Chapter 268 – Gray Magic Tower
Shoot aaaaa-
Heavy rain pours down.
Seo-joon stood under the eaves of the magic tower and brushed off the hem of his rain-soaked coat. Wet grains of soil patter along with water droplets.
Wizards wearing robes, merchants and mercenaries who have business in the tower, and adventurers come and go through the entrance of the tower.
There were even wolves among them. They weren’t the ones I saw in front of the wall. They were loading carts full of monster by-products.
Seo-joon sucked on the smoking pipe he was holding in his mouth and then spit out puffy smoke.
Through the smoke, a wagon can be seen running through the mud.
The wagon passed the puddle and splashed muddy water in all directions.
“Ah… That fucking bastard!”
“Hey you bastard! Don’t drive straight!”
The mercenaries covered in muddy water shouted loudly, but the wagon had already passed.
Seo-joon wiped off the muddy water from his feet with his hand and sucked on the pipe once more.
Seo-joon was alone now.
He asked the other party to sell the deserter’s armor, weapons, and war horse.
It would be hard to get the right price because it was a thing belonging to the military camp. You will be treated similar to stolen goods- more than half will be beaten.
Still, the money stolen from the guards should be enough. Monica will take care of it. It’s a year I can’t live without.
After burning his cigarette, Seo-joon brushed off the ashes on the floor and put a smoke pipe in his front end.
Kiik-
Upon opening the door of the Tower of Magic and entering, a view of the Tower of Magic, which is quite familiar yet unfamiliar, comes into view.
The gray mage tower was less flashy than other mage towers because it was a place where magicians who pursued practicality gathered.
Instead of crystal chandeliers, oil lanterns were hung—instead of paintings or statues of famous painters—stuffed beasts were adorned everywhere.
Also, the overall illumination was low. It was because many of the medicines used in magic research were sensitive to light.
“What is the topic to be presented at this conference?”
“A Study on the Mana Abnormality in the Holy Communion Ritual of the Holy Church.”
“It’s boring, is that it? You wouldn’t like it at Holy Church.”
“Research is just research. They say they will contribute to the development of magic, but what will they do?”
Magicians in robes are gathering and chatting with each other everywhere.
Mage Tower employees who buy by-products of witchcraft and sell artifacts, and wizards who appraise unidentified magical items.
On the bulletin board on the wall, the Mage Tower’s request forms are stacked close together.
Looking towards it, there were all sorts of requests.
[3 tail feathers of the Bluefeather Guronbird – 20 silver coins]
[6 testicles of the green ghost – 50 fairy tales]
[1 Pair of Phantom Moth Wings – 80 Silver Coins]
…
Most of them were requests for reagent materials for research, and some of them were accompanied by requests to take the wizard to a certain area.
Occasionally, there was also a request to bring the demon alive – of course, the price was high.
While looking around the request form moderately, Seo-joon found a familiar name.
[Sturdy Human Male Slave – 50 Silver Coins] Client: Karina Birule
Karina…
Yes, Seojun was sold for just 50 silver coins.
Seeing that the request was still attached – it seemed that he had not found the right slave.
Seo-joon took off the foreign request book, put it in the front desk, and walked toward the front desk. The woman who was sitting in her seat and looking through her papers felt her presence and looked up at her.
She was a beauty with braided blonde hair, but her breasts were flat and her silence followed was small. He’s not Seo-joon’s type.
The fact that he was wearing a robe meant that he was a wizard, not an employee of the Mage Tower, and the color of the thread on his sleeve was yellow forsythia, which meant that he was a first-class wizard.
First-class wizards were in fact no different from ordinary people. At the level where he had barely mastered the basics of magic – compared to human life, it was just a level where he had just taken his first steps.
The fact that he was in charge of the front desk in the first place was because he lacked magical talent. If you have talent, you will be doing personal research during your front desk work.
Tung-tung-as Seo-joon knocked on the table-, the woman who had been staring blankly at his face suddenly-came back to her senses and licked her lips.
“Ah, uh… Um, what did you come for…?”
“I’m trying to accept a request for magic stone processing.”
Seo-joon took out a request form from the front and handed it to the woman. When I deliberately brushed her fingertips, the woman startled and shook her shoulders.
The woman, who blushed for a moment, checked her request and then she twitched her neat eyebrows.
“…You know that items are slaves, right?”
“I know.”
