Note: The Novel Will Be Corrected Until Chapter 105, After That Chapter It Will Be All MTL
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Chapter 37: The True Macline Swordsmanship That Once Upheld the Earl’s Household
The true Macline swordsmanship that once supported the old Earl’s family had long since lost its lineage. The Macline swordsmanship currently practiced by the knights of the Macline family is merely a shell of its former self, essentially intermediate-level in name only. Logan simply had his own reasons for refusing, but those who heard could not discern his underlying motives.
“Hmm. If you really want that, well, there’s nothing I can do. If that’s truly sufficient for you, then follow me.”
Logan’s request turned out to be a very simple task for the Sword Grandmaster, just as he had anticipated.
* * *
“Have you arrived? But who is that behind you?”
“He is my guest.”
“…Pardon?”
The Sword Grandmaster himself brought someone to the sparring ground he so cherished, referring to the young whelp as his guest, no less. The knights guarding the training ground widened their eyes in shock.
“What are you doing? Open the way, we have business.”
“Yes!”
At the Sword Grandmaster’s prompt, the knights snapped to attention and began moving a thick stone door.
Rumble.
The door, easily over 50cm thick, slid open to the sides under the strength of the knights. A training ground made of solid stone appeared before their eyes. The first thing Logan noticed was the display racks full of numerous swords, but his eyes soon shifted to the bookshelves beside it. Surprised at the out-of-place sight of the bookshelf in the training ground, Logan was still contemplating when the Sword Grandmaster nonchalantly approached, pulled out a book, and tossed it to him.
“Cheongong (Heavenly Sky)” seemed too grandiose a name for an elementary swordsmanship manual, prompting an incredulous look from Logan towards Felix. “It is indeed an elementary manual. If you train only this, it’s perfect for wrecking your body. However, it has unique elements that make it worth reading.”
But Logan had never pinned high hopes on a swordsmanship manual in the first place.
“What about the certification…”
“Tssts. Are you sure this is enough for you? There’s such a thing as too little ambition.”
“It’s fine.”
“Let me repeat, how about an intermediate manual? There are some quite decent ones…”
An absurd scene unfolded where the giver seemed more desperate to offer more than the recipient could take. Yet, Logan’s wishes remained unchanged.
“Could you just write me the certification separately? A note with no mention of the swordsmanship manual’s name stating that you give it to me…”
The Sword Grandmaster sighed in disbelief, but soon nodded his head.
“If I give an intermediate manual, it would truly be a fair trade. That would then be the end of this connection.”
To Logan, that was the extent of it. No matter how delighted the counterpart might be, it was merely an aphrodisiac and a cure for impotence. Taking the certification placed upon the sword manual, Logan bowed his head.
“Thank you.”
With a sense of pride, Logan was examining the certification when Felix looked at him with a bemused voice.
“…Are you not going to take the sword manual at all?”
“Ah, my apologies.”
“What on earth are you thinking, to be so difficult to understand?”
The Sword Grandmaster let out a light sigh at Logan’s awkward laugh when suddenly another unexpected phrase followed.
“No matter how I think about it, this is not right.”
“Pardon?”
“Even if you’re satisfied, I am not. This deal is not fair, I’ll give you something else. Do you accept it?”
‘If only he would just cherish that feeling of owing me…’
However, it was difficult to refuse with the Sword Grandmaster insisting so earnestly.
“I am truly fine with this, but… Ha ha, refusing further would be impolite.”
Even if it didn’t feel like indebtedness, if both were satisfied with the transaction, the connection would last.
With that thought, Logan began to feel a sense of anticipation.
‘What could he possibly give?’
Considering the Sword Grandmaster’s pride, it wouldn’t be something trivial.
As Logan’s heart pounded with speculation, Felix’s voice solidified his expectations.
“I will personally teach you a technique worth your while.”
‘A lesson?’
A lesson from the kingdom’s mightiest blade master?
