Life of a Magic Academy Mage

Episode 882

– Wardanaz. Drink this. Anger disappears.

To appease Lee Han, the good giants gave him giant wine in a large gourd.

This alcohol, made by fermenting the milk of mountain range sheep, was so strong and hot that just one sip was enough to soothe one’s anger.

Grumble!

“…If I’m not mistaken, it looks like it’s burning?”

-right! That way it’s hotter!

Although I didn’t drink alcohol, my anger subsided a little when I heard about the giants’ ridiculous drinking habits. Lee Han regained his energy and turned around.

“Thank you everyone for your concern.”

-That wizard is suspicious.

“Giants! “This Intarendals would never harm the master’s disciples…”

“That person is partly at fault.”

“?!”

Intarendals was shocked by Lee Han’s sudden words.

What did you do wrong?

-Let’s throw it to the cliff! Let’s throw it over the cliff!

“Not to that extent. “There is no need to get angry.”

-Wodanaz is generous! So nice!

The giants pretended to pat Lee Han on the back (they knew what would happen if they actually patted him from last time) and praised him.

‘okay. There is no need to despair already. Prophecy is not absolute.’

Lee Han composed himself.

The prophecy was not absolute. Rather, the attitude of being blindly swayed by prophecy could actually be more dangerous.

And isn’t Intarendals just a wizard? The interpretation could have been wrong.

For example, the guest star Arna may have become a star that helps the good students of Einroguard because its orbit was distorted and its laws changed during that time…

‘I thought about it, but it really seems like nonsense.’

As I learned magic, my intelligence increased, so it wasn’t easy to deceive myself.

“Ihan of the Wardanaz family. “We have to convince the giants.”

Even though Lee Han was falsely accused, Intarendals did not point it out.

Didn’t he hear those words because he failed to properly serve his master’s disciple at some point? I had to reflect on myself.

“All right. Persuade together…”

– Wardanaz. The sheep gave birth! Let’s go take a look!

-Wardanaz. I prepared a new pot. Take a look!

-I said it first!

-It’s natural for sheep to give birth! The pot is much more important!

Uddangtangkwadang!

When the giants grabbed each other by the collar and started fighting, Lee Han quickly stopped them.

“We’ll both go! both!”

After stopping the fight, Intarendals muttered in a belated voice as he watched Lee Han leave with the giants.

“No, persuasion…?”

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A low, rough voice came from behind Intarendals, who was alone in the giants’ camp, guarding the carts and waiting for Lee Han.

-This is an unusual guest. You lived longer than this old man?

‘Yacha!’

Intarendals looked at the old Yaksha and bowed lightly.

“hello. “This is Chamberlain Intarendals, who has come to conduct negotiations under the order of Gonadaltes.”

-Gonadaltes…? ah. Is it like that? Please treat me comfortably.

“I came here at the owner’s command, but I can’t do that.”

-Then we will be polite here too.

Old Yaksha guessed that the opponent was not the skeletal headmaster, but a servant of his crazy alter ego.

Among the skeleton headmaster’s minions, there was no chamberlain who was resurrected like that.

-But why are you here alone…?

“That’s it.”

Intarendals complained and explained the situation.

I was prepared that the negotiations with the giants would be long and difficult, but I had no idea that I would have to wait like this.

Even though negotiations are in full swing right now, it is not enough, so it is natural to complain about waiting.

-ah. The giants are quite fond of the boy from the Wardanaz family. It’s been a while since I visited, so I’m sure we have a lot to talk about.

“Were giants such a sociable race?”

-Not really. Isn’t it just that the boy from the Wardanaz family is unusual?

Intarendals nodded at the old man’s words.

As a disciple of Gonadaltes, Lee Han was bound to be an extraordinary person.

…I didn’t know that it would be revealed in the part where I was close to the giants, but…

“Anyway, I have to negotiate, but I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

-You mean negotiations?

“I told you, right? We need bodyguards to protect the mountain range workshop…”

-Ah. It’s not that I didn’t understand the meaning.

The old Yaksha put down the bag and basket he was carrying and said.

-The giants would just listen to Wardanaz if he asked.

“haha. You’re good at telling jokes! …for a moment. “It wasn’t a joke, was it?”

-yes.

“What… this doesn’t make sense.”

Intarendals responded negatively.

Of course, I knew from first-hand that Lee Han was close to giants, but public and private life had to be viewed separately.

Giants are not a tolerant species that will take on tasks for nothing just because they are close.

-It’s true. Check it out when you get back…

Before I could finish speaking, the giants had finished their last visit and returned to the camp with Lee Han.

-Isn’t our statue cool?

“Yes… it’s really cool…”

-They made it on the eastern peak too! Let’s go see that too!

“…Let’s see about that later. Masterpieces are not meant to be binge-watched. The emotion is weakening…”

– As expected, Wardanaz! Smart!

Giants seem to have developed a hobby for sculpture these days, so they were creating giant statues crookedly on each mountain peak.

It was okay up to that point, but as I was trying to take him around and show him around, one by one, I was exhausted.

“Oh. hello.”

Lee Han, who found the old Yaksha at the campsite, greeted him. Before the Yaksha could respond, the giants let out angry accusations.

-Boo! Hey old man!

-Wodanaz is angry because of you! Wardanaz worked hard! Be responsible!

-???

Old Yaksha was taken aback when he suddenly received criticism.

They say giants talk a lot of nonsense, but what does it mean that Wodanaz went through a hard time?

-What nonsense? What did I do?

