Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 44

Episode 44: Corn Company (2)

Condor treated Verden very well.

Because it was a successful store, there were a lot of snacks that were hard to find. They were so good that they were comparable to those sold at Matap.

'But you talk a lot.'

A condor chattering nonstop in front.

Although it was less severe than Conrad's, it was still too much for Verden to bear. He used his magic to partially block out his hearing and focused on the sweets and tea.

Then, just as the condor was about to stop talking, he struck the player.

“Where can I get magic items?”

“Magic items? Oh, you mean magic items!”

In modern times, it is called a magic item. In the old days, it was called a magic item.

All the old-fashioned magicians, including the magician, say the latter. The name magic item is not noble or anything like that.

Verden didn't really care about names, so it didn't really matter.

But the merchant condor was different.

Finding out information, including habits, through conversations with others is a starting point for conducting transactions more advantageously. It was a habit that had become second nature.

'I'm not from the academy.'

But it's even more unlikely that he's from Matap. He's too young to be independent.

It's just a guess, but he must have been taught by a famous retired wizard in a small village.

If there was a wizard with that kind of appearance and promising missionary potential in the city, it would have been easy for rumors to spread.

Condor said with a smile.

“Here, Breente is a place frequented not only by nobles but also by adventurers. There are many different types of equipment and accessories. Are you thinking of buying them?”

“I’m thinking of making a custom order.”

“It’s custom-made… There is a craftsman who is perfect for it. But there are some flaws….”

"let's do it?"

“I don’t know, he’s unmatched in skill in this neighborhood, but he’s a drunkard and a gambler, and he’s always in debt. He’s so incompetent that even though he’s a highly credited craftsman, the bank won’t lend him money. I heard that private moneylenders have been on the prowl lately.”

You're introducing me to that kind of person… ?

When Verden gave him a suspicious look, Condor quickly waved his hand.

“You don’t have to worry too much! We’ve completed all the requests we’ve received so far on time. The quality is also excellent. If anything unpleasant happens, we’ll take responsibility and get you the magic item you want, so trust us.”

If you say so, then I guess I can't go.

Verden nodded.

* * *

Verden went straight to the address Condor had given him.

Since it was a one-man studio, it was in a relatively quiet place, so the atmosphere on the street was quiet. As the noise of the city gradually faded away, I arrived in front of an old building.

dripping.

I knocked on the door, but there was no response.

However, with the magic detection, he could clearly see that there was one person in the bedroom. He tapped the old lock with his psychic powers and the door opened.

“…….”

A messy and chaotic workshop.

The hides of demons that need to be handled with care are scattered about, and various objects are lying around, covered in dust.

'Is this a craftsman?'

Suddenly, my desire to ask for help disappeared, but I held it in and headed to my room.

A middle-aged man, snoring loudly and smelling strongly of alcohol, was sprawled on the floor. He had to be kicked a few times with his foot before he reacted.

Mort, who woke up rubbing his eyes, was startled when he saw Verden.

“Hey, who are you?!”

“Is this Mort? I came here to ask for a production order.”

“Ah…… Sir? I thought you were debt collectors again. Haaam, I’m sleepy now, so come back later and order. And don’t forget to bring a bottle of alcohol with you when you come.”

Mort crawled into bed and covered himself with the blanket.

What should I do? I was wondering whether to take the blanket away or come back for it when I heard a noise outside the door.

“Why is the door open?”

“You didn’t go to the casino again?”

One by one, men with fierce appearances entered the workshop. Then, when they encountered Verden, Bedin, a large man with a scar on his face, strode forward, muttering.

“Hey, gray-haired fella? What are you doing here?”

“I came to make a custom order.”

“Oh, you were a guest? Sorry, I’m a little busy right now. That gambler has something for us. Hey, Mort! Stop pretending to be asleep and get up!”

Mort, whose body was trembling, opened his eyes slightly.

Everyone was looking at him. Mort sat up, scratching his head in embarrassment.

“……Is it time to pay it back already?”

“It’s not time to pay it back, it’s been a long time since interest was added.”

“But I don’t have money right now.”

“If it's not, it's the end? You have to work right now, get beaten and wake up, or one of them.

As Bedin growled and banged his fist against his palm, Mort waved his hand away and fled to a corner.

Berden, who had been watching the situation unfold, took out a wad of cash from his bosom and threw it on the bed.

"……what?"

“It’s 8 million elk. I’ll pay that money for you.”

Anyway, the production cost was expected to be around 45 million elk.

Since it was money to be given to Mort, instead of paying off the debt, they could have deducted that amount from the production costs.

Bedin held out his hand with a wad of money, threw it away with a distorted expression.

Hundreds of bills fluttered in the air.

“What the hell, you little brat. Do you think I’m easy just because I’m a loan shark? Do you think money is everything? I’m already in a bad mood. Hey, drag this brat out.”