Intermediate techniques from renowned knight orders were untouchable, even for tens of millions of gold due to their nature as national secrets. And a lesson from the kingdom’s strongest Aura User, the Sword Grandmaster, could be worth even more.
‘Although it may be nothing special, if it’s too extravagant…’
This issue could actually pose a problem for Logan, making his expression complicated.
“I understand you’re humble and don’t seek great things.”
“…Pardon?”
Lost in the first-ever assessment of his character that spanned both his past and current life, Logan listened further.
“But it’s a gift because I would feel troubled otherwise. Besides, wouldn’t this further prove our connection?”
The kindly smiling Sword Grandmaster offered something Logan couldn’t refuse.
No matter how much arcane knowledge of the sword existed, there was no reason to refuse the offer, especially from the strongest in the current era imploring with such words.
Moreover, as the Sword Grandmaster said, it transcended the connection Logan originally wanted to make through the deal.
‘This is a real jackpot.’
What was expected to be a future loss turned into a gain many times over. Resolved, Logan promptly knelt down on the spot.
“Thank you!”
“That’s more like it. You finally act like a youngster of your age.”
The Sword Grandmaster, chuckling at the sight, stood up nimbly and walked towards Logan.
With every step, his aura grew stronger, and by the time he was just five steps away, the suffocating pressure felt palpable just from looking at him.
As he stood there, the Sword Grandmaster drew his sword.
Swooosh.
Swallow.
Logan couldn’t say a word, just looked on, and a calm voice continued.
“Focus. I won’t teach you kindly. Assessing the talent of a promising young man is one of an old man’s pleasures.”
With that, the geniality faded from the Sword Grandmaster’s face, replaced by sheer solemnity.
“Draw your sword.”
Before he could finish speaking, the energy bursting from the tip of his sword began to shackle Logan’s entire body.
‘Ugh!’
Although he was told to draw his sword, doing so was difficult from the start. The hand reaching for the sword sheath at his waist trembled uncontrollably, unable to shake off the aura of the Sword Grandmaster.
‘So this is the power of an Aura User…’
In his past life, he never even imagined directly confronting an Aura User. During his time as a mercenary, they were neither allies nor enemies within reach; during the independent army days, allied Aura Users were too occupied to deal with him, and empire’s Aura Users were entities to be avoided at all costs.
Therefore, this real firsthand experience with an Aura User was invaluable.
‘Damn it.’
But the gap in strength was even greater than expected.
Forcing his trembling hands to move, a sudden question came to mind.
‘Is this really something an Aura User can do?’
If that were something all Aura Users could accomplish, then all the wars across the continent would have been decided by battles among Aura Users alone.
‘This itself is a special technique.’
As his mindset changed, so did his approach.
Hmmm.
The Forcecore in his heart vibrated, emitting powerful energy. The force, magnified by his two cores, amplified not his overall abilities but his senses.
Elevated to a near meditative state, his heightened senses began to analyze the energy constraining his body.
‘Amplification. Focus. Disperse.’
The Sword Grandmaster’s naturally dispersed aura was concentrated at certain moments, exerting pressure on him.
Yet that alone wasn’t enough to fully restrict his movements.
‘It reacts to the initiation of my movement, dispersing strength into the ether.’
While he understood this, how it was possible remained unknown.
Still, a method to move came to mind—act half a beat faster than the Sword Grandmaster’s timing.
Just with this simple action, Logan was able to draw his sword.
Clang!
“Indeed… you have talent.”
With an admiration-filled remark from the Sword Grandmaster, the suppressing energy vanished in an instant, only to coalesce into his blade.
Hmmmm.
Subsequently, a reddish blade began to overlay upon the sword.
‘An Aura Blade?’
The Sword Grandmaster’s internal force and external aura merged to create a tangible blade of power, etching its image in Logan’s senses.
