Return of the Class 8 Mage
76. Dragon (3)

Until a while ago, Crude's mind was like this.

Isn't he, himself, the main man?

The fellowship was originally discovered by his father, who had died early. After inheriting the Guild, he expanded his business to what it is today.

Any business he invests in is always successful.

As they say money grows money, he is so rich that not even the greatest trader is the subject of his current jealousy. Is that everything? He has many trustworthy subordinates. Any person as successful as he is, such a person would be defined as the main person in this world, or at least one of the greatest people in the world. That is, one of the greatest people who controls all the economies, politics and cultures of the continent.

Yet.

 ‘Gading..

 ‘Big men’ Crude has always dreamed of.

The greatest of the greatest people there is.

The one who rose to the highest magician rank at the youngest age.

The witch, too, summoned the crown prince's teacher.

Young and new ruler of Ivory Tower.

 ‘....master tower?’

The young man who was called, Ian Page.

That great man had appeared before his eyes.

There is no way to know why he came.

There is no clue as to why.

 ‘Maybe not.’

No, it's not possible.

There's no road. There is no road!

Crude thought about it over and over again.

The subordinates around him were on the same ship.

 ‘Why is the tower lord of Ivory Tower here?’

What logical reason would bring the ruler of the Ivory Tower tower to the Guild of Thieves? There is an established intelligence department inside the Ivory Tower. Is it for personal reasons? Even if that was the case, he would not have come here directly. He's gonna send a trusted lieutenant. Raw is sure. He had met many tall people and they were all like that.

 ‘Of course. It should be similar. Definitely see...’

 “I came from Ivory Tower after spending time, toying.”

 “Ki..time, fouling......?”.

Crude let slip the last part of the visitor response.

He couldn't even say the words correctly.

It was as if his tongue had become numb.

 ‘……?’

No, it's not just a simple feeling.

Not just the tongue, but from head to toe.

Every part of the body becomes frozen solid.

The paralyzed condition completely controlled his body.

 “Uuum.... Eh?”

 “Mu, Mother....!”

Not just Raw silk.

Every single person around is the same.

They fall here, there and everywhere.

His tongue was tied, and it was very difficult to breathe.

 ‘Magic....’.

This is magic.

That must be magic.

It was a magic that froze the subject's body.

Is it called ‘lumpuh’?

 “Danger throwing knives wildly. No?”

Nobody in the living room thinks like that. There was no chance in hell that Crude would make such a mistake or that Ian would take the hit. It just can't be expressed verbally.

 “I used magic because I was surprised.”

 “I used magic because I was surprised.”

Ian said something that no one could believe and as he waved, the paralysis spell that had caught up with Crude and everyone in the room was neutralized. The frozen body began to move normally, and the swollen veins that would burst out became stable as well.

 “Decah! Holy hooch! Breath!”

Most of the subordinates of the Thief Guild gasped for breath or immediately tested their physical condition. But there was only one person, Crude, the boss of the Guild of Thieves, who was staring carefully at Ian. Whatever it takes, he has to get out of this bad situation.

 ‘What, what should I do ...’

Crude had met many people who were in successful cruise control such as high government officials, nobles, and famous merchants. So, he's very confident. He had the guts to control any situation and would not move in the slightest even in the presence of a person of high power or wealth. But, not now. That's a lot, not right now.

 ‘Mr tower, tower lord of Ivory Tower....!’.

Is that the tower master? That was the highest point of magic. With just a simple wish, he had the power to obliterate the entire Guild of Thieves. Even if he had made a grave mistake towards the emperor, he would not be in such a fundamental fear like this moment.

 “A terrible way to welcome visitors.”

The young tower lord muttered.

The mutter had firmly found a home at the end of Crude's ear tunnel.

No matter what is done from now on, it must be shown by action.

 “Uh, Uh, What personally brought the master of Ivory Tower ...”

 “I already regret it.”

 “Re, Sorry Sir?”

 “I'm sitting on a strange warehouse floor.”

Ian got up from the floor and cleaned his back. He did not forget to show a dissatisfied face, even though he did not even have a speck of dust due to the clean magic effect.

 “Yes, Please, Please accept my sincere apology first!”

Crude, the guild boss, pleaded with his hands and knees while bowing. He didn't even care about all the dirt and foreign matter that entered through his mouth and nostrils. Only if it would save his life and the guild.

 “We have made an internal error! If we had known about it before, there would not have been such a huge mistake! Please have great mercy and we apologize for our mistake!”

He repeatedly banged his head against the floor as he pleaded.

It's not just acting either. There was blood flowing down his forehead.

Desperate to keep his life is obvious.

 “Please stand. You can break your skull. ”

 “Even if my skull will be smashed to pieces....!”

 “That's not to my liking.”

 “I, I'll fix it soon!”

Crude immediately stood up after hearing Ian.

Blood flowed down his face and reached his neck.

He must have hit his head pretty hard.

 “I also apologize for not complying with the rules. Since this is a personal matter, there is no special referrer.”

