244 – 3 years later (2)
“Life… …. f*ck, Mom, f*ck…… f*ck… ….”
In a corner of a shabby building with few people, wizard Fred Forlock was still drunk and anxious and lamenting about his life.
Fred Forlock recently had to admit that he had made an outrageous mistake in his life.
Originally, he was a human being born and raised in a back alley in London, where many people were born and died without being remembered.
Ironically, he found himself quite lucky.
Of course, it may have been a bad joke. If you were really lucky, you would have been born into a family where you could happily think about what kind of life you would live in the future, rather than in a back alley where everyday life was a problem.
But he was not in a position to think of such luck. Just as those from an existing, historic family ridiculed his sudden wealth by calling him a poor man and built a wall against him, in the world of Porok, who was born in a back alley, even such imaginations were not allowed.
But he considered himself lucky in most things so far. The fact that he survives to this day is clear proof of that.
He was born as a wizard. Of course, witches and wizards of this era could all be said to be lucky because they were born with it.
Just like the descendants of werewolves and fairies, wizards are naturally strong, which means they can survive no matter how many times they roam the back alleys, starve for days without their parents, and get beaten up in fights with bad gangs. Provided strength.
As he grew up, he was able to walk a more wizard-like path. This was thanks to the innate talent of a wizard compared to an ordinary wizard. That’s why he was able to survive, and because he was a pretty good wizard even in his opinion, he created his own territory in his back alley, occupied a place, and at least didn’t starve from the time he became an adult.
Of course, the struggle continued. In the first place, the only time back alley outcasts and gangsters asked for wizards was to submerge or threaten their opponents.
If Fred Forlock had been born into a decent family, at least a middle-class family, he would have been able to attend college like those magicians and work as an intellectual.
However, he was a man who was more familiar with drunkenness and the vulgar swear words of the streets than with culture, and with blood on his hands rather than with books.
Was he happy at that time? He couldn’t answer. At the point where he couldn’t readily answer, the answer had already been given, but he ignored it.
At some point, my life, which was destined to end as an insignificant street wizard, changed at some point.
Fred Forlock still could not forget that moment. Although he tried hard to forget it over the past three years, in his regret, the memory of that time became more believable at every moment, as if it was mocking his regret.
“That…” “Fred Forlock, the rumored street wizard?”
“What are you, you bastard? Jack, that guy who looks like a parasitic brother sent you, really? “I’m in a good mood today, so if you don’t want to get sick, get out of the way quickly.”
People from the streets tended to suffer from an inferiority complex without even realizing it. No matter how good the other person was, if a nice-looking guy suddenly appeared in the alley and showed himself in front of him, harsh words were bound to come out.
However, Porok soon realized that the person in front of him was not a trivial gisaeng brother. Even now, I still can’t remember the memories of that time.
One thing is certain: Fred Forlock, who had seen and sometimes created so many deaths and terrible things on the streets, was overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of Sannim.
And that gentleman was clearly a devil from hell. He invited Porok to become his comrade.
It was crazy. But at the same time, I was confident that this guy could definitely do it. I could have ignored it. There was no reason to join hands with a guy who seemed so dangerous.
The most important thing to Fred Forlock was survival.
But he didn’t do that.
He may have unknowingly prioritized desire over survival for the first time due to the sudden temptation of the devil.
I still do not regret that decision. On the contrary, if I could be in a comfortable place, I could always talk about sagas instead of drunkenness.
Ah, the memories of that day with the professor!
After Professor James Moriarty came to London and began to build his own kingdom in earnest, Porok was someone who could be called the so-called founder.
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He was personally brought in by James Moriarty from the back alleys of London, and was like his right-hand man who was the first to join.
And the result was so beautiful and wonderful. At least that’s what Porok thought.
From the beginning, Fred Forlock did not think of himself as a good guy. He could do anything to survive, and he followed the professor and climbed higher and higher. He was able to obtain things he could not obtain in his previous life.
Was he happy? Of course I was happy.
But now the glory of that time had turned into a mere memory, and Fred Forrock was escaping from fear through alcohol.
The thing he hated most was himself. Fred Forlock also knew that he was the one who had contributed most to the destruction of all its glory and kingdom.