‘Oh, no. This is…’
At that moment, when the light of realization gleamed in Logan’s eyes,
“Watch closely. This is the Overbearing Sword.”
Down came a giant red blade overhead, soaring well over three meters.
The sheer force, tangible even from a distance, was impossible to counter.
“If you manifest it properly, it can be quite effective against lesser opponents. Watch carefully. Focus!”
The red blade descended slowly, ponderously above his head.
‘I must dodge… Ugh!’
Though he attempted to evade the plummeting sword, his body wouldn’t budge.
The aura that stemmed from the red sword infiltrated every inch, scrambling his senses.
Feeling utterly powerless, as if his body refused to heed his commands, he realized.
‘The sword’s aura is strengthening the effect.’
Without the previous confrontation’s experience, the principles would have been unfathomable.
Even with his newfound understanding, no immediate counter came to mind.
Hmmm.
Right then, a subtle vibration in his body sparked a light in Logan’s eyes.
The intensified core versed his body in neutralizing the invasive energy, restoring his senses.
This unforeseen situation left even Logan surprised.
“Huh?”
The Sword Grandmaster let out an amused laugh as, in a blink, the red sword moved at unprecedented speed.
Instinctively, Logan knew he couldn’t dodge the incoming strike.
‘Argh!’
In the nick of time, his sword wrapped in a golden glow and soared to meet the assault.
Boom!
An explosive sound propelled Logan back.
Thud.
Thump.
He crashed mightily against the training ground wall and tumbled to the floor.
Barely raising his head, he grimaced and spat out blood.
Cough.
With a broken sword planted in the ground, he managed to prop himself up, and the knights could see the severity of his internal injuries.
Yet the first word he uttered wasn’t about his wounds but about the sword.
“That wasn’t… an Aura Blade?”
Tickled, perhaps, by his inquiry, a smile crept across the Sword Grandmaster’s lips.
“Why would I teach you something you can’t replicate? You watched well.”
Hearing the answer, a faint smile appeared on Logan’s face as he lost consciousness.
* * *
Rumble.
Watching the Sword Grandmaster emerge from the training ground, the knights all bowed their heads.
“Inside, you’ll find a fainted lad. Treat him well in the infirmary.”
“Pardon?”
The knights, likely confidants of a duke, seemed slow to react to the unexpected command.
‘A guest?’
One question united their thoughts, but the Sword Grandmaster didn’t indulge their curiosity.
“I’ve provided first aid, so once he’s fully restored, report to me. I have more to say to the lad.”
“Yes!”
Nodding to the knights’ reply, the Sword Grandmaster smiled, lost in thought.
‘Indeed, he’s a notable one.’
Initially, the intention wasn’t to deal heavy blows, but after being caught off guard by the lad’s unexpected performance, the lesson became more earnest.
Such is the way of learning—growth comes with scars.
‘Do I know a young one reminiscent of him…?’
Recalling his own students within the Esperanza Knight Order, none seemed to match that aptitude.
‘Certainly, he promises to be quite interesting.’
Sword Grandmaster, Felix Esperanza, began to take a real interest in Logan.
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In Chapter 38, Logan does not use the highest quality potion given to him by the healer of the Esperanza Ducal House but instead keeps it in his pocket. “As expected from a Ducal House, to provide such a potion to an outsider…,” he muses. The potion was worth 500,000 gold, a staggering sum, which was difficult to acquire due to supply not meeting demand. Yet, Logan did not want to use it for his current injuries, thinking, “I can heal without drinking it.” His evolved power, his force, had healed his severe internal injuries within hours, allowing him to move about, which even led the healer to mistakenly think he had consumed the potion. However, full recovery would take a few more days.
“Please take care,” Logan bids farewell, receiving an excessively polite escort from the knights of the Ducal House, a stark contrast to his arrival. He manages a relaxed smile until he departs the Duchy’s estate, but the moment he turns away, his face contorts in pain. Walking on its own induced cold sweat and sharp pains shot through his head. Considering the severity of his injuries, it was remarkable that he could move at all.
