65. Graymarket (1)
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Oliver bumped into the quarterstaff and headed to the magician’s studio where Associate Professor Herbertton was.
It wasn’t far, but on the way, you could see the traces of the gangs who were knocked down by black darts or who managed to escape with their lives.
For that reason, when I focused my attention on my eyes, I couldn’t see any more disturbers.
In addition to the disturbers, the number of people lounging around has also drastically decreased.
Of course, there was one or two mixed emotions of curiosity, interest, and a little bit of fear, but I decided not to care.
There were a lot of people in Area X who spyed on others like this. In fact, Cant said so too.
There is no end to paying attention to each one, so I told him not to worry about it unless security is really important.
Rather, he said that it might help to increase the value of the name depending on how it is used.
Oliver touched his face, just in case.
To be more precise, a black magic item leather mask over his face.
Fortunately, there were no rips or damage.
After confirming, Oliver left the spies behind and moved forward.
As long as you walk around with this face, there is a hole through which you can escape in case of any unforeseen danger. Rather, I decided to try as many experiences as I could.
Anyone else know? Will this make things a little easier?
While thinking so, Oliver arrived at the magician’s workshop.
“Well········.”
Oliver looked around the four buildings used as workshops.
There were eight, eight, six, and nine personnel in each workshop, and all were not in a rational state due to emotions such as fear, fear, and confusion.
The most notable of the dogs was the largest workshop, where there were a total of nine people, one of whom had a different emotional state.
Like everyone else, he was embarrassed by the sudden situation, but that didn’t mean he was in a panic.
He had the courage to show his will, rolled his head and hoped to somehow overcome this situation.
At first glance, a bright blue light appeared with him.
That blue light was not an emotion. It wasn’t even vital.
These two are similar but different, but I’ve seen them somewhere before.
When was it… ah! Lightning Wizard.
Oliver soon recognized that the light was magical.
“Then is that person a wizard?”
As soon as Oliver saw the target, he went right inside.
I went into the workshop at once, because I couldn’t see anyone with any hostility or any intentions.
As soon as I walked in, I could smell the smell of dust and sour alcohol at the same time.
In addition, intricately connected pipes along the ceiling, multi-purpose water tanks, and stills were also seen.
Potatoes and corn stacked on one wall, and potion undiluted in a box.
As he slowly looked around, he would spot people hiding under desks or behind appliances.
“I know you are there. Come out.”
Silence returned the answer. Exactly, silence and fear.
“I won’t hurt you, so everyone come out. Please.”
Perhaps persuasion worked this time, one of them slowly came out with both hands raised.
He wore a work hat over his dirty work clothes, but he had no will to fight, so he looked like a simple worker.
“Ugh… Please save me…”
“You may leave.”
said Oliver, politely pointing towards the door.
Instead of reassured that he had made a mistake, he felt confused and then almost panicked and ran outside.
“Hey I profit…!”
“Aren’t you going to go out with other people?”
Then the other workers, who were watching the situation, slowly came out and looked at them, and they ran away screaming just like the first person I had left before.
I couldn’t understand why, but somehow I was able to sort things out thanks to you.
Oliver looked around and entered the depths of the wizard’s workshop.
We passed the stills, various machines, and boxes of red fluorescent alcohol on one wall, leading to the narrow and messy office.
Oliver reflexively looked around the empty office.
The huge window opened, letting in the cold outside air, and the wind cluttered the books and papers on top of the desk.
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Not only that, but the safe inside the office was left half-opened with some cash.If an ordinary person had seen this place, they would have thought that someone ran away with money in a hurry.
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Not really, it wasn’t stupid.Given the circumstances, that was a reasonable inference.
Perhaps, if Oliver hadn’t had the warlock’s vision, he would have been focused on it.
‘that’s interesting.’
Oliver thought to himself without hesitation.
Then he blinked, changing his normal view and the warlock’s view to look at Associate Professor Herbert, who was standing in the corner of the office holding his breath.
He was invisible from a normal human’s eye, perhaps using magic, but from a warlock’s view, he could see his emotions.
Perhaps, it was magic with a stealth function such as a shade clock, but the performance itself seemed much better.
Shade Cloak absolutely needs darkness, whereas Associate Professor Herbert just didn’t see it.
But, if it was all superior, it wasn’t.
His emotions and vitality, along with the visible magic power, was noticeably diminishing in real time.
Probably, it was to maintain that invisibility magic.
Whether it was his lack of mana or his magic consumed a lot of mana, it seemed that his mana would soon run out and the invisibility state would be resolved.
So the tension and fear of the associate professor are growing.
Oliver thought for a moment, then walked towards the safe.
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Every time the quarterstaff touched the ground, a sound rang out.
Oliver sat still and looked at the money in the safe.
There was quite a bit of cash in it, but honestly, it wasn’t that he wasn’t interested.
It was not known exactly how much, but Oliver was going to need a lot of cash in the future, so the more money the better.
However, what interests Oliver as much as the money in front of him now is the reaction of Associate Professor Herbert, watching the situation from behind.
That is, there is a way to put him to sleep by administering a deep sleep with a quarter staff, but Oliver was thinking about him for reasons he couldn’t explain himself.
Looking forward to seeing how you react.
Why? Oliver advised himself.
Is it because it’s the first wizard I’ve met since the Blitz Wizard?
Or is it because I don’t know if I can show the beautiful light that the Lightning Wizard showed me?
Oliver observed the associate professor with expectations he couldn’t even explain.
As if reciprocating for this, Associate Professor Herbert replaced a number of emotions such as greed and temperance, fear and courage, wisdom and wisdom, and eventually he approached quietly as if determined.
ugh-
Probably because he was an associate professor, he didn’t seem to have any experience in fighting.
The emotions sang carefully and carefully, but the footsteps could not be hidden at all.
