”
Dojin smiled at the glaring man.
“it’s okay.”
Dojin sat in the empty seat in the luggage compartment, and Sophie, ignoring her father’s worried look, ran over and took the seat next to Dojin.
He was a very sociable kid.
“I’m Sophie and I’m 15 years old. My father is Hanolds. My mother is Jenny. And who’s your wizard brother?”
“Dojin.”
“Your name is really unique. But you’re a wizard, so you know how to use magic, right? Can you show me?”
The clattering sound of horse hooves overlapped Sophie’s voice as she began to chattering away.
“ha…….”
My father’s sigh, as he touched his forehead, also passed by.
