A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 247



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Episode 247. Surprise Me

Adrian’s eyes lit up as he knelt down.

His sparkling eyes were fixed on the red-eyed man before him.

Adrian clasped his trembling hands together in front of his chest.

“Ah, aah… Ketel… … You have not abandoned this wicked and lowly servant.”

Adrian looked up at the miracle of Ketel that had arrived at him from his knees.

Just then the clouds parted and sunlight emerged.

The sunlight shining on the red-eyed man was a splendid halo itself.

Tears flowed down Adrian’s eyes as he witnessed Ketel’s miracle.

Those were tears of emotion.

Have you ever met someone who said they would believe in you and support you so completely while walking the path of black mana?

As is the case in any country, the perception of warlocks in the Kingdom of Maia was not good.

It was close to persecution.

Especially, when the people of Amcheonhoe appeared, people’s eyes became even sharper.

Every time I go down to town to buy groceries.

It is the noble class to openly frown at everyone they meet or to hide their children behind and sneakily avoid them.

Being hit with stones or eggs was common.

Adrian would always smile casually and say hello, and try to be friendly.

The more this happened, the more people became wary of him.

What kind of dirty tricks are you trying to use? You’re trying to lure me with a smile and make me a victim of your curse. You’re trying to kidnap the child.

Still, Adrian smiled.

The attitudes of the other magicians in the Magic Tower were not much different.

It was common to hear gossip about them being followers of the unclean black mana, and discrimination of all kinds was rampant, starting with research funding.

It was a miracle that he wasn’t kicked out of the tower.

No, it was an unspoken pressure to go out.

Adrian even laughed it off.

Adrian always smiled.

He laughed once more, trying to break the stereotype that black magicians are vile, sinister, and gloomy people.

That doesn’t mean he was okay on the inside though.

The dark clouds began to grow even more violent.

One of my colleagues was assaulted by a group of villagers.

The fellow warlocks who had been researching together with him took off their black robes one by one due to the persecution.

Eventually, research funding was cut off.

Adrian had no choice but to become the representative of the black magicians and head north.

The most dangerous northern Tudra in the current situation, where the worst monster wave is predicted.

Still, Adrian didn’t lose his smile.

He believed that there was something he could do in the North.

He thought that he could help people with the power of black mana that he had honed.

Rather, I consoled myself by saying that it was good.

Anyway, can’t you touch the demon corpse that is used as experimental material as much as you want?

The northerners welcomed him kindly, as he had come to them with support from the Tower of Eden.

But when I revealed that he was a warlock, I saw his expression harden a little.

Adrian didn’t care.

Where is it that stones are not thrown?

The northern soldier asked.

“I don’t know much about black magic. Is there anything you need?”

“I need the corpse of the demon.”

The soldier showed me the warehouse where the frozen corpses of the demons were stored.

It was so old that I couldn’t use it.

“Aren’t there any fresh corpses?”

“The ones here are the freshest.”

“Oh. I guess I need a fresh demon to show off my skills.”

“Okay, then. Could you help the other wizards enchant the shells?”

“Oh, that’s not my specialty.”

“… … .”

In the end, Adrian had no choice but to suck his thumb while the senior wizards frantically imprinted magic onto the shells.

Adrian was naturally pushed to the back.

In that state, the first wave began, and when the situation was over, Adrian was the first to go outside the barrier and inspect the demons.

There were a lot of guys in good condition!

Now I can help people.

In your own way.

Just as I was about to pull out a few magic stones and start working,

The soldier took away the body he was working on.

The magic stone was also confiscated.

It seems that he misunderstood that I was taking care of it for my own personal gain.

He thought it was possible because while his senior wizards were enchanting shells to death, he was just eating rice without any end.

“Haha, it’s okay. There’s still so much left.”

After the soldiers sorted through the corpses of those in good condition, that is, those with marketable value, they were able to obtain permission to use the rest.

Adrian forced a smile and went to work looking for the corpses of the demons that were still usable.

At that moment, for the first time, someone approached me and spoke to me.

“Are you a wizard?”

Black hair that looks like it was grown out of control.

Fierce bloodshot eyes.

I couldn’t not know.

You have ears, too, and you hear rumors here and there.

The protagonist of a rather welcome rumor that he uses black magic, someone I’ve always wanted to meet.

The owner of the platinum shield who revived the Sherwood Mercenaries.

Ashvan Sherwood, the new leader of the Sherwood Mercenaries.

Ashvan was a rare man without preconceptions.

Asking him about black magic gave him the opportunity to explain that he had no connection to the Dark Heavenly Society.

Adrian chatted with him about this and that, then received a call from the Duke and quickly got up, sending him off.

“haha.”

Contrary to the scary rumors, I thought he was a pretty interesting guy.

Adrian threw himself into his work with a happy heart.

The weather outside the barrier was so cold that my hands would often freeze and I would have to go back inside the barrier to thaw them.

There was no support other than the campfires the soldiers were warming themselves by.

Because everyone was busy with other things.

He had no interest in going back to the black magician who only served food.

But Adrian was satisfied with that.

“Haha, thank you for your hard work.”

Adrian thawed his hands, then went beyond the road barrier and continued his work, fighting the cold alone.