The slave trade is absolutely illegal. However, just looking at how openly written in the request form, I could see how fake it was. In other words – if you don’t get caught, it’s okay.
Not to mention- Seo-joon had no intention of selling slaves.
Because the only purpose was to meet Karina.
“Has confirmed. Magic stone processing is upstairs, and her client, Karina Vihule-sama, will be in the private laboratory on the 5th floor.”
“Thank you.”
Seojun received an admission plaque.
On the outside, it was just a wooden plaque without any pattern, but it had a magical device engraved on it that Seo-joon could not understand.
I went to the elevator with the admission plaque- I brought the admission plaque to the input terminal.
The door of the elevator rattles open. Maybe because magic was intertwined in many ways- it felt like an advanced scientific civilization.
First, the second floor.
When I pull the handle at the place where [2] Is written – I feel like my body is floating and the elevator goes up.
Rattle rattle-
The second floor door opened and I got out of the elevator.
I approached an empty seat and sat down, glancing at the Mage Tower staff across the window. She was an elderly woman with wrinkles.
“What are you doing?”
“I came to entrust you with magic stone processing.”
“Let’s see where.”
The shriveled grandmother’s hand goes over the window.
When Seo-joon placed the magic stone on the palm of his hand, the old man put on half of her glasses and carefully examined the condition of the magic stone.
“Hmm- It’s in good condition, and it’s a decent size. Even if this is not enough, I can get 250 or 300 gold coins. How is it? I can give you 10 more.”
Through the half-glasses- eyes buried in wrinkles glare at Seo-joon.
He said that he would buy magic stones from the Mage Tower. Funny thing. It was embarrassing to say such a thing even though it was obvious that processing could maximize the utility.
“Okay. Please process it.”
“Tch, the price is 100 gold coins. Come back in a week.”
When Seo-Jun took out ten platinum coins from his coin pocket and held them out, the old man quickly grabbed them and scribbled a confirmation on Seo-Jun.
Seo-joon kept it well in his bosom. If I ever lose this little piece of paper- that magic stone will be swallowed in the magic tower.
Seo-joon got up from the table and climbed the elevator again.
This time on the 5th floor.
When the door opened, the sorceresses who were waiting for the elevator stopped talking and looked up at Seo-joon.
Most wizards were materially rich, so their skin was clear and complex.
Farmer’s or fisherman’s wife – Unlike her daughters, she wore light makeup and jewelry. Of course, she was much prettier than the average woman.
When Seo-joon closed his eyes and moved away with a smile, the women climbed the elevator with their faces blushing.
Seeing them holding a research book tightly in their arms, they look like new college students. In many ways, it’s enough to whet your appetite.
Knock- The elevator door closes, and you can hear the story about Seo-joon from inside.
[Awesome jackpot…!]
[He’s handsome, he’s crazy…]
[Are you a new Mage Tower employee? Or an assistant?]
[I hope to see you again…!]
It’s just cute.
By the way, Josura… Yes, there might be a way.
Seo-joon pursed his lips and searched for the place he was aiming for.
A door made of black ebony wood. The plaque read this:
3rd class mage. Carina Virule’s private laboratory.
This place- Yes, it was ‘hell’ where Seo-joon was locked up for nearly half a year.
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Kiik-
As he opened the door and entered, a familiar scent wafted into his nostrils.
Herbal smell. It smells of herbs boiled in water or burned to make reagents and magic circles.
There were thick curtains on the window to protect the reagents from the cold rain and the hot sun- and the room was very dark because there were not many oil lamps.
The balls are cold.
Extremely intense PTSD hits. Cold sweat ran down his back.
It’s been a long time – I thought it wouldn’t be okay anymore – but when I smell this shit, the sensation of that time runs fiercely down my spine and dominates my brain.
“Mr. What is it? Who is there…?”
“…”
Voice···. A very familiar voice is heard.
Pupils dilate and shortness of breath. She is no longer Seo-jun’s owner. My heart contracts even though I know that I can’t control Seo-jun’s body and mind.
Seo-joon touched his soggy eyes and stepped into the laboratory.
The rustling sound stopped abruptly as if he was taking something out of the kitchen cupboard.
“Who is there! Why the fuck didn’t you answer…?”
“Karina, don’t curse like that~.”
Another woman’s voice is heard. The voice sounded very familiar. Maybe she’s that girl.
Rattle-
Eventually, the door to the bathroom opened and two women approached Seo-jun.