-Wodanaz I met the Yacha King! I had a hard time because of that! Yasha old man is responsible!

-…You met the Yasha King?!

Old Yaksha was the most surprised he had been today.

There were Yaksha races scattered across many dimensions, but among them, there was only one who could be called the Yaksha King.

The wisest yaksha whom all yakshas respect and serve!

-You mean you met that wise king?

“What does it mean to be wise?”

Lee Han grumbled in a sharp voice.

Old Yaksha, who noticed the other person’s dissatisfied voice, asked back as if he did not understand.

-What are you so dissatisfied with when you met His Highness the Yasha King? What a glorious opportunity that is!

It is said that the king, the wisest yaksha, stays in a palace in a dimension that ordinary people cannot dare to access and manages wisdom and secrets.

The king’s wisdom was so amazing that there were countless people who would sacrifice their eyes or their hearts to meet this Yaksha king.

-There is this legend in the old Yaksha legend. A lost and wandering traveler found a house in the middle of the night, opened the door, and inside…

“It’s a legend and all, but it didn’t help me. “I almost died.”

-Boo! It’s mean!

– Yacha old man apologize!

‘Was the teaching perhaps a bit extreme?’

The old Yaksha thought to himself.

King Yasha was a good king who liked to give his wisdom to lost wanderers, but that may have seemed a bit extreme to the young wizard.

Thinking like that, the old Yaksha felt truly sorry.

To think that something the king clearly did with good intentions was misinterpreted and accepted like that.

‘Okay. Later, as time passes, you will realize the king’s will and be grateful.’

The old Yaksha nodded, thinking that if Lee Han had heard, he would have immediately ordered the giants to grab him by the collar.

-Uhm. There must have been a crisis. Still, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity…

“I told you to visit again next time.”

-no! Then of course you should visit, you young wizard!

The old Yaksha got angry without even realizing it.

If the king invited me, I would say ‘thank you’ and come and receive wisdom, not even knowing that the little guy was grateful!

“What nonsense are you talking about? “I won’t do it.”

-Think about it carefully. The king…

-Does not visit Wardanaz! Yacha old man be quiet!

-…These young guys are real!

The old Yaksha wielded a large wooden stick filled with the good karma he had accumulated. The giants screamed and ran away.

-…The king taught everything with you in mind. Do you understand?

“By the way, the principal’s crazy alter ego is also teaching me with me in mind.”

-……

The old Yaksha realized once again that the boy in front of him had so many outstanding teachers.

Normally, there is only one teacher who you may or may not meet for the rest of your life, but with such teachers competing to teach each other, it is just tiring for the student.

‘The king is not the kind of person who deserves to be treated like this!’

“Those giants.”

Intarendals, unable to wait, finally cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

“Can we start negotiations soon? Even if I start now, it will take two more days…”

-Huh? no.

-We finished talking while walking around earlier. I’m going to help now.

The giants said that and walked toward the workshop with long strides.

Intarendals was unable to speak due to great shock, but was barely able to utter a single word.

“…This chamberlain is getting old and can no longer help the master with his work!”

“no. Why are you doing that again? “It’s because the giants are just friendly.”

Lee Han quickly comforted his friend’s shocked ancestor.

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This group of evil adventurers called the Joyoung of Khangla had a deep connection with Antagondals from long ago.

No matter how good a wizard he is, he cannot do everything alone. Antagondals, a magic criminal, also did the same.

Adventurers who could quietly and skillfully complete Antagondals’ requests were needed, and Cangla’s Joyoung was the most outstanding among them.

In return, Antagondals provided the party with powerful magic.

Excellent adventurers always have a wise wizard to help them on their adventures, and for this king of Khangla, Antagondals was that wise wizard.

Therefore, it was natural for these adventurers to take action seriously when contact with Antagondals was lost and a rescue request came.

‘It’s not simply because support has been cut off. It’s a chance to get more of the magic items he has.’

To put it bluntly, all you had to do was find a new wizard to support the party with magic.

There may be no archmage like Antagondals, but it’s not impossible to find one at all.

But what about the numerous treasures that Antagondals holds?

These adventurers knew better than anyone else how much treasure and artifacts Antagondals, a master magic criminal, had collected. I had no choice but to do that as I worked under him.

Even if Antagondals could not be saved, at least the key or access rights had to be retrieved and brought out.

“But will Antagondals obediently give it up?”

“If you think it won’t work, you should think about ending it. Since he was trapped in Einroguard, he probably wasn’t as weak as usual. “It’s a place where even a decent person can feel mushy.”

The locksmith, whose entire body was covered with a cloak and mask imprinted with the shadow of midnight, spoke.

Adventurers belonging to Khangla’s formation were reluctant to reveal their identities or names. This was because it would be dangerous if something happened.

An adventurer called the Swordmaster expressed his opinion.

“What about killing someone and then coming out with just the body?”

“That’s a choice you only make in the worst case. “When you die, all your treasures may be tied up.”

“Damn it. I can’t believe I got to visit Einrogard. “I heard that from my grandfather…”

“What did my grandfather say?”

As the bowman muttered, the other adventurers asked curiously.

“My grandfather once broke into Einrogard and was caught. “He barely escaped.”

“oh. Aren’t we lucky? “You must have heard about Einrogard.”

“no. He couldn’t say a word about Einrogard. Until the day you die. A ban was placed on his soul. The only thing he could say was fearful and told him not to go to Einrogard.”

“……”

“……”

An instinctive fear arose among the evil adventurers who had experienced many hardships.