215. Letter Plane (1)
“You must be tired, wouldn’t it be better to rest?”
“it’s okay.”
Oliver, who had a huge hammer on his shoulder, and Joe, who was limping, exchanged words.
To his surprise, Joe was polite and respectful to Oliver.
It was sudden, but it had its own reasonable reasons.
The reason is nothing but order.
Although Oliver didn’t join the Fighter Crew, he insisted that while teaching black magic he had to have at least a minimum of authority, and for that, everyone he was taught, including Joe himself, had to respect Oliver.
‘Everyone has seen Dave’s power, so no one thinks it easy, but there are a lot of idiots here, so if you treat him with kindness, there may be people who think you’re the same. Therefore, from now on, I will respect everyone, including myself. Dave, please put it down.’
Oliver politely declined, saying he was more comfortable with respect, but he didn’t stop Joe from being polite.
In the first place, the tone was decided by the person speaking, so Oliver had no right to say this and that.
While thinking about the conversation they had in the past, Oliver arrived at the gym run by Dinklage.
As usual, the muscular men were sweating profusely and exercising.
“Five! Are you here?!”
Dinklage, who was short but with explosive muscles, approached me with a dumbbell.
“how are you? Chief.”
Oliver bowed slightly, and Joe bowed as bluntly as usual.
Dinklage saw it and shouted at the men in the gym.
“Can you see everyone?! Watch and learn! Even the tycoon who deals with the crime firm shows respect for me just because I’m a member!! Learn some manners!”
Dinklage shouted, ‘Yes, yes.’ answered dryly.
“What are you doing?”
“Work? there’s nothing wrong with it I’m just starting a new business, and they’re just trying to cut prices because they don’t conform to my reasonably high prices.”
“Is there anything that is reasonably expensive?”
“Sure. Right, here you are! . . . But, where is Joe going these days?”
Dinklage asked, glancing at Joe with bruises all over his body.
Joe glanced at Oliver and nodded.
“Yes.”
“Exactly, it’s training.”
Oliver corrected Joe’s words.
Quarterstaff slaps, stabs, punches, kicks, kicks, kneels, elbows, and black magic shots, but it was training, and I never got hit.
Dinklage narrowed her eyes and looked at Oliver.
“Right. What else is going on here? Judging by the weight on his shoulders, it doesn’t look like he came to exercise.”
“Yes, that’s right. In fact, I came to see Mr. Smith.”
***
A small abandoned building next to the gym.
It wasn’t until it collapsed, but Oliver entered the crumbling building.
There was a bit of dust floating inside the building, probably because of the lack of cleaning.
“Come on, oh… uh?!”
Inside the building, a chubby man was organizing things.
He was none other than the Warlock Artisan who made the Big Mouse for Oliver.
“Mr Dave?”
“Mr Smith. hello?”
Oliver greeted him politely, calling out the name of the chubby warlock he had recently known.
Human relationships are so mysterious that he reunited with Dinklage at the illegal martial arts arena in Zone X.
“Wait. Who said it was a good first meeting? I was caught here after being counter-intimidated!”
“Yes? I heard that you reached an agreement through enough conversations to hear me. Wasn’t it?”
“agreement? what did you do I ran out of money and got to the point where I had to dig through the trash cans. In the meantime, how can I refuse to ask for a place to stay and a place to do business?”
“Then, isn’t it okay?”
“Aren’t you going to take 50 percent of the profits instead? It’s worse than in the gray market.”
“ah·····. Then, why don’t we do business together?”
“As I said before, it was not a situation to refuse. He also threatened to report me to the crime firm if I refused. There were no options.”
“Ah, I’m sorry… I came here to ask you something.”
Without any sympathy for Smith’s words, Oliver went straight to his own business. I had a lot of work and didn’t have time to waste.
As if Oliver’s attitude had hurt Smith, he fell to the counter and began to cry.
“I hate this city! No one is on my side! Damn city bastards! It’s like they’re eating away from the kind and simple country people…”
“Are you from the countryside?”
“In the original city, there are more rural people than urban natives. How can people increase in a short period of time? Not even a rat!”
“Five·····. okay. It’s an interesting story. You seem to be in a bad mood. Are you okay?”
“Is it possible that it will be okay…! I came to the city with the pure hope of getting rich and living a debauched life, but everyone wants to eat my back! Even the enema here does exercise every day! Exercise!!”
The chubby man fell back on the counter and wept.
Rather than being really sad, it seemed more like a mental fatigue state of fatigue and irritability.
Joe quietly approached Oliver and whispered:
“Shall I hit you?”
“no. Why are you hitting me?”
“I usually stop crying when I hit it.”
“Really?”
Oliver thought for a moment, then shook his head. It didn’t seem like much.
“I brought you a gift for the opening of the business, wouldn’t this make you feel a little better?”
“What kind of gift is it?”
“Cash is the best gift, so 10 million randa—”
“-Oh, really?”
As if crying, Smith got up quickly. Also, he was a very professional man.
“Ten million?”
“Yes.”
“really?”
“Yes····. The Big Mouse you made is doing its best.”
That was true. The Big Mouse, which Van ordered out of curiosity, was one of Oliver’s most used items after the current quarter staff.
In a sense, it was more than a corpse doll.
Although it could not be used in battle, it was possible to carry a huge amount of loot after the battle without burden, which was truly revolutionary. It was also beyond Oliver’s ability.
In other words, without Big Mouse, we would not have been able to achieve this quickly.
‘I’ve seen a lot of good things, such as books, mortuary remains, transporting corpses, laboratory supplies, and so on.’
