Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 116

Episode 116 Unexpected (1)

Black Wolf Torreld.

He was once known for his brutal hunting of runaway slaves from the underworld… …I heard from Fernet.

I don't know what he's been up to lately, since he's been wandering around since slavery was abolished, but he doesn't seem like someone to be taken lightly.

When Kalia heard the name, she showed interest and immediately offered a reward of 200 million elk.

'It's only 80 million elk and Bazes, but the amount and strength aren't proportional.'

After all, Burgess was a request made by several victims who pooled their assets.

The fact that Kalia, who had only heard the name Black Wolf and had never been harmed by him, offered that kind of compensation meant that he was incomparably more dangerous than Bazes.

'I wish I was stronger than those guys at the inn in Orlando.'

That was all for Verden's inspiration.

Berden, who left Lines at dawn, headed to the meeting place.

The plan was to meet at the fork in the forest, ride the horses prepared there, and head to the abandoned old castle site where Toreld was.

I didn't hear who was coming. Even if I had heard, I wouldn't have known.

Still, she wouldn't be a mere hanger-on. After all, Kalia didn't know exactly how strong Verden was.

That's why, even if it wasn't Verden, he would have sent someone who was capable of capturing Toreld on his own.

Arrived at the meeting place.

Two ordinary horses, as you might see anywhere, were tied to a tree and trotting away, but their owners were nowhere in sight.

As I looked around, I felt a noise from above.

At the same time, the sound of leaves rustling could be heard and the shadow fell.

“You’re right on time. Nice to meet you.”

A mask that covers half the face.

A green hunter's hat covering brown hair.

It's a face I've seen before.

Right inside the inn in Orlando.

“Is this the second time you’ve seen my face?”

owl.

He appeared before Verden.

* * *

Verden raised his magic power.

Blue currents flashed across his fingertips.

“Wasn’t that a union bribe?”

The owl raised his hand decisively.

“I didn’t even know what the request was before Orlando told me. I just stopped by because I heard it was a big request and I was curious. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have left the inn without a second thought.”

“Then you’re saying I misunderstood?”

“Misunderstanding. Don’t you remember? When I left the inn.”

Verden recalled his memories from the inn.

Owl, the only man among the Gray mercenaries called by Orlando who did not fight against Verden and left the inn without any problems.

'Come to think of it, I think I said that I have someone to take care of it separately.'

Was that Kalia?

The owl nodded in response to Verden's question.

“What a coincidence.”

“I agree. But it’s also true.”

The owl took out a silver coin and handed it over.

Verden looked closely at the old coin. Judging from the image of the old king, it was an ancient coin before paper money was invented.

It proved that it was Kalia who sent it.

Only after I finished checking did I calm down my magic.

Verden handed the silver coin back to the owl.

“It’s the real thing.”

“Of course. By the way, I didn’t think you would meet your fate at that inn…… but I didn’t know you would be alive and well. I was quite surprised when I heard your name from Lady Kalia.”

The owl then left the area, leaving Orlando's Inn behind.

I had no intention of getting involved, so I didn't even watch from afar, and I didn't pay any attention after that.

Because, as I said at the inn, I ended up working under a real noble, Kalia.

“I had a bad feeling at the time, but it seems that you are more skilled than rumored. I never thought you could take down those guys on that street alone.”

Those who gathered at Orlando's inn that day were men of some distinction.

If attacked by surprise in the dark forest, the owl could handle it alone, but up front, the odds of winning were slim.

But the wizard did it all by himself… … .

'It's a good thing I didn't stay at the inn.'

The owl thought so.

“Anyway, I’m glad we get to work together like this. Well, we don’t have much time, so why don’t we stop saying hello and head out for now?”

There is no objection.

Whatever it was, he was definitely sent by Kalia.

An owl mounted straight onto a horse.

Then Verden also rode the remaining horse.

* * *

A white snow field.

Verden and the owl raced side by side above it.

“Do you know anything about the Black Wolf?”

“Just in case. I heard he’s a famous slave hunter in the underworld.”

“You know very well.”

The owl recalled the past.

“Almost eight years ago. No, it was nine years ago, since a year has passed. I encountered him once in Loafra. He left quite an impression. He was covered in blood and had various magic items hanging from his body.”

Magic item.

This is the name of a magical item used in modern times.

“What kind of magical item is it?”

“Magical items? You use an old word that doesn’t match your appearance. Well, there are too many to name, but they were all spoils of war from your prey.”

Torreld always prefers to take.

When he needs food, he uses a knife, and when he has no money, he finds suitable prey and kills it to steal it.

The same goes for when you find a magical item you want.

“He is like a personified goblin, obsessed with plunder. He also hunts his enemies by walking on two legs and two arms like a wolf, which is why he was given the nickname Black Wolf. Judging from the fact that he has survived in the underworld for so long, it means that he is not only skilled, but also quick-witted.”

He is not someone you can take lightly.

If he had been secretly trading with nobles during the time he was out of sight, there was a very high chance that he would have more powerful magical items than before.

To capture them alive, you must subdue them as quickly as possible by surprise.