“There’s still much to gain,” Logan reassured himself, despite the pain. It wasn’t just the highest quality potion he was referring to. Smiling through the pain, he reached into his pocket and felt a neatly folded piece of paper – a treasure more valuable than the potion. It was the coordinates to his personal residence’s communication device, along with a message from the master swordsman who had invited him to reach out if he needed help with his swordsmanship. The fact that he was practically treated as a disciple was a result that exceeded his expectations.
As he recovered from his injuries, Logan contemplated the sword techniques and the connections he had established with the master swordsman. They would be a significant asset in navigating the challenging future that lay ahead. With this thought, the pain seemed to lessen. Relaxed, he began to notice the beautiful scenery around him—the grand mansions in the center of Grang, the thousand-year-old capital, which showcased various architectural styles reflecting different eras. Even for someone like Logan, who lacked knowledge about architecture, the beauty of the manors was apparent, and the elegant carriages added sophistication to the scenery. He resolved to protect and prevent the fall of such grandeur.
As he entered the bustling streets, a carriage suddenly stopped beside him. “Oh my, isn’t that young master Logan? It’s been a while,” exclaimed a beautiful voice, one that he recognized. It was Reina, the silver-haired beauty he’d met before, not on good terms, from the Wolves Ducal House, evident by the silver wolf emblem on her carriage. Despite his reluctance, he greeted her with, “It’s been a while, Lady of House Wolves.”
The exchange between them was strained; each wore a smile, but their eyes held a chill. Reina mentioned Logan’s recent involvement in a territory war, which piqued his concern since such matters were not typically discussed amongst the nobles of the capital. This revealed Reina had some interest in him, which, despite their past engagement and breakup, was unwelcome attention.
After a tense exchange regarding Reina’s inquiry about the sale of a weapon Logan had used, he managed to extricate himself from the conversation. He quickly left the scene, eager to distance himself from onlookers drawn by Reina’s presence. “Wolves Ducal House, already taking an interest…” Logan reflected on the unexpected attention from Reina’s family, even though he had ties with them in the past.
Back in his base, Logan shared with Philip, his associate, the reason behind his rough state, much to Philip’s relief. Logan revealed his plans to Philip and asked him to continue managing the sale of Imphorics while he rested and worked on other things. He immersed himself in creating a detailed treatise on middle-grade swordsmanship, a task he found surprisingly enjoyable due to his amplified sensory effects from the Force Core.
One week later, Logan completed the swordsmanship treatise. Meanwhile, Philip successfully sold all the Imphoric they had, securing them a profit of 4.1 million gold. Logan was pleased with the financial success and planned to source necessary goods from the capital for his territory before returning home. As he looked towards the southwestern sky, he affirmed his determination to protect his lands, his eyes reflecting the red hue of the sunset.
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Chapter 39
“…Yes?”
“Purchase food supplies with one million gold each month and send them to Teslon and Macline castles.”
“Really? One million gold every month?”
“Yes.”
“What on earth… Are you planning to feed the territory’s people all by yourself, Lord Logan?”
“Enough, at least for one year, I will buy continuously, so find out where to source it from.”
“Aha, you’re serious. I had no idea you cared so much for the people of your territory.”
Upon hearing Phillip’s words, Logan chuckled lightly.
‘Caring for the people of my territory…’
Well, truthfully, it was simply out of necessity.
The chronic food shortage in Macline castle was not going to be resolved until next year at least.
Even though we now have the Teslon Plains, Teslon Castle has only ever produced just a bit more than what was required for self-sufficiency.
Add to that the barrenness of Macline, and it ultimately still ends up in deficit.
Moreover, it’s early summer now.
Food supplies stored over winter are depleting, and there is still a long way to go until the next harvest season.
It’s precisely the time just after the spring famine.
