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"Hahaha! Look at this!"
"Now we're rich!"
Ian distributed the amber found in the hidden storehouse to the rcenaries.
'Rich... is that so?'
The rcenaries were delighted as they handled the gem fragnts.
But to Ian, it wasn't sothing to be that excited about.
Amber was certainly a gem, but its value was ambiguous.
It wasn't even cut and polished, just raw stones. They were freshly dug from a river and piled up haphazardly.
Honestly, so looked no better than ordinary rocks.
And besides, the rcenaries mined them, so it's just returning to their own hands, right?
"I'm gonna buy a cow with this!"
"Pigs and chickens too! Hahaha!"
"..."
When dieval people got money, they first tried to buy livestock.
Livestock was like a sure-win stock that would always yield profits if raised properly.
They were all smiles at the thought of buying chickens and pigs and going "To the moon~~".
Well. If the animals don't die, they'll certainly beco wealthy, so it's a good choice.
... Though it's uncertain how much money they'll get from selling these raw amber stones.
Ian didn't outright tell the rcenaries, 'You can't get rich with that.' Only cold-blooded bastards born with T genes could do such a thing.
Ian was just a common INFP, as common as stones on the roadside.
"I'm taking this as my share. No objections?"
"Of course not! Hehe..."
Ian took his and his companions' share of the raw amber stones.
He didn't take much, just about half a basket.
Ian hadn't hired porters, so the amount of luggage he could carry was limited.
The most space-consuming item on a journey was, of course, food.
Just packing enough food for three people already creates an annoying pile of luggage.
They were using a donkey borrowed from the monastery as a pack animal, but there wasn't enough room to carry around heavy stones.
But selling this to the rcenaries?
Those guys are clearly dirt-poor rcenaries carrying only weapons like falchions. It's questionable if they could even give proper change.
It's better to decide what to do with it after visiting Baron Vincents' domain.
"Um... Wizard sir."
As Ian was dividing the amber, a sharp-eyed rcenary approached and spoke.
"That cloth-like object... I hadn’t seen it until now..."
"..."
He was referring to the golden tapestry.
The rcenary might have thought he was being quite perceptive...
But in reality, it was an utterly tactless move.
"Ah. You an this?"
When Ian lowered his voice as if displeased, the 'truly' sharp-eyed rcenaries around beca restless.
No! The wizard must have taken it first because he liked it!
Why the f*ck are you pointing that out! You crazy bastard!
Ian is a wizard who can burn people to death with his bare hands.
Yesterday he burned a demon wizard to death, so he might burn an annoying rcenary today!
If Ian had heard this, he would have asked 'Who's this psychopath you're talking about?', but...
How could the rcenaries know Ian's personality?
In the Empire, wizards were known to be eccentric beings.
Ian had indeed incinerated the demon wizard with a spear of fla.
Anyone who saw that and thought 'Wow~ He burned that person so warmly~ How kind~' would have a screw loose in their head.
The rcenaries naturally assud Ian was nurturing an eccentric monster inside.
So they hurriedly rushed out to do damage control.
"Wow~ It's really magnificent!"
"I don't know what it is, but it suits you perfectly, Wizard sir! Hahaha!"
It goes perfectly with the wizard!
Just take it without hesitation!
Ian beca slightly uneasy when the rcenaries suddenly started flattering him.
Don't tell these guys...
Are they saying I took the good stuff, so I should share so crumbs? Now?
Honestly, they were right.
The raw amber stones were too heavy for their value, but the golden tapestry was light, expensive, and precious. Ian had indeed taken the best item here.
Also, instead of threatening 'Give us money!', the rcenaries approached with a begging attitude like 'Hehe. You got the big piece... how about so scraps for us...'
He could have graciously taken out so change from his pocket and scattered it.
But Ian made an excuse first.
"I took it because it was left by the demon wizard. It seems to be imbued with evil power."
"E-Evil power!"
"Oh my! I'm not going anywhere near that!"
The rcenaries retreated in unison, as if on cue.
Whether it was really an evil object or not, they now had an excuse not to approach it!
Now any sane person wouldn't covet the wizard's belongings...
"But I'm really curious what kind of object it is. Perhaps I could touch it just once..."
"Hey, you bastard... Are you a minion of demons?"
"Drag that f*cker out!"
There was one who kept coveting Ian's tapestry to the end.
But the rcenaries with proper sense imdiately moved to suppress him.
"Wizard sir. Please keep that demon wizard's object safe!"
"Uh... Huh? Sure."
Ian nodded slightly, tilting his head.
He thought soone might covet it since he got an expensive item.
But it's unexpectedly quiet?
As expected... They all hate demon wizards!
"Demon wizards must be pretty scary."
As Ian muttered, Belenka comnted from beside him.
"It seems they're more afraid of you than demon wizards."
"Co on. What are you talking about? Of course they're more afraid of demons than !"
"... Hmm. Let's say that's the case."
No matter how you look at it, they seem to be afraid of Ian...
Belenka thought so, but she just shrugged her shoulders.
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As soon as the distribution of spoils was over, Ian imdiately prepared to depart.
In hindsight, Ian had killed a suspicious demon wizard.
There's a good chance the demon wizard's colleagues might notice and co after them.
It's better to leave before getting entangled in troubleso affairs.
Most of the rcenaries chose to go their separate ways.
The senior officers were all dead anyway. Stupid Jubal couldn't run the rcenary band alone.
becoming an officer? I'm not capable of that.
Most were just guys who ran away because they hated farming.
Organizing and managing a rcenary group was out of the question.
"Hehe. Wizard sir. Perhaps you need a worker..."
"I don't."
For the incompetent rcenaries, Ian absorbing Jubal's rcenary band as his private army would be the best outco.