Why did that happen?
If someone were to ask Porok if he regretted betraying James Moriarty, Porok would reply with an insult that he did not.
At least that’s how I felt at the time. He was confident that if he continued to work under James Moriarty, one day he would become his chess piece.
More than anything, he wanted to walk a tightrope. He just took a little gamble to help him survive a little bit either way.
Everything went unexpectedly smoothly, and then three years ago, James Moriarty disappeared with that damn wolf b*tch, and the kingdom fell apart.
The woman wearing those pants definitely kept her promise to herself. Even when the kingdom collapsed and his comrades were captured, Porok himself remained unharmed.
But that girl was definitely a professor-like woman. Unless she was a fool, she couldn’t help but suspect. There was no one who would not suspect Porok, who was suspiciously avoiding death.
The result was the same as now.
For the past three years, Fred Forlock has been living a life of fear, avoiding danger, and feeling relieved that he survived each day.
The reason he could not leave London was simple. It was better for him to hide in this city of so many people and chaos than to risk such a dare.
In fact, compared to his days wandering around the back alleys, Fred Forrock was still enjoying a prosperous life.
But he has already tasted a comfortable life, and everyone compares what he had with what he has now and suffers himself.
Therefore, he regretted his choice without regretting it.
“Mr… foot. The professor… But… …. Now that I think about it, it’s clear that I’m really out of my mind, damn it. Now I’m a little worried about that damn wolf fur ball…….”
He was close to being a villain, but maybe he was a little more ordinary. In the behind-the-scenes world, news had already spread that Napoleon of crime had died three years ago.
But what about Sebastian Moran?
There was no news. Therefore, Porok was a little worried about Moran without even knowing it. Of course, it was hypocrisy, but it made me feel at least a little easier.
But it was all meaningless. When he realized that the bottle was empty, he put the last drop in his mouth and put it down on the floor as if he was angry.
The world was dizzy because I was drunk.
Is that why?
At one point, he realized that a door that had been firmly closed had been opened without his knowledge, and that there was someone in front of him.
“… What? f*ck, now I’m so drunk that I’m even seeing nonsense. Still, it’s nice to see you like this, damn you, you hairball.”
“You look unsightly, Porok.”
“…… Uh?”
Intuitively, the drunk wizard realized that he was not seeing something in vain. However, right after that, he realized that Moran had suddenly appeared, grabbed him by the collar, and thrust his gun at him as if threatening him.
The wizard, whose priority is always living, shouted urgently.
“Poem… f*ck! Ruler… I was wrong, I was wrong! Save me, sissy, I did everything wrong, so just save me! I’ll give you everything, even the money and the snitch, so just save your life, Moran! Hey!”
Thanks to the past three years of flight, he had become weak. It was also because he was old. Perhaps thanks to his three years of difficult living, his bangs had long since disappeared, and the hair on the back of his head remained sparse.
That’s why Porok had no choice but to wake up from his drunkenness and pray to a stranger, Moran, who was dressed like a noble lady.
And then he suddenly found Moran holding out a document and a pen to him.
“Then sign.”
“… What?”
“Do you want to get shot?”
“Ah… okay! “f*ck!”
Porok had no choice but to sign the document. Even though I couldn’t confirm the contents, the priority was to avoid death.
As soon as I wrote my name, I felt a magical power. I realized later that it was a document involving a witch or wizard.
“Poem… f*ck………. This… what?”
“Be quiet and follow me outside. Also, since you have kids, don’t use harsh words.”
“What? Kids?”
Then Porok could not ask any more questions. He had no choice but to be dragged by Moran, who grabbed his tie and went out as if dragging his cattle.
After going outside, Porok could see both familiar and unfamiliar people at the entrance of the building.
One person still vaguely remained in his memory. She goes around with the woman in those pants, and she’s a witch the professor once had an interest in.
However, the image of a witch being tormented by children was not in his memory, and the children also felt very unfamiliar.
There were three children, two of whom had wolf ears and tails that looked suspiciously like peonies.
“… f*ck, was the wolf cub copied?”
Porok, who muttered something without realizing it, was immediately slapped by Moran for using an abusive language.