It wouldn’t be strange if there were people in Macline Castle dying from hunger.
The labor of the territory’s people was absolutely necessary for the work Logan planned to undertake in the future, so it was critical to preserve their strength as much as possible.
‘But buying food is only a temporary measure.’
For the future, a more fundamental solution was necessary.
“Stop the chatter and go buy it. Is there a problem?”
“No, there’s no problem. With a long-term contract of more than a year, there would be many suppliers willing to provide. Besides, if we’re buying in bulk, we might get it for even cheaper.”
“Then proceed with that, and as soon as Imperik arrives, send him off. Prepare for business until he arrives. I will send a mercenary troop for transport escort, so make sure to get acquainted with their captain…”
After giving Phillip the detailed instructions, Logan set out once more to find Nox for another request.
* * *
“…You want me to find these people?”
“Yes.”
“With only a name and one or two features of their appearance? And we aren’t even sure about their real names. Plus, we don’t know where they live. Are you asking me to search the entire continent? This is… tough.”
“Can you do it? Just tell me that.”
“Hmm. I’d have to ask for a down payment of one hundred thousand gold. And I can’t give you any guarantee about when they could be found.”
“As soon as even one person is identified, contact me. I’ll be in Macline territory.”
“But may I ask why you want to find these people?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“…”
“For each person found, I’ll pay the same amount as the down payment again, but only if that information is reliable. So find them as quickly as you can.”
“Understood…”
Bang.
“Jeez, what a temper.”
Nox’s informant uttered in disbelief as the sound echoed in front of the empty doorway.
Already having left the place, Logan was running towards the western gate.
And his mind was racing amid the movement.
‘The independents of the future. I have to recruit them.’
But as Nox said, they wouldn’t be easy to find.
The fact that they were wandering around unaffiliated even after reaching the level of superhumans meant each of them had a significant story.
Maybe even the names Logan knew might be aliases.
‘But there’s no other way. I have to wait.’
He had to focus on growing his family’s strength.
If necessary, he should be ready to wage imperial wars without those talents and even consider extreme measures if, once found, they reject his scouting offer.
‘Especially the one who has mainly been active as a mercenary for the empire…’
While engrossed in these complicated thoughts, Logan even felt slightly desperate despite things going well currently.
Why am I in such a hurry?
“Slow down. There is still time. It’s all right.”
Logan calmed his breathing with a soft murmur, steadying himself.
Feeling anxious even after everything went better than expected in the capital was an issue.
‘It’s a compulsion. I need to clear my head for a while.’
As he acknowledged that fact, his pace noticeably slowed.
Now was the time to engage in a more important transaction.
He lifted his head, watching the sky in the distance, trying to regain some piece of mind.
Just then, in the distance, he saw a massive tower.
“Ah… Damn.”
He had resolved to take things slowly, but seeing his destination reminded him of all the things he still had to do.
‘The Magic Tower…’
The Magic Tower (魔塔) originated from magicians living together pursuing the same path and became an influence synonymous with magicians.
They built high and giant towers, proclaiming their magic and power.
Although the existence of magicians was rare, the group kept a formidable force equivalent to an army, despite their number being no more than a few hundred at most.
Most magicians were dedicated to developing and researching their magic rather than engaging in conflict, and thus they would rarely be found outside the laboratories of the magic towers.
Especially the lower-ranking magicians, in desperate need of mentors and learning, often belonged to a tower, staying close to their masters.
Therefore, in a remote territory like Macline, it was a reality that the existence of magicians was hardly noticed.
‘Not only are they hard to find, but they’re also picky about the work.’
This was the main reason why you would hardly see magicians in wars unless it was a conflict on the scale of a nation or in grand territories that maintained their own magic towers and magicians.
And there were as many as five such towers in the capital of Grandia, Grand.
Now Logan was heading to one of them, the Earth Tower, to the west of the capital.
Ding-a-ling.