If you start to run wild, you might end up being caught instead of captured. The owl warned of Torreld's danger, telling him about the one he had seen.

But that wasn't what Berden was interested in.

“How do we distribute the magical items and property he has?”

“……?”

The owl looked at Verden.

“Is that what you’re curious about now?”

Of course, that's natural.

It was a foregone conclusion that Black Wolf or whatever would be subdued anyway. This wasn't arrogance, but rather the confidence that Verden had built up over the past year.

The owl, who had been silent for a moment, opened its mouth.

“Since Lady Kalia told me to do whatever I want except capture the Black Wolf… Hmm, this is a bit difficult. I don’t know what’s going on.”

It's a bit ambiguous.

Even if each person takes what they need, their value is completely different.

Verden said.

“Then let’s split the property 50-50 for now and decide the rest later. We’re not going to stab each other in the back anyway.”

“Of course. If I did something like that, Lady Kalia would behead me. Yes, that seems the most reasonable option.”

The agreement has been reached.

Now all that remains is to catch the black wolf Toreld.

Verden and Owl stamped their feet and urged their horses on.

* * *

An old site filled with the remains of a collapsed castle wall.

The abandoned castle, protected by shining magic lanterns and various magical items, was under strict guard.

And inside, two people were talking in front of a car that looked like muddy water.

Black Wolf Torreld.

He put his feet up on the desk and giggled.

“I contacted Count Plissire, but instead of the pretty maid, a very grumpy-looking guy came. His expression was not good either. Was the tea I gave you that bad?”

“Where is the wizard?”

The warlock's cold gaze stared straight at Toreld.

“Oh, you’re so impatient. Before you look at me so earnestly, shouldn’t you show me this first?”

Torrel rubbed his thumb and index finger.

Instead of answering, the warlock took out a large amount of cash from his bosom and threw it on the desk. Toreld quickly picked up the wad of bills and examined them carefully.

Even at a glance, it seemed like it was much more than the reward listed on the wanted poster.

Torreld chuckled.

“Hehehe, contrary to his appearance, he is a very articulate person. If I offended you when we first met, I apologize. Would you like another cup of tea?”

“The wizard?”

Torreld kicked the ground with his feet.

“I’ve kept it well in the dungeon down here. Oh, but there’s something wrong with it.”

"let's do it?"

He scratched his head.

“I was gritting my teeth and running away, you know. The flies were just too annoying. So I ended up getting cut deeply on my left knee and right shoulder… Ah, it just so happened that I was holding the Lizard Sword….”

Lizard Sword.

If you are cut by this weapon, your wounds will not heal easily. The potion's effectiveness will also decrease, and unless you completely disinfect the wound, there is a high chance of infection.

The warlock narrowed his eyes.

“Are you still alive?”

“It’s still attached. It’ll probably break down on the way to Baekjakyeong, but anyway. In fact, it takes a lot of work to treat this. So if you give us a little more money, we can…….”

“It doesn’t matter as long as you’re alive.”

"uh?"

The warlock rose from his seat.

“No, I said I’m going to die soon? Surely…… you’re not going to take me to the Baekjak territory?”

“That’s none of your business. And.”

Bam.

The warlock threw a wad of money at Toreld.

“No matter what you hear from underground, do not approach. Do you understand?”

After saying those words, the black magician left the room.

Torreld, who had been blinking blankly, chuckled while caressing the wad of money.

“Yes, if that’s what you want, then by all means. Hey. Show that guy a tour of the dungeon.”

The subordinate who had been waiting by the door bowed his head and went outside.

As the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, Toreld nodded to another subordinate. It was his intention to tell him to keep an eye on what was going on in the castle’s basement.

It's different from what I said earlier… … What do you want me to do?

'Promises are meant to be broken.'

Torreld leaned back on the sofa.

It's amazing that you can make this much money just by killing one person. It reminds me of the old days when people used to hunt slaves.

"very good."

Torreld's laughter, which had been absorbed in the scent, echoed throughout the room.

* * *

As we neared our destination, a heavy snowstorm blew in.

Verden and Owl, who had just come back from selling horses in the village they had stopped by, climbed the mountain through the snowy roads. The weather was quite bad, but fortunately, as soon as they passed a certain altitude, the snowstorm stopped as if it had never happened.

“We’ve arrived.”

A ruined castle site hidden on a mountainside.

It was one of the fortresses that was terribly trampled during the war between the Kingdom and the Republic.

The owl squinted his eyes.

He carefully observed the flow of the wind and soon nodded.

“The wind is blowing right towards us. It’s calm here, but it’s getting stronger as we get closer to the fort. It seems like a good way to hide the scent.”

In other words, it's a good environment for infiltration.

The owl pulled out a bow that seemed to be made from the bones of a demon, and Verden also held the Oculus in his hand.

“Do you need any magic?”

“No, I’m fine. It might be easier to pull the bowstring, but the feeling will be different, so accuracy will decrease.”

For the Archer, precision is everything.

Strengthening your body without being used to it can be toxic.

Verden nodded and used the magic he bestowed on himself. His entire body was filled with power.

The two, prepared, secretly approached the castle.