The next morning.

A time when the sun does not rise completely.

Adrian went outside the barrier again.

“Haha, it’s cold, right? I brought some sweet potatoes on my way here. I think they’d taste good roasted.”

After distributing sweet potatoes to the soldiers, there was a man talking to himself as he went back to work, fighting the cold outside the barrier.

“What are you doing?”

“Ah, Ashvan! It’s nice to see you again.”

“That’s right.”

The man spoke to her about this and that without any prejudice.

“But isn’t it cold?”

“… … Even when it’s not the time for a monster wave, be careful because curious demons may visit from time to time.”

Adrian smiled broadly.

He was the one who worried about me with an expression that didn’t seem like he would care at all.

And then, out of the blue, he gave me a thick cloak as a gift.

“Huh? What is it?”

“It’s a cloak.”

“A cloak?”

“I picked it up here.”

Although he spoke as if it was nothing special, Adrian could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary item.

Because I could feel the energy of mana. It must be an expensive cloak enchanted with magic.

I was so overwhelmed with gratitude that I couldn’t help but let out a little bit of my true feelings.

“Ashvan Gong is truly a gift from Ketel! Oh, I apologize if that sounds rude. It means a lot to me. People usually don’t want to talk to warlocks.”

“Not really. It would be rude.”

Fortunately, he didn’t take it seriously.

“Then let’s go.”

“Yes! Please take care! May death pass you by!”

Thanks to this, Adrian was able to forget about the cold and focus on his work.

And the next day.

Adrian met him early in the morning when he was out on a scouting expedition and chatted with him to show off his work.

He was like a benefactor to Adrian.

He was the only one who approached me first when I was alone. Without any prejudice.

Although his speech was rough, I could tell he was a warm-hearted man.

He readily approached me and started talking to me, asking me about this and that.

The day before, they even gave us warm cloaks.

Was that not enough?

Now, isn’t it true that they are even providing generous support with expensive magic stones?

Although he had nothing to give, this generous, red-eyed man kept bestowing favors that could not be repaid.

Oh my, what on earth is this guy talking about?

If not the saint sent by Ketel, then what?

Are you saying that you are an apostle of Ketel?

The miracle sent by Ketel, the apostle of God, enveloped in a holy halo, opened his mouth.

“When you need even one more pair of hands, I will speak to the Duke separately. The Duke is a simple man. If you show remarkable results in the next wave, the Duke will not spare his support, so work hard.”

“ah…….”

“Show me results that make me want to support you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I’d be happy to… … !”

Adrian answered with tears in his eyes.

Whatever.

Ashvan gestured to his men who had come out of the walls and took all the magic stones they had and gave them to him.

I have received so much grace that it is almost too much to bear.

“How can I repay this favor… … .”

“How can I repay you?”

The man who gave generously spoke frankly.

“Pay back with your performance.”

“iced coffee……!”

“Aren’t wizards supposed to overturn common sense? Surprise me.”

Adrian left those words behind and looked at the Apostle of God running like a whirlwind through the swirling snowstorm.

He knelt before him and offered up the prayers of the black magicians who walked the path of black mana.

My words were often interrupted as my emotions surged up.

“May death… avoid you… …!”

Adrian, who always had a smile on his face, shed hot tears.

* * *

[Why is that guy crying and making a fuss all of a sudden?]

“Master, do you know why crazy people are crazy?”

[?]

“Because they are crazy.”

[What nonsense are you talking about?]

“The thoughts of crazy people are incomprehensible, and the more you delve into them, the more you can’t figure them out. That’s just how they are.”

[hmm.]

“So, not only can I not understand it, but I also don’t need to try to understand it. I feel better just thinking, ‘That’s how it is.’”

[It’s persuasive when you hear it from someone in authority.]

“… … .”

Adrian suddenly got down on his knees and started crying. I was so flustered that I just said what I wanted to say and ran away.

The second day of reconnaissance was not much different from the previous day.

The only difference, if any, was that I became a little more familiar with it and developed my own knack for it.

The Sherwood members, including me, had a great time playing with the demons in the White Hell.

I also decided to spare no support for the warlock Adrian, so I hunted the demons whenever I saw an opening.

Now I was getting used to being chased by demons.

Monde’s grumbling became habitual, and he often included profanity in his speech.

in result.

Day 2 of reconnaissance.

5 Class A demons and 84 Class B demons discovered.

Among them, 4 Class A demons and 51 Class B demons were eliminated.

There are two A-class demons: me and Mond Kyung, one each for the thief and the swordsman.

The golden hawk and the poisonous hawk killed two of them.

It looks like he’s been tormented with poison again.

It was a ridiculous number.

Even in Maya, it’s common to see guys like that wandering around.

Even if it was a monster wave, this number was a bit much.

It may be that I was able to cover a wider area than on the first day because I was more familiar with the geography and scouting.

The number of high-ranking demons has nearly doubled.

A bad feeling was slowly creeping in.

It seems like dozens of Class A demons might pop out from the second wave.

The third day of reconnaissance came like that.

While scouting the mountain range occupied by winter.

I caught a glimpse of a giant wave of demons rushing in.

The second wave has begun.

In just three days.