As Bedin grumbled, his men approached him.

At that moment, pieces of wood, sharp shards of glass, and banknotes began to float into the air and slowly approach them, aiming for their necks.

“Magic?”

“Fuck, why is there a wizard here……!”

The loan sharks retreated in a cold sweat.

“……Get out of the way.”

Bedin stepped forward, pushing aside his men.

He seemed to have something going for him as he strode forward with a stern expression. His subordinates looked at his back with admiration.

The objects that had been floated by his psychic powers were all pointing at Bedin, but he paid no attention and walked right up to Berden.

They faced each other and silence flowed.

And finally the man moved.

dump.

“Please save me.”

“……?”

* * *

In the old days, Brienthe was not as vibrant a city as it is now.

Before the principality gained independence, this place was devastated by the war between the kingdom and the republic and was full of criminals of all kinds.

It was a wild environment where strength was everything.

Then one day after the war, a wizard appeared.

They looked weak. So they tried to take and kill him as they always did. That was Briente's way. But they shouldn't have done that.

When I closed my eyes and opened them, there was one corpse. When I opened them again, there were ten corpses. And when I slowly opened my eyes, there was a sea of blood.

All who attacked were killed. A vicious murderer, a former mercenary, and even a back-alley ruler who was a former platinum-rank adventurer.

The bones and flesh were completely separated.

The man, Bedin, could only sit there and tremble.

The wizard glanced at him and passed him by, as if he wasn't worth killing. Another scream was heard behind him.

Why would the world fear a mad wizard?

It was natural. They looked like they were not strong at all, but they were a group that could kill people more easily than anyone else without any weapons.

Bedin vowed.

I will never associate with a wizard again. I will never meddle in anything related to wizards.

But now in front of it.

A wizard appeared who had a similar vibe to the crazy wizard I saw back then, but whose appearance was different.

'If you act ambiguous, you'll get screwed.'

Intuition.

So I got down on my knees.

“Please save me.”

“……?”

“I didn’t know you were a wizard. Please forgive me just this once. I will never appear before you again, so please……!”

Verden blinked at the sight of the man lowering his head and rubbing his hands.

'We haven't even started yet.'

Even though the opponent was a wizard, I never thought he would act so humble… … . I had no intention of causing a conflict in the first place, but even the thought of threatening him disappeared. It wasn’t like I had done anything particularly wrong to Verden.

He gathered his magic power and spoke to Bedin.

“Is there anyone taller than you?”

“Oh, yes! There is! He is my older brother and he is the person in charge of our business.”

“Then please give me directions.”

"……yes?"

* * *

Nice, who is doing private lending in Brienthe.

As his work was on the borderline between legal and illegal, he was busy running around spraying drugs at people around him.

“Fuck. Captain, how many servings does this pig have to eat to be satisfied, man?”

What's the point of lending money and collecting interest? It's just other people's faults.

But you have to endure it. Soon enough, a lot of money will come in and you can settle your current life. Goodbye to this tedious business.

'Okay. Let's hold on until then, hold on.'

Nice sighed and went into the workplace.

But the atmosphere was strange.

The children's faces were all frozen. One of his subordinates with a serious expression approached him.

“Excuse me, big brother. Brother Bedin wants you to hurry to his room.”

“……Suddenly? What’s going on? Why do the kids who went to collect the money look so ghastly? Did you guys get into an accident?”

“I am well…….”

The subordinate averted his eyes.

The older brother climbed the stairs, feeling suspicious. When he finally opened the door, a man he had never seen before was sitting there, and Bedin was standing up, frozen.

'Who is it?'

Ah! Are you perhaps the son of a merchant or a nobleman?

In that case, the subordinates' reactions are completely understandable.

'I guess I'm good at business. I'll become rich like this, right?'

Nice straightened up his posture and approached Verden with a smiling face.

At that moment, Bedin approached.

“Big brother.”

“Hey, if you had a special guest, you should have contacted me a long time ago-”

“Please kneel.”

… … ?

Nice stared at Bedin's face.

It seems like it's no joke that he's frozen hard and sweating profusely. Nice whispered softly as he looked back and forth between Verden and Bedin.

“Aren’t you a guest… a nobleman or a merchant?”

Bedin shook his head.

At that moment, a cup of water that had been sitting on the desk flew over and landed in Nice’s hand. Only then did he realize that the man with the gray hair was a wizard.

It also seems like he has friction with his subordinates.

'A wizard? What's the big deal?'

Nice drank the water in one gulp and walked forward confidently.

He was more courageous than Bedin, and he was quick-witted and good at dealing with the world.

dump.

“Please speak, wizard.”

A strange wizard is dangerous.

It's much better to get down on one knee than to be beaten.