Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 110

Episode 110: Information on the combination (2)

A quiet tension hung in the air.

Bartol saw the utensils and dagger floating in the air.

Although there were nearly twenty of them, including the head, neck, heart, arms, and abdomen, each one was aimed at a different spot.

What would happen if they all came flying at once?

If anyone tried to make a fool of themselves, this room would be filled with blood. It was obvious who it was.

'Even if I don't know, I'm going to die.'

Bartol was an ordinary person.

He did not know how to control chi, was not aware of magical powers, and was not a devout priest granted divine powers.

It was not by force but by venom that he became the ruler of Aserne.

He had come up tenaciously, taking advantage of the opportunity that had been given to him. Of course, he had subordinates who were capable, like Oldie, but it seemed difficult to protect Bartol's body right now.

Even if he were lucky enough to kill the wizard, Bartol would at least be mortally wounded or dead. He had no intention of dying so pointlessly while eating dinner.

Bartol gestured to Oldie.

“Go out for a moment.”

"……yes."

Oldie followed orders obediently.

He also knew that if the situation continued as it was, Bartol would be in danger.

After Oldie left, only Verden, Bartol, and Ferne remained in the room.

Bartol drank his glass in one gulp.

He let out a sigh full of alcohol and glared at Fernet.

“What on earth is your purpose? You don’t really intend to combine and fight.”

“Why do you think not?”

Fernet smiled faintly.

Bartol made a face of bewilderment.

'Are you crazy?'

What can a single information broker do to the union?

But the Fernet that Bartol knew was not a woman who would make absurd boasts. She was a calculating information broker.

That means there are hidden numbers.

Bartol glanced at Verden.

'That wizard is that strong?'

I heard that you annihilated Bazes' mercenary group… … Aside from that, it certainly looks out of the ordinary.

However, there are many people more dangerous than Bartol on this floor. Especially the Guild. A group of merchants and information dealers backed by nobles who support the three princes.

No matter what, there was no way the wizard could do it alone.

“……What are you hiding, Pernet?”

“To be honest, we are also looking for nobles to join hands with.”

"who?"

“I am the Marquis of Esperance.”

Bartolomeo stroked his chin.

After being lost in thought for a moment, he opened his mouth.

“I could be a match for a noble of that level… but how are you planning on joining hands with him? Do you have any information on how to do that?”

“That’s what I came to you for.”

The union doesn't only do legal things.

It was a natural fact. The nobles who were closely related to them were never clean. If you dig a little deeper, you will find circumstances that will pique the interest of the Marquis.

To do that, I had to find an information broker working under the union.

“But it’s hard to find it with my own strength right now. So I have to catch the tail of the combination. Do you understand what I mean now?”

“So you’re telling me to stick to you?”

Bartol made a deal with the Guild.

If Fernet could not repay his debt, he would sell the debt to the union. That was why he had contacted the union's contact person.

Fernet knew it.

Bartolomeo was deeply troubled.

If it had been normal, he would have rejected it as soon as he heard it. However, it was discovered that the union was trying to hit him in the back of the head.

He has three choices in total.

Or you could just sit back and watch without sticking to anyone and then end up leaving.

If you walk up to the union, you'll get hit in the back of the head and die.

Taking the hand offered by Fernet and taking a gamble with low odds.

There was only one choice to choose.

'I guess I'll have to place a bet.'

The situation is like that, but my intuition is telling me.

There must be a reason why Fernet came out so boldly, and it is clear that the reason is the gray-haired wizard.

Soon Bartolomeo finished his thoughts.

“What are the conditions?”

Fernet took out a thick wad of paper.

Half of the bearer bonds that Verden had brought from the top of the blue cloud.

“I think this will be enough to pay off the remaining debt and even serve as a deposit, right?”

Bartol's lips twitched.

“I should have brought this up a long time ago.”

As he reached out, Fernet pulled the bond.

He took a third of it and gave it to Bartol.

“I’ll give you the rest after I’m done.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Who in this world would change their attitude just by receiving money?”

“That’s true too.”

Bartol received the bonds.

Anyway, there is no reason to betray for now, so it doesn't matter. The amount of bond that Fernet presented would easily exceed several hundred million elk.

Although the settlement process was complicated and took a long time, I was able to wait with a smile.

“So now we’re on the same boat. How are we going to get the union’s contact person? Should I kidnap him and throw him in the tavern?”

“I’ll do it myself.”

Verden said.

The starting point is to interrogate the union's contact person to extract information. I couldn't leave such an important task to someone else.

Fernet shrugged.

“Did you hear that?”

“Okay, fine. Then I’ll make room for you in four days, so get ready. I’ll definitely make the opportunity for you.”

Ugh.

Bartol then ate the short ribs.

It was very delicious.

* * *

While Bartolomeo prepared, Verden focused on training as usual.

In order to avoid being disturbed by others, I rented the Adventurer's Guild's training grounds for two hours and trained my stamina and sword skills.

Afterwards, he devoted his remaining time to training in magic and sorcery.

The mental strength to spend more than half of the day focused solely on your own growth.

Verden was becoming more sophisticated and stronger with each passing day. When he eventually reached the fifth rank, he would be even stronger than before.

'But there's not as much progress as I thought.'

In fact, it was expected.

Because I haven't received any stimulation since I came to the Kingdom of Estyria.

The infamous mercenary, Burgess.

A wanted criminal encountered due to a request.

The Warlock of the Union.

Although they had some skills, they were not enough to threaten Verden in a comparative sense.

To be honest, Gluttony's transplants were stronger. They were able to strike unexpected blows with their superhuman abilities.