But Ian has no reason to raise soldiers.
What would a wizard do dragging around a bunch of rcenaries? Plunder villages?
Moreover, Ian has the spatial scroll he received from Gerard.
If things go wrong, he could just teleport away, which would an abandoning the rcenaries.
"Jubal. What about you? What will you do now?"
After most of the rcenaries had left, only a handful remained, including Jubal.
"I..."
Jubal scratched his large chin and said.
"I want to go with master."
"Hmm..."
Jubal was an outstanding warrior, but a fool. He lacked the ability to find his own way.
"The wizard is busy!"
"Yeah! Boss! Co with us! Let’s make another score!"
"..."
Jubal stared at the rcenaries with gloomy eyes.
Apparently, he doesn't want to go with the rcenaries.
"F*ck... Brother Jubal! Wake up!"
When the rcenary barked at him, Jubal flinched.
"Who would take in and feed soone like you! We're only doing it because it's us! Where else could you get a warm al!"
"..."
"You're a murderer anyway! Even the temple won't take you in!"
"But... I want... to go to heaven..."
"Heaven my ass! You think rcenaries like us can go to heaven?!"
The rcenaries shouted, certain that Ian wouldn't take Jubal with him.
In their eyes, Jubal was a useless fool.
The only thing he knew how to do was fight, so what use would a wizard have for him?
So they wanted to take him and use him as a battle slave for the rcenary band like before.
Indeed, Ian had no intention of taking Jubal along.
At least, not until he heard what the rcenaries were saying.
"You guys."
Ian, unable to stand it any longer, opened his mouth.
"Aren't you treating your boss too harshly? He's still the leader of your rcenary band, even if in na only."
"Hahaha... We're just close, that's why. We're close."
"If you're close, is it okay to curse him as soone who can't even go to heaven when he dies?"
"..."
Ian was disgusted by the rcenaries' words.
And he wasn't the only one feeling disgusted.
"Warriors can go to heaven too."
Belenka said in a low voice, arms crossed.
"If they protect the weak and fight for justice. Honor will guide a warrior's soul to heaven."
"... But the priests don't say things like that?"
"Our local priest did."
"???"
The rcenary didn't know Belenka was a foreigner.
In reality, there were subtle differences in doctrinal views between the Heaven's Faith of the Empire and that of Baekguk.
In the desolate and impoverished Wintz of Baekguk, they taught that even warriors who commit murder can go to heaven.
Seeing Ian and Belenka's ominous reactions, the rcenaries hurriedly ca over and whispered.
"No... We're trying to help Captain Jubal right now!"
"How exactly are you helping him?"
"Haah... Wizard sir. You great ones might not understand, but for bottom-feeders like us, life is war!"
Ian snickered.
Ian is the son of a serf.
He foraged for bugs in the mountains until he was 10 years old. If he'd been unlucky and there had been a famine, he might have had the rare experience of starving to death.
Excited, the rcenary raised his voice in front of Ian.
"To survive, we have to step on those even lower than us! And do you know who's the easiest to crush and kill? Fools, beggars, and jesters!"
"..."
"The weak get trampled! If the captain had t us on the road, do you think he'd be treated like this? No! We would have robbed him!
Because no one protects fools!"
Ian flinched.
He felt a rising heat from behind.
...Kira approached the rcenaries with blazing eyes.
She spoke slowly in a voice that seed to spit out the words.
"According to you... 'bottom-feeders'... shouldn't the weak protect each other instead?"
"Again with that naive..."
"Tell . If you t a wandering jester on the road..."
"Ha! We'd kill him right away! And take all his money!"
The rcenary might have thought he was giving the right answer in his own way.
Beggars, fools, and jesters are society's weakest, unprotected by anyone.
Killing the weak and taking their possessions is clearly a profitable act.
However, that answer triggered a dark mory in Kira.
"... Then what if. If I et scum like you..."
"Wi-Wizard...?"
"It ans it's okay if I burn you all to ashes!"
Kira's eyes flashed like burning flas.
At that mont.
An explosive fla erupted from beneath the rcenary's feet!
"Aaaaargh!"
The rcenary let out a terrible scream.
His startled comrades rushed over, but the magically conjured flas wouldn't easily extinguish.
[Yes! Burn! Incinerate them all!]
Ian noticed the Mystery of Fire swirling around Kira.
"Haa... Haa..."
Kira trembled, her fists clenched tight.
Ian dispersed the Mystery of Fire and cald Kira down.
"Are you okay?"
"Ian..."
Kira pressed her forehead against Ian's chest, catching her ragged breath.
"I... suddenly feel like crying."
"Calm down first. Go over there."
Ian sent Kira away and stepped forward.
The flas had gone out, but the rcenary's legs were scorched bright red.
It would be a severe injury even by modern standards, let alone in dieval tis.
It's a critical wound bordering on disability.
"M-My legs...! My legs...!"
"Be grateful you're still breathing."
Ian said coldly.
"That wizard's father, he was a wandering jester who was murdered by bandits."
"...!"
The rcenary was so dumbfounded he lost his words.
How on earth did a jester's daughter... beco a wizard!
"Seeing what you guys are like, I can't possibly entrust Jubal to you."
"Wh-What?"
"You've been exploiting Jubal without paying him a penny, right? Gaslighting him that he'd starve to death if he left thegroup."
"Gas... What?"
"It's a thing. You ignorant f*cks."
Ian called Jubal.
"For now, co with . I'll find you a decent village to live in."
"Yes! Thank you! Master!"
"Drop the 'master' bit."
Though Jubal was snatched away before their eyes, no rcenary dared complain.
This ti, it might not be their legs, but their lives at stake.
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