Return of the Class 8 Mage
10. Guests in mogrian house (6)
Guests in Mogrian House (6)
“So this is the end of my life.”
The great landlord, Marcus Mogrian, shook his body miserably.
What a pity, death at the hands of goblins.
All the nobles and bards will make fun of him and his house.
‘I should have saved my son, Labi, at least.’
Monster hunting was just a hobby for him.
He never thought that this hobby would ruin the future of his home.
“Kiiiikk!”
He could see the goblins in front of him.
It was different from the other goblins.
It had pink skin, a large body and was skilled in combat.
Furthermore, it led this goblin.
There was an ambush, and his army had been defeated by countless goblins.
‘Province must be notified ..’
He observed hundreds of goblins, and pink goblins leading them.
They are no longer victims.
They're like dangerous bandits now.
*destroy!*
When he was about to give up on everything, he heard something fall to the ground.
“Nova frozen.”
And then he heard that voice.
It sounded like a boy's voice.
Before he fainted, he tried to see who the boy was.
He could only see the back of the boy.
‘The boy must have been ...’
The frozen hell has spread.
The valley was filled with desperate cries of goblins.
When he could not believe his eyes, the boy looked back.
“Dad!”
Hm? Daddy's?
The voice did not belong to the boy.
Then where did it come from?
“Dad!”
The landlord opened his eyes.
He could not see the boy, any goblins, or the freezing hell anymore.
The familiar room, is his bedroom.
“Margaret..?”
Margaret called her father in despair,
Ever since he saw the fainted father's body started moving.
“Oww...., What happened?”
A question that contains a lot of confusion.
“Bapak. Mage saved you, and brother too.”
“What about the others? Are they okay?”
“Good...”.
The people captured by the goblins all survived.
However, the soldiers that were attacked at the beginning, there was no way to save them.
Even a witch cannot bring a dead person to life.
“How long have I fainted?”
“You have been unconscious for two days. We're all worried about you..”
“Bring Hrothgar to me.”
Hrothgar was the name of the old butler.
“Hah? But you better meet mom and sister.”.
“I will. But there's something I have to do first.”
Margaret stopped arguing with him.
Instead, he left the room to bring the old butler.
“While, I've never seen Margaret this obedient.”
Some time later,
The white-bearded old butler ran into the room.
“Master landlord! Thank goodness you're okay!”
“You must have trouble helping me.”
“T, no! That's just my job. I'm just glad that you're up and okay ”
The old butler was very enthusiastic.
The landlord patted his back.
“How many died?”
“Pak...”.
“I'm ready. Tell me the number.”
“Twelve soldiers, and Mr. Lotten.
Too many precious lives were sacrificed for his hobby.
What would happen if the goblins wanted to execute everyone when they were attacked?
Everyone who went hunting would not be able to avoid death.
‘Agrible.’
The homeowner immediately paid a tacit tribute to the victims.
He is a calculative person.
However, all of his calculative actions were for his province and the people who lived there.
Many loyal people, who spent their lives for the provinces, died.
He feels a heavy responsibility for it.
“OK, has our home already given appreciation to the bereaved?”
“Iya. We reward them with the best.”
“It's done well…. Urgh!”
The landlord groaned while nodding his head.
His body had not recovered, he was still suffering from a headache.
The old butler looked at him worriedly.
Shaking his head, he continued to speak.
“You said a witch saved me, right, Mr Marco?”
The owner of the house assumes that Marco saved her.
He saw a boy in his memory, but he didn't know if it was just his dream or not. Ian was just a child. Even if he contained enormous potential within him…..
“No sir. Since Mr. Marco left the province for another mission, I asked for help from Mr. Mage.”
It is not an illusion or a dream.
“He saved us all.”
Now he realizes the frozen hell he saw was made by Ian.
Now he understood all the help Ian had received from the emperor.
‘I can see.’
The reason the Royals and Ivory Tower wanted him so badly.