'I don't expect a battle as fierce as Ruppel… … but I hope at least an opponent worth getting nervous about will show up.'

thirst.

I knew this day would come, but it was too soon. There are still many strong men left in this kingdom, which is much larger than the principality.

The fact that they haven't met them means that Verden has been acting passively. That's why he needs to act more boldly in the future.

It doesn't matter how important life or death is.

The many powerful men who reign over the world. The tightrope walk between life and death. All of this was an experience in itself for Verden.

This is how life has been so far, and that is the only way to go.

A transcendent being who has transcended walls and transcended humanity.

Because that was where Verden's purpose was.

The more he became lost in thought, the more intense Berden's training became.

There was a flash of light, an explosion, and a part of the smokescreen collapsed due to the strong vibration. Of course, after finishing the training, the guild was restored to its original state using <Terrain Manipulation>, so there was no damage to the guild.

'But I didn't know it would be this bad… … .'

The guild leader covered his forehead.

An impact that exceeds the limits of the smokescreen.

Every time the guild building next to it shook, the staff members glared at the guild master, asking him to do something about the noise.

But it was already too late. In fact, I couldn't refuse.

They give you money just to borrow the training grounds for a little while in the morning. Which guild leader would shake their head when it's no different from public money?

And on top of that, they even cleaned the training grounds so thoroughly… … I can’t tell them to leave now, can I?

'I don't know what will happen if I do that.'

Judging by the impact it feels, it's at least 4th tier lieutenant or higher. In terms of guild, it's at least platinum tier or higher.

If the wizard's judgment is twisted and runs wild, it will be difficult to handle. He may be a surprisingly good person, but the guild leader is someone who has experienced many eccentric wizards.

I have seen countless people who are different on the outside and inside.

'I have no choice but to wait for him to go out on his own feet.'

That was the best.

At that time, Verden, who had just finished training, ran into the guild leader.

Verden nodded slightly.

“I’ll come again tomorrow.”

'Don't come… … .'

The guild leader barely managed to swallow his words.

* * *

Four days have already passed.

Bartol, who adjusted his clothes while looking in the mirror, went outside.

Cool air and sunny weather.

We crossed the street of Aserne and arrived at a shabby, corner building.

I went up the stairs and swung open the door.

The musty, dusty smell. The union's contact person was looking out the window at the street.

Bartol sat down on the chair with a thud.

The contact's voice was heard along with a creaking sound.

“I heard you have something to say about Fernet.”

“Pretend not to know. Didn’t the union already guess that Pernet was coming back to life?”

“Of course.”

The contact turned to Bartol.

“Asher, a 4th-tier lightning wizard who single-handedly annihilated the Bazzers mercenary group that was like a ragtag bunch. And I also know that he hunted down and captured wanted criminals who were widely spread around in a single day, and that he worked with the Mithril adventurer party, Manha, on subjugations.”

“I thought Aserne wasn’t within the guild’s sphere of influence, but she knows a lot.”

“Word of mouth spreads both inside and outside the city, doesn’t it?”

anyway.

“The union’s chiefs are very uneasy because of that wizard. So we’re going to deal with him directly soon. We’re already looking for suitable candidates in Gray.”

Bartol frowned.

“You’re going to handle it? Aren’t you going to try to persuade me like you usually do?”

“Of course, that would be good. A wizard who can handle high-level attributes is very valuable. It would be great if he became a member of the guild… but if he had intended to do that in the first place, he would not have joined Fernet, who was dying. It seems like he has some kind of purpose, but I have judged that starting a conversation with him is dangerous. If he is hit by lightning magic, the damage will be very great.”

“Wouldn’t it all end up like that?”

The book of divination laughed.

“There are many ways, whether it’s poison or a surprise attack. For example, neutralizing an unsuspecting wizard is a simple matter if you hire Gray’s skilled workers.”

“Aha, so you’re saying that once you catch him, if he offers you something you’ll let him live, and if he refuses you’ll kill him? That’s a very union-like way of doing things.”

Tsk. Bartol clicked his tongue.

The contact tapped the watch on his wrist.

“Then please tell me what’s going on. It’s not a good idea to meet for so long.”

“I have one thing to say. I would like to join in on the work. If necessary, I will tell you where that Asher eats, what he eats, when he sleeps, and what he does. Wouldn’t that make things easier?”

“Does that mean… that you’re going to completely join hands with our union?”

“Why, I want to follow the trend too. Can’t I?”

The contact shook his head.

“Of course not. The merchants will be very pleased to hear this news. The influence of the big boss Bartol on Acern cannot be ignored.”

“That’s enough of the flattery. If you tell me the answer to the deal, I’ll tell you the location of the wizard right away.”

“Oh, so you’re saying that I can check it in real time?”

“Do you think I can’t do that? This is my territory. If you don’t believe me, then tell me where that guy is right now?”

Bartol pointed to the contact with his finger.

“Behind you.”

"……yes?"

Thud!

The swung staff struck the contact's head.

A sudden shock. Then my head hit the wall.

The contact's body collapsed limply as if his brain had been shaken violently, and soon his head slumped down.

Verden, now de-transparent, appears.

He grabbed the back of the neck of the unconscious contact with a blank expression on his face.

“What about the cart?”

“I prepared it below.”

Verden dragged the contact down the stairs.

Whether it was because he was used to this kind of thing or because he just had a calm personality, he showed no hesitation in his actions.

Bartol looked at his back.

A wizard who can hit people in the head with his staff.

'X is scary.'

If he had rejected Fernet's offer, would he have ended up like that?

Bartol thought for a moment.