The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 110

Episode 110: What are you making again? (1)

“Okay, make sure to stamp your palm.”

Jiselle handed me the slave contract. The bold letters ’10 years’ caught my eye.

Claude, Alfoy, and the wizards accepted the contract with trembling hands. If you sign it, you will become a real slave from then on.

Claude said with tears in his eyes.

“Uh, wouldn’t you like to make it a draw?”

“What the hell are you talking about, I won. Hurry up and take the picture.”

“No, why don’t you just work hard for free? You have to sign a slave contract… .”

I thought you meant that if you weren’t paid, you were basically a slave, but I didn’t know you’d bring a real slave contract.

He was truly an unimaginable person.

“Oh, you said you’d stop whining and work hard, right? Then this is certain. You might run away if you can’t stand it anymore.”

“Ugh… … .”

You must take responsibility for making a bet with the lord without fear.

If I refused now, I would have nothing to say even if my head was cut off.

Claude slowly placed his hand over the contract with a bewildered expression.

“Oh, I really need to quit gambling. It’s so dirty. I’m taking pictures, taking pictures. People are crying and begging, and you’re not even letting them see me!”

Boom!

As soon as Claude stamped his palm, he quickly stopped acting tearful.

“Is that okay? Hey, I feel a little uneasy. Your Majesty, you’re gambling. Let’s see next time.”

Claude was accustomed to losing at gambling, so he gave up quickly.

However, Alpoy, who lived a noble life as the successor to the Magic Tower, was different.

It was the first time in my life that I had been treated this horribly, and it was all just because I lost a bet.

Tears flowed naturally. They were not acting tears, but genuine tears.

“I, I can’t take a picture! I don’t want to! I don’t want to!”

Alfoy stood up from his seat and took a step back hesitantly.

Claude clicked his tongue and snorted beside me.

“That’s just how gambling is. You get your hands and feet cut off… … and then you regret it until the day you die. Why did I do that? I shouldn’t have done that! Hahahaha!”

“You little punk! Am I the same as you? Are you the same as me? You’re a gambler! I wasn’t!”

“So, who would have gotten involved in such a high-stakes bet from the beginning? This is something only experts do, and it’s not something for beginners to get involved in.”

“It’s because of you! I believed you because you were so confident! I knew you’d win!”

“What? Lu?”

Claude shrugged his shoulders and made a sheepish expression, implying that he was not responsible.

Alpoy became even more enraged by the shameless attitude and started to throw a tantrum.

“I did nothing wrong! It’s all the General’s fault! I didn’t know! My circumstances are different! Please forgive me! Please forgive me!”

“Oh, if you do that in a casino, it’s a real problem.”

“Shut up! It’s because of you!”

Claude was in debt to Giselle, so he was basically a slave anyway.

But wizards are different.

It’s already been half a year since I came here. I could return to Matap in just half a year.

But to be abandoned in this shitty place for 10 years.

“I can’t do it even if I die!”

Jiselle nodded and answered.

“Then die.”

“Nooooooooooo!”

Boom!

The mercenaries next to him caught Alpoy, who was trying to run away, and forcibly laid him down.

Alfoy, who was struggling on the ground, only stopped struggling after the mercenaries put their swords to his neck.

“Hey! This is too much! I’m the successor to the Magic Tower! You can’t do this to me!”

Jiselle smiled wickedly at him as he sweared.

“Do you know why I stayed quiet while you were nagging me?”

“what?”

“If I had beaten you up there, you would have just said sorry and walked away. That wouldn’t have been right.”

“You, you, surely… … .”

Alfoy’s face turned pale.

Come to think of it, Youngju, who used to beat up anyone who tried to harass me, was quiet all along after the bet was made.

Lately, no matter how much Alfoy laughed and teased her, Jiselle just smiled.

Alpoy thought that Giselle had given up completely.

Although I felt a bit uneasy about his strangely relaxed attitude, I thought that was just an empty boast.

But really… … .

“You… … did you deliberately drag me into the bet?”

“Do you understand now?”

Jiselle chuckled.

Alfoy and the wizards hit the ground and regretted it.

If that foul-tempered guy was acting different than usual, I should have suspected him at least once!

I was so absorbed in the anticipation of winning the bet that I didn’t notice Giselle’s intentions.

I thought not canceling the bet was just an act of pride.

If he really thought he was going to lose, I would have just beaten him up and told him to shut up. I didn’t think of that.

Jiselle smacked her lips as if she felt regret.

“Honestly, I had high hopes, but there weren’t many people who got caught. Still, with one general and six magicians, it’s a pretty good result, right?”

“Eww, devil… … .”

“What are you talking about? Where is there anyone with a conscience like me? I didn’t force you to bet. It’s just a fair result. Come on, take the picture. We had to sign a nondisclosure agreement anyway, so this is good.”

There was only one thing that worried Jiselle while working on this project.

The wizards might spread the spells and magic circles used in this work to other places.

But since the wizards have become slaves, there will be at least some restraint.

If a slave reveals his master’s secret, he will be beheaded without fail. If he values ​​his life, he will not open his mouth.

“No! I say no!”

As Alpoy held on until the end, Giselle sighed and took out an axe from her waistband.

“Okay, if you hate it that much, then there’s nothing I can do. I’ve been helpful and I’ve heard of it, so I’ll give you one wrist for it.”

“Huh? Hey, wait a minute! Do you really have to do that?”

“But you’re a lord, so if you just let it go, you’ll lose face. Your honor will be tarnished.”

“Face? Honor? You never cared about those things! You don’t care! What kind of lord would go around carrying an axe and say something like that!”

“I’m going to pay more attention from now on. I should start becoming friendly with other nobles. I’ll be able to use magic without a single hand, right?”

