The Returning Supervillain Raises a Hero

Episode 50. Middle Class (1)

“The number 5191 on your ID is your identification code. It means that you are the 91st person to pass in the year 51.”

A man who mumbled unanswered words to himself and laughed out loud, looks at the pobling rolling at my feet and tilts his head.

“that?”

“My pet magic.”

Char Natalia, who was getting a new ID from another man next to her, shakes her shoulders.

“Hey, pet? … Dare to joke? Where is this place, you little blue bastard!”

beep-

As the man holding my collar blew a long flute hanging around my neck, an armed mercenary who was vigilant in all directions with beaked eyes approached me.

“what happened?”

“This child has brought illegally carried items. Put him in jail!”

“I will check. Are you talking about this?”

A black mercenary in body armor with a rifle looks at me pobling and asks a question.

“okay. Take me right now!”

under.

The mercenary, who sighed openly in front of him, grabbed my arm.

“We would be obliged for your cooperation. Unless your body is under special restrictions, you will be released without any problems.”

Restrictions? There is no such thing. if there is, … Aha.

“Let’s go. I am proud.”

“Yeah, it won’t take long since it’s that building right in front.”

moon moon.

Char Natalia sent her thoughts quickly. He’s in the antique shop in Mahatma Square.

So we parted, and when we entered a building with a structure similar to that of a police station, we underwent some magical tests.

“Are you a journalist? You must turn this off.”

The mercenary, who was instructed by the wizard who was conducting the sword, points to my chest. It’s probably because it’s a close inspection, so it seems that the magic of the magic has been caught.

“All right.”

They took off the tops they asked for and gave them away, and instead they received a shirt that was said to be a supply item to the middle-class security forces.

While changing clothes, I listened to the conversations of the wizards.

“There is no reaction.”

“Uh, is that so? Why? Take it off.”

“There was no processed mana on the body, so this outfit is certain… .”

They were grabbing my t-shirt and engrossed in it. The magic appears to have destroyed the observation magic remotely.

“Are you done?”

“Would you mind waiting a moment? wizards. Does this person’s pet magic matter?”

“Yeah, what is it? Because it’s common. it’s okay.”

“All right. let’s go We will take you to your destination.”

The black mercenary kindly guided me back to Mahatma Square.

‘Mahatma.’

It is the name of the author who was said to be the teacher of that skeleton wizard. It was said that the square had a considerable influence.

‘Why is the disciple like that?’

Anyway, while looking around for the antique shop that Char had promised, a rusty and slanted sign caught my eye in the corner of the square.

[An antique shop that is nothing special]

Maybe it’s because of the Korean sentiment, where humility is a virtue. I’m more attracted to it because I don’t. Whether Char is inside or not, we push through the blackened glass door, thinking we need to check the items.

“no!”

moon moon!

“No matter how old I am, it doesn’t matter if you’re an undead. Look at this! this wrinkle. this belly. I am not the Hydra I was then. … huh? Guest?”

“Guest and Char-jun contractor.”

The fat old man glances at me over his glasses and turns to Char Natalia, who is sitting inside the shop counter.

“Are you going to take this crazy guy as your servant?”

“Not yet, but later?”

Char nodded at the old man’s chin. Then his plump fists trembled.

“If you’re going to sign a contract, you’ll have to bring that kid in under the hood. Why are you going in!”

month by month!

After that, there was a long conversation between the two of us talking about the past.

I had high expectations because it was a place where necromancers would remain, but all there are artifacts that can be easily obtained from wizards or awakeners specialized in enchantment properties.

To be honest, they were inferior to devices made with modern science.

‘It must be something for collection or historical value rather than practicality.’

There are few tools to attract, so I went to the corner and found a dusty book lying between the shelf and the wall.

On the back side, it is written that the publication date is ‘estimated to be the beginning of the 11th century’. I was trying to sneak a peek at the contents, but I didn’t know if I didn’t have the money, but I wanted to do it, so I put it down in front of the old man who was still raising his voice.

“How much is it?”

After putting his glasses back on and carefully examining the book, he took out a calculator that could only be used half a century ago and tapped it.

[590,000$]

“I got a discount because I was a future Char contractor.”

“Isn’t that 500,000 plus?”

At the crazy sound of asking for 700 million, I picked up a calculator and offered the price with two zeros removed. About 8 million in Korean Won.

“I have no intention of doing business with children who do not know the value of this book. Both of you are out!”

We didn’t even budge at the owner’s call.

“It turns into shit.”

“What?”

“There is such a saying in a Korean proverb. It means that no matter how precious something is, it becomes useless over time.”

“Hey, there are many people who can live without you.”

“Is it covered in dust?”

“… I just didn’t clean it. And you have to buy it anyway, so I can’t even understand it!”

“That is a matter for me to figure out. Old man, are you really not going to sell it?”

“It’s on sale for $590,000!”

“account.”

“uh?”

“Call the account. I will give you money.”

“Hey, little boy. hypocrisy.”

Then write your Swiss account number on a piece of paper. I sent a message to Richett to put the price of the book there, and after a while he checked the odd-looking holophone and nodded.

