Return of the Class 8 Mage
75. Kale (2)

 “Dragon?”

It was a new entity even for Ian. He had researched all sorts of alien races to learn the dragon language. If this was a race that Ian was unfamiliar with, it was definitely an unknown race in reality.

 (There are eight in the family? That's all I know. Just being born with their seeds does not make a person a dragonian. In fact, it is almost impossible because most of them die before birth.)

Ian's interest wavered after learning a new fact. He believes that it is just an expression, but perhaps, there are ‘descendants of mixed race’ from other species?

 (They take on a basic human form, like you, but have strange eyes, wings, and even a tail. Also….. Thas right. There is a little something in common with you too.)

 “Together?”

(The miracle of man, also known as the miracle of technique, right? They are not inherited by the dragon language. Instead, they are born with very strong skills in this field. Perhaps they were as strong as the current self, perhaps even stronger.)

Can they be stronger than Ian?

The interest peaked as he continued to listen.

He even found himself competing.

 (After all, I'm sure the half-dragon humans are referring to those dragons. Perhaps, the saying, breathe, refers to the breath. In their sad form, they even imitated him, inheriting their blood. Ah, breath means... ..).

 “I know what it is, at least what is breath.”

Dragon's breath.

This is an expression that often appears in storybooks.

To put it simply, it might be the same as the deadly moves of a dragon?

 (Of course, this is very little when compared to dragon breath. It was sad to even call it a breath. Did you say elixir? It may be perfect to heat your potion, human, thin.)

His words seem accurate.

The hot breath of the half dragon man.

Dragon's breath.

Does it not fit perfectly?

 “What to do is just find it.”

There's nothing else to worry about besides that.

Wouldn't the power of the family be moved?

After sorting through his thoughts, Ian asked the Fairy Queen.

 “Where can I go to meet? Them?”

 (Not sure. Didn't I say it before? I haven't seen them in hundreds of years. In fact, you, humans, should know more about their existence.)

What is he talking about now?

Ian calmly opened his mouth.

 “No way, this is the first time I've heard of a dragon entity, from you, the queen. If this is new information for me, and I even learned the dragon language then it would definitely be a new thing for any ordinary person.”

That's not an empty statement. If there had ever been such an entity, it was extremely impossible for Ian not to know about it. One of his lifelong achievements was learning the dragon language. Wasn't that a dream come true to find the dragon's bloodline?

 (Sound. You know the existence of fairies, how are you not aware of that entity? They are a family of races that once lived and, perhaps, are closest around you, humans.)

The Fairy Queen rambled as if she was confused by Ian not knowing it. However, Ian felt the same way because he failed to understand. A family of races that live close to humans?

The dragons?

‘Ras aliens who live close to humans are...’.

‘The dwarves who built the fort in the ‘mountain of Broon’ Hill and some elven races in the forest are all there. It even happened throughout history, but the dragons? It was too sudden at every level.

(They have a unique soul world. Naga, that. What is the best way to explain it .. They are not even sure of their desire to tell the whole world how great they are? And in the process, they worked hard even to protect the self-esteem of their half-race descendants? Thas right. That's the perfect explanation!)

The Fairy Queen nodded her head as if showing satisfaction for her own explanation. Then he continued talking.

(At least it was like that until a while ago. They should tell their own greatness to the helpless humans. The advanced races must directly cause enlightenment. They used to go around talking about such things in eloquent style. I believe they even went to the human world to do something too?)

‘Dilute’ weak human.

One thing came to his head.

‘Religion, what is the name of the Order of the Dragon, perhaps?’

It was one of the information he had discovered from his previous life.

It was a religion that worshipped dragons as if they were gods.

He knows his whereabouts.

But there's a problem.

“It was a rural religious group worse than a sect.”

He had been looking for ‘religions who adored naga’ as a way to continue his studies in the dragon language, but unexpectedly discovered that ‘Ordo Naga’ was a small religious group. It was a scam made in the country to prey on poor rural farmers.

‘I don't think the dragons are part of the con.’

According to the Fairy Queen, they were witches who possessed strength as strong as Ian. Not only would their loyalty and respect towards dragons be unrivalled, their pride as the descendants of such an entity would also be extraordinary.

“When you said until recently, when exactly was it recently?”

(Well, can I see? I think at least a hundred years have passed.)

“Hah.

Ian took a long breath.

Sure, I knew it all along.

I assume at least a hundred years, or a few hundred years if longer.

His condition must have changed.

‘The religious order I was looking for is either fake.’

Or maybe, over time, it shrinks.

That would be at least a hundred years.

There are many possibilities to consider.

‘Something may have happened within 20 years.’

About twenty years later, Ian began to study the dragon language in earnest. During that time, the chances of ‘Orde Naga’ have turned out to be huge.

‘I have to investigate from the beginning and do it right!’

Of course, it would be difficult to personally investigate thoroughly. There's an intelligence organization inside the Ivory Tower. However, it would not be appropriate to have them conduct a personal investigation on his behalf, so a decision was made for the employees of the 3rd party team.

“Guild of Thieves.”

Ian, sometimes using it in his previous life, used it rather often.

‘Lunch Break.’

The leader of the group was rather useful.

Though he wasn't very pleasant.

Even in a world like that.

* * *

This is an organization that mines intelligence from the back alley.

The people of the continent generally referred to such an organization as ‘Thief Guild’, but the Thief Guild was not a single group. There are countless thieves guilds in every city and the majority of them are just ‘ small time thieves’, struggling to survive every day.