Inside the massive seven-story magic tower painted in the hue of loess, the first floor was so empty it felt desolate.
The vast first-floor space, easily surpassing 300 square meters (pyeong), appeared lonely with no one around, and the reception desk closest to the entrance required quite a walk to reach.
At the reception, a young man donning an earthy loess-colored robe, emblazoned with a stone symbol showing his affiliation with the Earth Tower, was nodding off asleep.
“Hmm. Excuse me.”
Tap tap.
“Huh!”
The dozing apprentice magician of the Earth Tower, Roy, jerked awake at the sudden voice.
“I’m sorry, guest!”
He quickly stood up, bowing profusely and apologizing, but on the inside, he was still screaming.
‘This is bad. Dammit.’
Visitors to the tower were mostly nobles coming to purchase artifacts produced by the tower or to place orders, and the money they lavishly spent was the main source of income for the tower.
Considering the cost that high-ranking magicians would pour into a single magic experiment, the tower was constantly in need of funds despite the substantial income.
And with the tower’s financial situation being as precarious as it was now, crossing a noble visitor’s path could lead to disaster.
‘Wait?’
As Roy lifted his head, what he saw vastly differed from his expectations.
Sturdy boots and greaves, though worn, and similarly conditioned armor.
The flame emblem etched onto the half-plate mail was also unfamiliar.
To cap it off, the face looked even younger than his brother’s.
In that instant, Roy’s intuition kicked in.
‘This guy’s broke.’
That realization lightened the weight of his blunder and put him at ease.
“What brings you here?”
He assumed the man before him was a greenhorn noble who had just come from the countryside.
‘With that kind of attire, there’s no way he has a meeting scheduled with high-ranking magicians.’
They probably thought the magic tower, being renowned, would have artifacts on display like any exhibition—fools not knowing any better.
And these greenhorns typically had the same excuse.
“I came to see some magic scrolls…”
Sure enough, his prediction hit the mark, and Roy discounted the guest as a greenhorn.
‘Facial control. Must keep a neutral face.’
Roy carefully tried to hide his ridicule as he quietly responded.
“Magic scrolls start at one thousand gold for the 1st circle scrolls. Two thousand for the 2nd circle. Five thousand for the 3rd circle. Ten thousand for the 4th circle. Do you have a particular type of scroll in mind?”
Disposable magic scrolls allowed anyone, even non-magicians, to use magic.
Given the miracles they performed, the scrolls were not only difficult to produce but also costly.
Roy was sure the greenhorn would make awkward excuses as they turned away, overwhelmed by the price.
But the stranger’s reaction completely defied his expectations.
“Huh…”
The guy who just woke up, scanning him up and down, then his lips slightly curled up.
It was clear what he was thinking.
Logan did not want to argue with this pitiful fellow, so he briefly stated his business.
“Collapse Magic Scrolls, 150 of them.”
“…Excuse me?”
That took the man aback, his eyes widening.
Collapse Magic was a 4th circle earth attribute area spell which, depending on the capacity of the caster, could crumble dozens of square meters of rock formations at once. Although it was a formidable spell, it had certain drawbacks: prolonged casting time, obvious signs pre-cast, and it was ineffectual against living beings or other materials than soil and rock, making it practically useless in warfare.
However, in other applications, the story was different.
‘They’re perfect for construction.’
Logan planned to use them to accelerate the development of the mines and to resolve additional issues in other territories.
“…As I mentioned, Collapse Magic is part of the 4th circle scrolls, and as such, each scroll costs ten thousand gold. And you intend to purchase 150 of them?”
“Yes.”
“…You do realize that if you simply make the request and fail to pay, it could create a very embarrassing situation for you, guest.”
The man frowned slightly and scanned him from head to toe once more.
A sigh was involuntary at the ridiculous threat, but Logan had no intention of dealing with this fool any longer.
“It’s Collapse Scrolls. If you cannot fulfill that, summon someone who can.”