“Is this for real? … take it.”

In response to the store owner’s reaction, Char’s eyes elongated to the left and right turned towards the old man.

“Okay, if you’ve seen everything you need to do, go away. Before I report them both.”

Char shook his head and got up, so I also left the store.

“What do you do?”

moon moon.

There isn’t much you can do unless your only living friend helps you.

It would have been nice to have Tracy Gwen at this time. Originally, he had planned to learn magic from Char with me and advance to the middle class, but he said that he would give up his resignation letter to Seohia if he did not return from his hometown immediately, so he went back with great regret.

moon moon.

-In any case, renting a laboratory is the first priority in order to learn magic.

This is also a rule. If you are caught teaching magic in a space where you are likely to be exposed to others, you will be punished by lower-class labor.

“How much is the lab rental? 1 million?”

Are there only moneyworms gathering? It’s not a purchase, it’s 100 million for a rental.

Char Natalia added that this fee only applies to outsiders and is expensive because it is being used to rebuild the tower.

Whatever it is, 100 million isn’t your dog’s name, right?

Fortunately, the borrowed lab is said to have no time limit until the borrowed wizard dies.

In fact, it can be seen as a sale, but the reason it is called a rental is because this middle floor is also a part of the tower, so it is impossible to buy or sell it without the approval of the owner. Right now, the top share is vacant.

‘It’s been really cumbersome.’

When he grabbed a passer-by and asked where the cheapest rental was, he made a sad expression and pointed his finger at the black villa building.

The rental room that I received after signing the contract was room 301.

“Nothing.”

Unlike the exterior of the building, the interior was clean. The structure consists of a bathroom, a living room and two small rooms. About 28 sq.

I asked Char to share a small room and sat straight down in the center of the living room.

“Come on.”

Rolling pobling. Actually, this pet magic is an object that moves completely under my control.

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Just like in some cartoons, the main character wears a one-ton sandbag and trains. I also raised my proficiency by maintaining the three magics in the form of pobling for 24 hours.

“Bleeding, Weakness. … eri.”

Unfortunately, these two magics did not make much progress.

“Poison. Five?”

The poisons that came out of Kathu’s mouth clump together or change shape according to my will.

He changed to a piranha and took a swimming motion, but tried to embody a shark with sharp teeth or to disguise it as a coral in the waters of Myrtos Beach.

The last one wasn’t easy, but mostly successful. The most positive thing is that it maintains the desired shape in any environment and there is no poison that is lost.

I opened Char’s room slightly to ask him to see how my poison was, but she was in deep meditation.

When he returns to the living room with regrets behind him, Kathu coughs first and spits out an object. dust blowing in the grass. This is the book I bought at the antique store.

Excited about Poison’s amazing increase in proficiency, he forgot what he had paid for for a while.

Carefully opening the book, it is full of incomprehensible letters. The same goes for turning on the translation app.

“I knew something like this would happen once.”

Without panicking, I pulled out a magnifying glass from the set of Indiana Julia and grabbed it. Bring it in front of you and light the book.

[I am Arkasian Hmer. I leave the forgotten black magic here.]

black magic?

* * *

– Stupid child!

The man who covered his face with a deeply pressed hood yells at the wizard who sent Nam Man-hyeok to the police station.

“When did you say undead?”

– Look back at the recording, you useless disciple. At first, I told you to watch all the undead carefully! Ugh. Track it right now!

“I’m at work right now… .”

– Hit this bastard!

“Go, I’ll go.”

– Absolutely grab it. If Char Natalia comes back upstairs, they’ll all die. do you understand you and me your parents too! all die!

Those who contributed mana to Char Natalia’s posthumous pact were always watching her.

The news that they had taken the intermediate test with the boy with the strange key reached them in an instant.

The wizard wearing a robe boasted in front of his seniors and juniors that he would use his apprentice, the entrance examining officer, to catch a whistle and send him back to the lower floor.

However, it failed due to an absurd misunderstanding, and face became meaningless.

He sighed and turned off the crystal ball as he saw the foolish disciple who could only pretend to be flirtatious.

“It will work out.”

At his baseless words, those sitting around the round table gave stinging eyes.

“Puck.”

“… greatness.”

“Don’t expect it, let’s think about the next number.”

Shrek.

The wizard who took off the hood was the undead, and so were those who sat at the round table.

“Let’s kill it.”

“no. That’s a shame.”

“Agree, killing is easy. You can do it anytime.”

“Sounds stupid. That way, you can’t intercept Char’s research.”

Three out of five people at the round table opposed the killing of Char.

“Senior Jack. you intercept Words are exaggerated. Is there a way to persuade them to share it?”

“I waited until it got to this point. It’s natural to put it out! Buno-ya, that’s why you still haven’t developed any useful magic.”

At the words of Zacher, who slapped his skull and emphasized that he was an undead, Buno tried to say something, but just kept his mouth shut.

When the four seniors left Char and hit Cub-A, Buno was attracted to the boy. Exactly what he has.

‘That key… , where did you see it?’