 “Of course. That must be an urgent matter. It is our fault for not knowing that and not giving you a decent welcome! ”

 “Ha ha...”.

 “Ha ha...”.

 ‘Looked stature is certainly fun’

That's Ian, living his second life.

He finally saw the world for what it was.

 “Let us serve you in a real living room. How can we attend you, the ruler of the tower of the Ivory Tower, in a simple place like this...”.

 “No, because I'm pressed for time, let's start talking.”

Crude shut his mouth after hearing Ian.

Ian Page, new ruler of the Ivory Tower.

An understanding emerged of who he was.

 ‘Standard is absolute.’

There must be a line he drew.

As long as the line was not crossed, he would understand.

However, that line had to be crossed.

 ‘How he will change cannot be anticipated.’

At this moment Crude gulped.

 “As I have said before, I came to buy information.”

Ian kept talking.

 “Because this is a personal matter, I am reluctant to exert the power of the Ivory Tower and I heard the rumors while pondering. There is a thief guild that has all the elements, skills, and confidentiality guaranteed. ”

 “This is my honor, and your praise flatters.”

 “The first impression is of course rather disappointing.”

 “….”

 “Anyone can make a mistake.”

 “I will do everything not to disappoint ..”

 “I'd rather you show with your actions.”

Show it with action.

Be diligent in the main job.

Crude got the message without too much trouble.

He lowered his body as low as possible as he spoke.

 “Please command your command. If intel can be provided, it will be delivered immediately, if necessary investigation then the required intel will be presented as soon as possible, Mr.”

When Crude put all his strength into this.

 “Concidentally, have you heard of the dragon sequence?”

Ian cut to the chase and raised the topic of conversation.

I know them as a form of religious group that worships dragons like gods. But to judge them by their size and reputation, it is somewhat ambiguous to call them a religion. There was no good example within the empire and even in kingdoms far beyond the great plains, one had to go to the far west …. ”

He cannot be the guild boss by name alone. His response flowed after a simple question of whether he knew. The location of an obscure corner of the country, where Ian found scammers in his previous life, is being lifted.

 ‘I think, even so, I went there after receiving information from these guys’

Things don't change.

That was, the information the Guild of Thieves had about the order of dragons.

Not just one or two years, but after about twenty years later.

Of course, those changes come little by little, only after a certain activity. In this life, the demand for intel will be wider in terms of searching for the whereabouts of the dragons.

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 “I also know about that dragon order.”

 “Then, do you want an in-depth investigation?”

As the situation stabilizes again, Crude returns to his quick innate intelligence. He gave the perfect guess that all Ian wanted was a thorough investigation.  

 “Iya. From trivial information to baseless rumors, without dropping a word, I want you to investigate everything. Let me say it again, even unfounded rumors are fine. ”

Ian emphasized the baseless rumors twice. Crude heard it not to try to judge the intel's interests, but even that didn't matter to him.

 “Ah, and service charge ...”

 “I won't accept any fees. Yes, I realized that the service fee was a small potato for the tower lord. Just that, please take that as my sincere apology, and the entire guild for our mistakes. ”

Crude spoke non-stop.

It was a comment he had prepared some time ago with regards to the service fee.

The moment he thought it would be quite a prepared comment.

 “Then please accept this.”

 “…..Sorry?”

Ian gave Crude half of what he held in his hand for a while. Those were all bets he made in the arena. Just from the thickness, it was clear that the number of bets made was huge.  

 “This is.....?”

 “I will pay the service fee with the win payment. The number should be quite large. Is that Carlas, the Ice Troll with the spear? The payout odds are high. ”

A moment later, the MC sound, which was responsible for the operation of the arena, spread loudly to the crystal amplifier. The thin wooden walls of the warehouse could not withstand the sound.

- What a turnaround! The old fighter of the Ice Troll clan, faced retirement after all the losses! The gray-haired Carlas had defeated Peanut, the indomitable Ork!

At the same time, Crude became confused.

He knew very well about the gray-haired Carlas.

He is none other than ‘pouch boxing’ arena.

He is ‘alat ask’ to increase gambling participation.

The old monster's leg won?

Against Peanut, Ork with a hundred percent chance of winning?

 “Opo.

The confusion was short-lived.

The reason can be concluded.

Who bets on the trolls?

It was a witch. The ruler of the 6th class tower of the Ivory Tower.

 ‘Magic.....?’

He was able to draw conclusions when his mind got that far. It was a competition involving a witch. Under normal circumstances, the competition would be stopped for an investigation to be conducted, but not this time. Who was the witch who influenced the outcome? It was the 6th class, the ruler of the Ivory Tower tower.  

 “Thank you, thank you. Your perception is very good.”

In the end, there is only one way.

Be sincere and accept what is offered.  

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Whether Ian was responsible or not, there was nothing more Crude could do.

There was no courage to question the ruler of the Ivory Tower tower.

There is no way to prove that magic is involved.

There's nothing to do.

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