Claude chimed in, grumbling.

“That’s right. You have to lose one wrist to quit gambling. If you can’t quit after that, then your ankle will be next.”

“You shut up!”

“Okay, then one wrist will fly off.”

Jiselle lifted the axe with a menacing expression.

Alfoy’s face turned pale.

This guy is a crazy kid who, once he makes a decision, pushes it through without hesitation.

The moment Giselle was about to bring down her axe, Alpoy cried out.

“I’ll take a picture! Just sign the contract!”

* * *

Jiselle received contracts from the rest of the wizards and took good care of them.

Alpoy watched with shining eyes where Giselle put the papers.

‘I have to tear that up.’

Even contracts without magical restrictions leave a record.

As the successor to the Magic Tower, he could not leave behind any evidence that he had entered into a slave contract.

While Alfoy was plotting, Giselle handed Claude new documents.

“Here, take this.”

“What is this…?”

“Additional things to do.”

“Are you kidding? I still have a lot of work to do!”

“No. I see you’re doing well. So do this more. It’ll be over soon.”

“… … What happens when it’s over?”

“Nothing new begins.”

Claude snorted with a look of ‘well then’.

But as soon as Giselle raised her fist, he lowered his head and looked through the documents.

“What is this? It just has a bunch of people’s names written on it… … .”

“Oh, please find the people listed there and bring them to our territory. If anyone says they don’t want to come, don’t force them to come. If they need money, you can give them as much as you want. They are important people, so you have to be very careful with them. Got it?”

Claude blinked as he checked the expected location on the list.

“Are you really telling me to bring all these people? Are their locations accurate?”

“Maybe. Well, there are people who are somewhere else right now. There’s nothing we can do about those people.”

The document Giselle gave him was a list of the subordinates he had in his previous life.

It would be nice to find all of the thousands of subordinates, but that would not be an easy task.

So, I dug through my memories and picked out only the talented people who were essential to the territory.

Very modest by his standards.

“There are more than a hundred people?”

“Yeah. Not much time left?”

Claude clenched his teeth to keep himself from getting angry. His hands tightened, crumpling the documents he was holding.

Actually, finding people is not that difficult.

He said that he didn’t force them to come and that there was no need to force them to look for them if they weren’t there.

The problem is that there is no one to do that job.

“We don’t have enough people to work in our territory! When will we be able to find people from other countries? We have no one to send!”

“Even if you get it from another territory, use it. Or use the Information Guild. I said it would be okay to spend as much money as you want.”

“Ahh… … Chew!”

Claude was about to swear, but then he closed his mouth.

Even before becoming a slave, he was a person who would raise his fist if he felt bad, and once he signed a slave contract, he couldn’t stop himself even if you hit him openly.

‘Ha, I’m so tired.’

I already have so much work to do that I can’t sleep and feel like I’m going to die, but they keep throwing work at me.

If I had known you were such a vicious person, I would never have followed you, no matter what.

If you get caught, you get caught really badly.

‘I can’t turn back time… … I just have to avoid it as much as possible.’

Claude took a step back, watching Giselle.

I was planning on running away before I could take on the task.

But when Giselle spoke as if talking to herself, Claude froze in place.

“Well, now that I have food, I guess I should start a business that will make me some money.”

“What are you going to do now! You’ve grown your density to the max with the Mana Concentration Camp or something. Even if you give enough to the people of the territory to live on, there’s still a lot left over. Why don’t you sell it? Why are you starting again? Is there anything worth selling in this shitty land?”

“Don’t touch that. I’ll save as much as I can and use it later when I need it.”

“Wow, I’m so frustrated I’m going to die.”

Claude looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

The most fundamental and important problem has been solved.

Now that you can make money using it, why are you suddenly pretending to be a miser?

“There is too much to store. Wheat is not a crop that can be stored for very long. What are you going to do when it all rots?”

In every territory, food is stored in preparation for famine or war.

But the wheat that Giselle improved was too much, even though it was in large quantities.

A single harvest can last for several years.

Why stockpile it up when you won’t be able to eat it all?

Jiselle said calmly.

“Our food doesn’t rot easily. Even if you just leave it in a warehouse, it will last for several years.”

“Does that make sense?”

“You can stockpile them and sell them cheaply or give them away right before they rot. Since the eggs are big, they will sell well when you sell them.”

Claude swallowed his words as he tried to retort absentmindedly.

I didn’t know anything about that crazy wheat, so it was hard to say anything rash.

Anyway, it’s something we’ll find out in a few years.

“Okay, that’s fine. But if you stockpile food, you’ll still have to keep selling runestones… … How are you going to make money?”

“We can’t create resources… … so we have to create specialty products. Let’s make money with those.”

“Wow, as expected, there’s nothing our lord can’t do… … Did you know that we’d say that? Did you know that special products are something that can be made right away when we ask for them?”

What could you make in a place with no resources or technology? It was obvious that unless you had secured technology separately, you wouldn’t be able to ‘produce’ it, let alone ‘specialty’.

Claude narrowed his eyes and glared at Giselle.

“Well, let’s say it was possible by using mana. But making something is a completely different story. You need technology and people. But do we have something like that in our territory right now?”

“Not yet.”

“But what are you going to make? Let’s just sell food instead of wasting time and money on useless things. Please, let’s live with some common sense!”

Then Giselle smiled wickedly again and said.

“Want to make a bet? This time, it’s 20 years.”

“Nose… … . Hey! Wait a minute. Oh, shit.”

Claude, who was about to shout “Call,” barely managed to cut himself off with an eerie feeling.

It was the moment when a brake was activated in the gambler’s mind.