The reason they ordered the House of Mogrian to protect him.
‘If not, other countries or powers will try to take him away.’
After the war ended, it had been 60 years since the world was divided into three great countries.
Each of the three countries had focused their money and strength on improving the magicians as much as they could.
No one knows when the next war will be,
A war that could happen at any time.
Even at this moment, each country was spying on another country.
‘They won't kill him. They'll try to persuade him.’
It was the era of the witch. It was the witch who would decide the outcome of the war.
Witches from other countries are priority assassination targets.
Especially for a mage with great talent.
Ian is still a child.
He was still young enough to be persuaded, before being killed.
“I owe my life to an unimaginably important boy.”
The landlord opened his mouth after a short pause.
“So where is Mr Mage? I want to meet him in person.”
“Eh, it is difficult to meet him now.”
“Why is that so? Is he seriously injured?”
“No, she's fine. But..”
The old butler stopped for a moment.
Then he continued his words with a embarrassed face.
“She went out for ... sales.”
“Sales?”
While the landlord was awake in his palace, Ian was talking to someone else, he said,
in the valley that used to be a goblin's nest.
“All these corpses are of the best quality! I've never seen anything like this”
A fat middle-aged man, dressed in luxurious clothes, said to Ian respectfully.
“Hust. I froze them before they died”
“One stays! What a wise decision you made.”
The middle-aged man was a trader, who operated the largest trading company in the province, called ‘Forian Trading Company.’
“How much is this?”
Ian is trading right now.
Why throw away the goblin's corpse?
If left here, it will rot after thawing.
Better to sell it than to let it go to waste.
“Come view. Six hundred and twenty-one goblin corpses of the highest quality, and then.”.
The monster body is precious.
Every part of the body was used by alchemists as a precious ingredient.
And there are demands for it in other fields as well.
Of course, goblin corpses were not expensive.
It was a weak and ordinary monster.
But this time, the number of corpses was overwhelming.
“... one hobgoblin corpse. Waw! I didn't expect to see this corpse in this area, really!”
Ian agreed to it.
It is very unusual that a hobgoblin appears here.
It needs to be checked later.
“Anyway, it will be worth at least a thousand gold ....”
The merchant carefully looked at Ian's face while muttering the end of his words.
Even though Ian was young, he was a magician.
A witch who slaughtered hundreds of goblins by herself.
He did not dare to deceive her.
It might increase the benefits, but he did not want to risk his life.
“Of course, as I said ‘at least’ a thousand gold.’
Ian didn't change his face at all.
Was the suggested price unsatisfactory to him?
“A, a, as I said, it's ‘at least’...”.
“Ah, I am satisfied with the price.”
The suggested price the trader satisfied Ian.
He only thought about what he would do with the money.
“Disana,”
Ian had decided and he continued his words
“Is there a good alchemist in the province?”
“Like what...?”
“I am looking for an alchemist who is good at making potions.”
A few days ago, Ian had not considered elixir to raise his level.
Because he has no money.
But now, the situation has changed. It might be impossible to buy a top quality elixir, but he would be able to afford some average-level elixir.
“Of course there are. He lives in Lloyd's village there, he's from the capital. He said he came to this northern side to find a specific rare herb. His name is...”
The merchant paused for a moment to remember the name of the alchemist.
“Ah! Ledio. She's called Ledio.”
Alchemist Ledio.
Ian secretly spelled his name.
He could not remember anyone in his previous life.
“If you want, I can contact him for you?”
“No, thank you. I'll visit it myself later.”
After Ian finished the conversation, he left the valley.
Dinner time at the Mogrian castle is about to begin.
The atmosphere of the provincial castle was filled with sadness.
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People have died, and the owner is unconscious.
“I hope he wakes up.”
The miserable heavy atmosphere caused Ian to be unable to eat properly.
Also, he could not leave his mother alone, in the castle with such grief.
Ian moved towards the castle quickly