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A few of the thieves next to him turned their heads at the man's shout.
One of them said to the man in the leather vest in a low voice.
"Cron, I think it's best to let him go quietly. That's an Elton Academy uniform."
The expression on the leather vest, who was called Cron, crumpled.
"Academy? What's that? Aren't they just a bunch of kids who lock themselves in and study magic?"
"You haven't been here long, so you might not know, but... it's not just any academy, it's Elton Academy. It has an influence that can't be ignored, not just in Elton City, but across the entire continent."
The leather vest grabbed the face of the thief who gave him the advice with his palm.
As the leather vest raised his arm, the thief whose face was grabbed kicked his feet in the air.
"Keuk! H-hyungnim!"
"Exert influence? Some academy that just takes kids and teaches them magic? Don't you know that Elton City is now our Red Tooth territory?"
"Y-yes, hyungnim. Keuk. L-let go of my hand..."
Thud.
The leather vest released his hand, and the thief who was held fell to the ground with a thud.
The leather vest, frowning deeply, raised his hand and pointed at Davian.
"Hey you, come here."
Mons sighed deeply.
"Haa... Master, I'll take care of this."
"Go easy on them, Mons."
"Yes, Master."
Mons slowly walked towards the group of thieves.
Davian crossed his arms and leaned against the wall as he was.
"How dare some thief tell our precious Master to come here."
"What? Who are you? Some kind of bodyguard? A student from the academy who is supposed to carry the future of the country doesn't even have the strength to protect himself and has to bring a bodyguard. Hey guys!"
At the leather vest's shout, the thieves left the man who had fallen on the ground and stood towards Mons.
The fallen man, who had been beaten so badly, couldn't even think of running away and just curled up in a ball.
There were a total of eight thieves.
Mons beckoned with his finger.
"It's annoying, so come at me all at once."
Swish.
The thieves drew the swords they had at their waists.
They weren't sleek and well-made, but the blades were well-honed.
Mons hadn't even drawn his sword yet.
The thieves, who were skilled in group fights, didn't look at each other or come out one by one.
Soon, all eight thieves started running down the narrow alleyway at the same time.
Their shoulders bumped into each other, and they couldn't even run properly.
"Haa..."
Mons sighed deeply once again.
"Euryat!"
The thieves started swinging their swords recklessly.
Weapons with chipped edges and rust all over them.
Davian looked at the thieves' absurd swords.
'Are they deliberately managing their weapons like that? It might be more of a threat to the enemy. You could get tetanus just by getting scratched by that.'
In this place where medicine hasn't developed, there's no way to treat tetanus without the help of healing magic or potions.
Unless you're a noble or a rich merchant, you can just cut off the affected area if you get tetanus.
'They can't use it for long if they manage it like that. I guess they're just cheap swords that they use roughly and throw away. Anyway, looking at the reddish rust, it's definitely a deadly weapon.'
If you had to choose between a healthy medium-sized dog and a small dog with rabies, the more dangerous one is definitely the small dog with rabies.
While Davian was contemplating the efficiency and essence of weapons, Mons' figure moved quickly.
Mons extended his fist towards the flying blades.
'No! Mons! Tetanus!'
Well, a few drops of potion would cure it, but it's always better not to get sick.
While he was thinking that.
Clang!
The thief's blade that was hit by Mons' fist broke off.
Mons' fist didn't even have a scratch on it.
"Hoo."
It was the power of external force training.
Mons' body, which was swung with force, couldn't be cut by such clumsy swords.
Thwack! Thwack!
What happened next was obvious.
Mons succeeded in knocking down seven thieves in less than five minutes.
He had even broken all of their secret weapon, the tetanus sword.
Now, only the leather vest, who seemed to be the middle boss, was left.
Swish.
The leather vest drew his sword.
Davian's eyes narrowed.
'Oh?'
The leather vest's sword was reflecting the sunlight and shining silver.
It was quite a good sword.
"You arrogant bodyguard. Know that today is your death anniversary. Haat!"
As soon as the short warning was over, the leather vest launched himself.
Fairly fast and organized movements.
'He wasn't a thief from the start. Is he from a ruined family somewhere?'
But.
Whether he was a thief from the start or not, it didn't matter to Mons at all.
Thwack!
Mons, who had dodged the leather vest's sword, punched him in the abdomen.
"Kueueue."
It was just one punch, but he grabbed his stomach and slumped to the ground.
Mons stepped on the tip of his sword and pulled up hard on the handle.
"Crack."
The leather vest's sword, which boasted a sleek silver figure, was eventually broken by Mons.
Mons looked down at the leather vest.
"From now on, be careful who you tell to come and go. Everyone's alive because the Master told me to go easy on them, so express your gratitude to the Master and leave."
One of the thieves, who had barely gotten up, bowed to Davian and staggered out of the alley.
Then, one by one, they got up, bowed, and disappeared.
Finally, the leather vest just nodded roughly, got hit on the back of the head by Mons, bowed deeply to Davian, and left the alley.