Even if the value is measured alone, it would be well over hundreds of millions of dollars.
Therefore, Oliver was not wasted at all by giving Randa 10 million to Smith, who made these items, as a gift to commemorate the opening.
It was a lot of money, but it was worth it. I had something else to ask.
After receiving the gift of a stiff bill, Smith brushed his hair, cleaned it up, and adjusted his posture.
“Welcome to my new store. Guest. What did you come here for?”
“I’m here to ask you something.”
Oliver placed his bandaged hammer on the counter.
thud. A heavy sound rang out.
“I think this sounds sluggish, am I mistaken?”
“No, you got it right.”
Oliver took off the bandages. Beneath the three-layered bandage was a hammer made of scarlet flesh and white bones.
“This·····.”
“It’s long to explain, but it was captured by a warlock I fought in the past. I tried to find out because it doesn’t seem like a normal thing, but there are limits to my talent. function-”
“-Is it recovery from wounds through strong durability and vitality absorption and intake?”
Five····. Oliver nodded at the correct explanation.
“How did you know?”
“uh····. Before answering, can you keep it a secret?”
“Yes.”
“It looks like something my master made.”
***
Master.
It was a word that was really close to the warlock but far away.
There are beings who act as teachers, but their name is Master.
In fact, he was closer to the owner than the teacher who gave instructions and guides him.
By the way, Smith called me Master.
“Our master is a little… You are a very unique person. For a black mage. I don’t mean it in a good way.”
“Oh, I see. By the way, did Master Smith really make this?”
“That’s right.”
Sincerity. It was amazing. Smith’s skills are also quite good, so we could have expected that he had a good teacher, but this was more than that.
“Then do you know about this?”
“no. I don’t know the details.”
This is also an unexpected answer.
Joe clenched his fists and approached him to help.
“Hey! I really don’t know… It’s like a weapon made from human materials, and I only know the basic functions, but I don’t know the details. This is a business run by Mr. Dinklage, so don’t even dream of using violence against me. please.”
Oliver stopped Joe.
“sorry. Joe stop. Mr. Smith is only telling the truth.”
“Oh! I don’t lie to anyone who gives me money… Most likely.”
Once the commotion subsided, Oliver asked again.
“I have no idea, how did you know that Master Smith made it?”
“Do you see this part here?”
Smith pointed to the lower part of the hammer. The earthquake part was visible with the fire painting.
“This·····?”
“It’s a bean stalk. It’s a bit burnt, but it’s kind of like a brand that Master puts on his work.”
“ah······.”
“So I don’t know about this object, but I do know that it was made by Master.”
“okay. So, you don’t know much more about this stuff, do you?”
“Yes. I use people as my material, and other than the basic functions I mentioned earlier, I’m also good… I don’t think I can help.”
Hmm·····. Oliver thought for a moment. It was a little disappointing, but it wasn’t too bad.
It’s just something I’m curious about, not something I’m curious about right now.
At least a little disappointing? … No, it wasn’t either.
I’ve heard at least how it was made, and I knew who made it. This was enough of a harvest.
Another option was to set up the lab equipment and study it slowly.
If it didn’t work out, it was also a way to disassemble it into pieces and study it.
As I was arranging the situation in my head, Smith said at once.
“If you wish, would you like to meet my Master?”
A really sudden offer. Oliver asked reflexively.
“Yes? Do you know where you are?”
“No, he wanders around a lot with a lot of wanderlust, debts and grudges, so we don’t know where he is. However, there is a 50% chance that I know how to contact you.”
“Fifty percent?”
“Actually, 30 to 40 percent. Maybe 20 percent.”
With those words, Smith took out a large envelope from the ship. Inside was stiff paper.
“…well, it’s human skin.”
“Yes, it is the finest bast processed like paper. Just write your application here and send it off. If you are lucky, you will get to Master. May I write you?”
fairy tale story. But Smith was sincere.
“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”
Joe, who was watching from the side, intervened with suspicion. Excessive favor in the back alley could be a bait.
“Why are you doing this…? Are you seriously asking? Think about it. To Hogu who gives Randa 10 million as a gift for opening a business, no! What kind of reward will you get in the future if you do this kind of favor to your guests? Of course, the probability of the letter arriving is low, and I doubt if it will come, and I will never help for free if I do, but it is true that I helped, so I can campaign well later.”
“Hmm, huh?”
“The word is wrong. Guest.”
“What do you mean it’s not free to come?”
“That’s what my teacher said, very, very, very… There’s no way to just help. They will ask for some pocket money. However, I am not sure if I will be able to help you properly.”
“Well····. How much do you have to pay?”
Smith pondered for a moment, then whispered in Oliver’s ear.
“Well, that’s enough…. Can you call me once?”
Oliver decided. It wasn’t urgent, but if there was a way to satisfy his curiosity, there was no need to hold on.
If it was a problem that could be solved with money, it wasn’t a big problem right now.
Upon hearing the answer, Smith nodded, wrote a letter to the bast, folded the paper airplane, and flew it away.
Surprisingly, the human skin plane flew beautifully high in the sky like magic.
“Originally, I had to throw it from a high place, but—”
―👑!
A crow that was passing by a flying bast airplane bit it.
cack-cack-cack-
“·················ogue.”
“·················ogue.”
“·················ogue.”
Oliver and Joe stare blankly.
Smith wrote the letter again and folded the plane.
“Throwing from a high place is more effective, just an example to show that. Follow me. I’ll show you throwing from high places.”