“…Excuse me?”
“Can you handle the sale? If so, let’s make the transaction right away.”
Logan took out an account verification issued by Coopers from his pocket.
Even this document was protected against forgery through magical means.
“Uh!”
The man was startled upon seeing the listed 4 million gold.
“Collapse Scrolls, 150 of them, that makes it 1.5 million gold. It’s a substantial amount; I wonder if you can handle it…”
Following Logan’s words, the man’s complexion turned pale.
“I-I’m sorry. Such a transaction is beyond what I can handle…”
The man’s snide demeanor had vanished completely.
Looking at his trembling hands, Logan smirked.
“Then bring someone who can take responsibility, right?”
“Yes? Oh, yes! Please wait for a moment. I-I will return immediately!”
The receptionist magician scrambled away, and soon after…
Thud thud.
From the stairs where the man had hurriedly ascended, an elderly magician nearly tumbled down as he descended with haste.
“Who is it? Oh, you?”
Amid the clamor, the magician, staggering to maintain his balance, approached with a grin that was strange for his years.
The beard sprouting beneath his chin was half white, yet despite the age it implied, his shifty eyes and lips gave off a deceitful impression.
“Oh, what a precious guest. I apologize for the late welcome. I am Ledios Grate, the tower master of the Earth Tower. I’m sorry, but may I ask which family you are from?”
This introduction was enough to surprise Logan.
‘Head of a Magic Tower?’
Even though 1.5 million gold was a considerable sum, it was essentially only half a year’s budget of a barony.
He had heard that the Earth Tower was not doing well financially, but…
‘The head of one of the five major towers rushes out for this amount?’
Yet, the strong magical presence he discerned, the heartbeat of a magician, revealed an undisputed five magic circles.
A 5th circle magician—no matter where in the tower, this was a master capable of holding an elder position or higher.
‘The situation of this tower might be more serious than I thought.’
Even amidst the unexpected situation, Logan took note of this information as he bowed his head in response.
“I am Logan Macline.”
“…Macline?”
As he heard the name, the tower master’s expression was a mix of confusion and realization, but he quickly regained composure and spoke with a forced laugh.
“Ahahaha. I apologize. My lack of exposure led to my mistake. Please, allow me to guide you. Follow me, I would much prefer we have this conversation in my office.”
The Earth Tower, one of the five prominent towers, and its master’s submissive attitude was hard to get used to but not without its advantages.
‘A weakness in a trading partner is my benefit.’
Logan smiled and nodded.
“I’m just from a small territory in the southwest. You don’t need to concern yourself. However, I have more than enough ability to make the purchase, unlike that friend there who doubted me.”
“Ah… Ha, haha. It seems our apprentice made a mistake. My apologies. I will give him a stern talking-to.”
“No, it’s nothing to worry about. It’s a trivial matter.”
Saying otherwise, but his steely glare briefly directed at the pale-faced apprentice was undeniably sharp. Observing this interaction hinted at the smug tower master’s unpleasant nature, but Logan had no reason to care.
‘Tsk. He brought this on himself.’
For now, completing this trade successfully was of utmost importance.
‘Let’s see if the Earth Tower can meet my demand. Hmm.’
The more effective spell for his purpose would have been the 4th circle Explosion Scrolls from the Magic Tower of Fire.
However, as Explosion was classified as a combat spell, it was much more expensive compared to equivalent magic, and purchasing a large quantity of military-grade scrolls would attract unnecessary attention.
Therefore, Logan chose the Collapse Magic and the Earth Tower instead.
‘Well, it’s not like there’s only one magic tower.’
Magicians of the Royal Tower who specialized in one attribute were more skilled, but the class magicians of the Royal Tower could produce similar items as well.
‘If needed, I can split the order.’
Judging by the flow of the conversation, it seemed he would be able to close the deal on even better terms than expected.
Logan followed Ledios with a faint smile.