"Good work, Mons."
"It's nothing, Master. They weren't even a warm-up for morning exercise."
"The leather vest seemed like he was pretty good, though? You're just too strong, Mons."
"Ah, I was thinking that too. His movements weren't like someone who should be in a gang of thieves."
"...Thank you."
Davian and Mons turned their heads.
The man who was curled up on the ground had finally gotten up and bowed to them.
"Thanks to you, I'm alive. If it weren't for you two, I might have been beaten to death in this spot. Thank you."
Davian replied in his unique, chic tone.
"I wasn't exactly trying to save you. They just started a fight with me."
"I know you could have left in a hurry, but you deliberately stayed. Thank you."
"Well, if you want to think that way, then think that way."
The man bowed deeply several more times before introducing himself.
"I'm a merchant who moved to Elton City a few weeks ago. The guys demanded such high seat fees that I beat one of them up and sent him back... and things just turned out like this. My name is Fabes. I run a magic material store in an alley near here."
Fabes took out a piece of paper that looked like a flyer from his pocket and handed it over.
"If you need any magic materials, please come visit me anytime. I'll search the entire continent to find the best quality materials for you."
Mons asked.
"The guys will come back. Will you be able to keep operating?"
Fabes looked at Mons.
His gaze momentarily scanned Mons' entire body.
"What else can I do? If merchants like us can't open stores because we're afraid of thieves, we'll starve to death. "
"You have quite the backbone. Anyway, be careful."
"Thank you. By the way, you're very skilled, but judging by your tone and clothes, you don't seem to be a noble?"
"Ah, I'm just this Master's attendant. You don't have to be so formal with me."
"Oh no, it's not like that. You're my lifesaver, so what does it matter if you're a noble or a commoner."
"Well, do as you please. Then, goodbye. Master, let's go."
Fabes stared blankly at the backs of Davian and Mons as they left.
The first floor of the restaurant Si-Beure is a large hall, and the second floor has individual private rooms.
Only customers with reservations can enter the private rooms on the second floor, and the meal costs much more even if you order the same food.
Davian and Mons made a reservation for a private room.
"Are you keeping a good watch on Number 1 and Number 2?"
Number 1 is Dylan Nedon, and Number 2 is Sophie Maree.
Spies of the Marino Empire that Davian caught and Mons is managing.
"Yes, Master. Don't worry. I visit Number 2 regularly, and Number 1 is in the academy, so I meet him at a designated place every two weeks."
"How is it? Do you think they'll cooperate with us?"
"They both seem to be worried about their own safety because they're young. It won't be too difficult to use them appropriately when we need to."
"Number 1 will, but Number 2 won't."
Mons put down his fork and knife and looked at Davian.
"Pardon?"
"Number 2 isn't acting like that because she's worried about her own safety. Her family in her hometown is being held hostage."
"In the Ocid continent?"
"Yeah. She seems to be terribly involved with the Marino Empire guys."
"So that's the story. No wonder..."
"No wonder what?"
"She usually acts like a ditzy girl, but she sometimes has an unusual look in her eyes. Her eyes are bright."
Davian nodded.
"Sophie... no, Number 2 and you, Mons, are four years apart, right? Number 2 is twenty-one. You're twenty-five."
"Yes."
Four years.
In Korea, it's a great match that doesn't even need to be checked.
"Get along."
"Pardon?"
"She's pretty, too."
"Are you telling me to associate with a spy from the Marino Empire? You know how my family got to be like this because of someone..."
"I'm telling you, she's doing it against her will."
"Even so, how can I!"
"Okay, I'm just kidding. Anyway, keep managing them well. You never know when we might be able to use them."
"...Yes, Master."
Davian took out a few scrolls from his pocket.
"And this."
"What kind of scrolls are these?"
"I've engraved a magic circle on a large rock in the forest in the Batian Lake area. It's a scroll to go there and to return to our lodging."
"What should I do when I go to the Batian Lake area?"
"If you go as marked on the map, there's a small village. Go there and find a girl named Bellus. 16 years old, brown hair. Tell her I sent you and give her some money. Enough for two people to live comfortably for a year."
"A sixteen-year-old girl? What have you been up to there? Perhaps..."
"Don't talk nonsense. Do you have the business card you got earlier? Fabes, was it? The one who opened a magic store. Go there and buy some magic materials and bring them to her. Since you're her lifesaver, he'll give you good things."
"Magic materials too? What's your relationship? Perhaps something you need to take responsibility for...?"
Davian shook his head firmly.
"She's a junior who will be entering next year. A talented person who definitely needs to be on my side. A spirit magician."
"Nothing special?"
"I told you, no."
"Nothing to take responsibility for either?"
"Ah, no."
Mons stared at Davian.
"So you're already managing your connections? All of the top talents in the current freshman class are your friends, right? Didn't you say that you've already applied to that club?"
"Managing connections... I'm not interested in connections. Let's just say it's a struggle to survive."
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