Doesn’t the magic I’m using now have a function to cancel the sound? So, why didn’t you grant it? Because there is no magic to cancel the sound? Or is it because of lack of power?
As I was thinking that, Associate Professor Herbert came right behind Oliver.
Oliver waited nervously to see what kind of attack the associate professor, who had come from the tower, would attack, but after a while he heard an unbelievable sound.
slap-
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As soon as he heard the guns being loaded, Oliver sprinted backwards with the quarterstaff he was holding and stabbed Associate Professor Herberton.
It wasn’t a very hard punch, but the deep slip he gave the quarterstaff made him fall right away, and Oliver’s interest was quickly quenched by the sight.
What is that… Would it be different from what you expected? Still, I was expecting something from Matop.
Well, now it was pretty good.
Oliver went to work for a while after making sure that the downed target was not injured.
First of all, I used the gluttonous pockets to get the money I had in the safe, and although it wasn’t specifically ordered by anyone, I got important documents and scattered ledgers.
Then, I took the undiluted potion I had seen on the way. A red seal was stamped on the potion inside the tempered glass that looked like a round pot.
“uh····. Do you no longer have a gluttonous bag?”
Oliver mumbled so much and put two or three potions into his arms as if he couldn’t help it.
I wanted to bring more, but this was cumbersome and difficult to bring, and while I was looking to see if there was anything more to bring, a signal came from the minions I had scattered around me in advance.
Oliver closed one eye and shared the view.
Some people appeared, but they were warlocks.
It didn’t seem like there was any particular hostility, but I decided that it would not be good to stay longer than this, so I decided to move right away.
Oliver walked over to Associate Professor Herbert, who had collapsed, and immediately walked over to the obedience.
Black magic that rules and controls the minds of reanimated zombies, animals, or living people.
As expected, it was easy to get caught because I put him to sleep deeply in a deep sleep and lowered his resistance.
Then he walked in the opposite direction to the strangers.
They kept their eyes on their eyes in case of an unexpected attack, but luckily they took only the knocked-down Knuckle Joe.
Emotions were also looked at, but rather than feeling anger at the situation, they showed only interest and pleasure in seizing another opportunity.
As if this wasn’t too bad.
Oliver continued to observe them and moved forward, and before he knew it, the sun rose and he came out to the entrance to Area X.
Fortunately, the feared incident did not occur.
Bread-! Bread-!
loud horn sound.
When Oliver looked in the direction of the sound, the taxi driver who had taken him here yesterday was looking over there with the window down.
He said with an awkward expression on his face, narrowing his brow slightly.
“uh·····. Came as promised. But something… Looks like you had a very busy day?”
Oliver recognized his own figure covered in dust at that moment.
“Oh, yes. We had a bit of a noisy and fun night. Thank you for coming.”
“no. You came here because you were giving me double the money… Get on it sooner than that. With him . . . with his friend.”
Oliver looked at Herbert.
“Oh, yes…. That’s right, friend.”
***
“That’s right, Mr. Herbert. president.”
Al said after confirming that Herbert had been taken under the control of Oliver.
He didn’t stop at simply checking faces, he checked his fingerprints and even drew blood and put it in some small device.
“·················ogue.”
“It is a method of identification based on blood magic. It’s the latest technology. You can change faces and fingerprints, but blood can’t lie.”
“Blood magic?”
“Yeah, a new school from the School of Life Magic. Understand the unfamiliar. It’s a really recent study. It’s been about 12 years since the official birth, and it’s only been two or three years since the name became known.”
He’s usually kind, but now Forrest seems kinder.
Soon he said the reason with his own mouth.
“By the way, it’s really great. I thought the Chimera was great too, but I think I will be able to complete the mission in another day.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“I’m not talking about compliments, I’m talking about the truth. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I don’t want you to fail. It’s really amazing.”
“Is that so?”
“Of course, the Fighter Crew is a newer organization, but it is an organization that has already proven its skills. Non-affiliated gangs, as well as some of the crime-firms, do business with them. It’s a group that has come together purely based on power. By the way, you took down three of them instead of one. That’s great.”
Oliver nodded silently. I don’t know how great they are, but I admit they are strong.
Oliver wasn’t particularly injured, but it wasn’t an overwhelming victory either.
Rather, it was a difference.
If they had dealt with black magic a little better and got a decent hit right from the start, it might have been Oliver who ended up doing it.
Cant’s words that carelessness leads to death came to life again.
“Thanks to you, the client is also happy. I bet money on the job, but I didn’t know it would be so easy again.”
“You seem happy.”
“Of course, it’s always nice to have a job done successfully.”
“If it’s not rude, may I ask a question?”
“However much. ask me Just in time, I have a present for you.”
“A gift?”
“Okay, before I tell you about the gift, let me ask you a question. How many emotions do you have? I don’t think there will be many.”
What Forrest said was half the answer.
Before leaving the Joseph family, the feelings he had gathered were already half consumed.
I used it sparingly, but it was natural because I kept using it since I was a beggar.
And in this mission, I used emotions more than I thought. Well, it wasn’t worth it.
I got the feeling I got from the puppeteer Glip, so I kept the same amount as when it first came out.
Oliver answered after thinking. The answer Forrest wants.
“We have about half left of what we had at first.”
“Then I’ll have to replenish it slowly.”
“Yeah, but I’m a little confused. Wasn’t it written in the contract to not spit out your feelings?”
“right. Exactly the general public. It’s not something that will protect neither me nor our union.”
“So I was thinking about getting the emotions out of the enemies during the mission.”
“During the fight…? That’s great. If you do it wrong, you could be killed or injured.”
“What·····. But I want to know why you are telling this story.”
“I would like to introduce you.”
“Yes? What do you mean?”
“Gray Market.”