“Bos. There's a guest.”

“Who is this? At this time.”

If there was a small-time thief guild, at the opposite end of the spectrum was a large-scale thief guild as well. ‘Day Break’ is the face of a large-scale thief guild, which has branch offices within the city limits of the imperial capital Green-Riverdium and even in other cities.

“He seems to be a first time visitor.”

As reported by the rough-looking subordinates, ‘Crude’, the young leader of Day Break and one of the eight pillars of the back alley world, laid down the scriptures he read. He has unusual silver legs.

“That's not what I asked?”

The leader, Crude, asked in surprise. It had been a long time since they had only received visitors who had filtered before. Only by recommendation, that is, only those who have been referred by their existing clients can make contact with the Guild. To become a certified client is the next step, but the first meeting must be accompanied by a referrer.

“It was, that is, he came alone.”

“Come alone?”

The process of making contact with Day Break is convoluted. Even the necessary steps regularly change after a certain period of time. Unless it is an existing client, or referred by an existing client, making contact with the organization is very difficult, even by chance.

“Sial, information must have leaked somewhere again.”

Crude oil rose quickly after drawing that conclusion.

He even grabbed the two daggers that were on the table.

That dagger looks so beautiful.

“Come go. I need to find out which one leaked the information.”

The main place of business operation Day Break is ‘arena monster’. It was extremely popular because its monsters were ferocious and had fighting skills that exceeded that of human gladiators. Next, this is a legal operation. Battles are conducted by monsters, which are considered inferior to animals.

“Where is he?”

“She said she would wait and have a look. Please wait a minute.”

Some subordinates dispersed to look for guests, not uninvited visitors. How long have you been waiting? Finally, the subordinates brought someone from among the arena guests. It was a man whose head was half covered with a slanted brown hood.

“Is that you, Sir? Who wants to deal with us?”

Crude, the guild leader, asked politely.

“I came to buy the information I need.”

‘Visitor’ hooded brown reply. He held a lot of betting tickets in his hands. It seems that he has put a lot of money on the bet.

“You have come to the right place. Please pass here.”

After giving a small grin, Crude took the lead. He led visitors to the 2nd floor of the living room in one corner of the arena, rather than to the main office of the guild. It was the guest room in name only because the room was like a warehouse to store junk and broken items.

“This is a simple place, but please sit.”

“Where should I sit?”

“Yeah, anywhere you want. Ha ha.”

At Crude's reply, the brown hooded man picked up an old chair and sat there. But due to the trembling, he could not sit comfortably. At this moment, the guest must have already received his message, but the hooded man remained calm. After checking the other chairs, he gave up and even showed unusual behavior by sitting on the floor.

“She is stupid or full of confidence.”

The thoughts were rough as he observed how relaxed the man was carrying himself. Everything this man believed in must be money. This happens often. Some people are clustered, thinking money is everything. Day Break was no ordinary thief guild. In addition to selling information, they have their business tentacles that span many areas, where they make a lot of money. So, they are not easily motivated by people whose status or money is limited.

‘Those who know will not act like this, perhaps, a trader who got a lot of money recently?’

Crude checked the man behind the hood. As the leader of an intelligence organization, he was familiar with most of the great people. He knew most of them from great merchants, nobles, Ivory Tower sorcerers, even members of the royal family.

“I'll know once the hood is removed.”

Crude stopped trying to figure out the man's identity. He gestured with his chin and his subordinates closed the door loudly. They even blocked the door. It was clearly a cage. Of course the subject of the confinement is the brown hooded visitor, more precisely ‘uninvited guests’ whom they believe to be the one who came, thinking he had enough money.

“I'm sure my son has already asked you, but why didn't you come with your director? This is a pretty important rule for us.”

Still, let's check it out.

crude asked hoping to find out.

“Because he's not from this world.”

“What?”

“Referrer, I mean.”

“Ha-ha, not from this world? So which world are you from?”

No need to listen anymore.

Look at this fool, talking nonsense.

It was clear that he was panicking.

“Who did you hear from?”

Crude oil demanded.

He no longer treated visitors politely.

There are no eyes to see, or ears to hear.

This room was built for such a purpose from the very beginning.

That is, this simple external living room.

“What do you mean?”

“How to establish contact with us. Have you heard of it from one of our clients, buying it with money? Stolen? Threatened her? Or through friendship?”

As is often the case, Crude alludes to many different circumstances. Of course, there are no exceptions in any case. All of that should be blacklisted, including this uninvited guest as well as the client who leaked the information.

“Information, good information. Do you think it was sold to just anyone? If there is a fool who says, I want to buy ~ information and toss some coins around will get it. Is that what you think? You must have thought we were just whores of info. ”

Crude pulled out a dagger after a sarcastic comment. Twisting it in his hand showed incredible handling skills.

“I warned you before, just because you didn't speak, it doesn't end this problem. What did I just say? Let's make a deal. You can get out that door, through there, intact, but if you keep your mouth shut, you can shut it forever. Throughout eternity.”

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That was in the blink of an eye. The dagger was thrown towards the uninvited guest's head, but it missed a single hair to penetrate the wall.

“Let me see your face first. Where are you from?”

As a result, the man's brown veil was pulled backwards. The first thing that is seen is brown hair, blue eyes, and skin patterns that are not friendly to the sun. Is that why? It is hard to see him as a grown man. And.

“…..Eh?”

He looks familiar. Not just for Crude, but for all his subordinates. How could they travel around this world, claiming to be a Guild of Thieves, without recognizing that face?