When Oliver went out, he saw James waiting for him.
The pharmacistâs employee A, who was in the same truck as him during the decisive battle with the wizards, and the person who accompanied him while he was going to Landa.
James had been waiting for Oliver at the factory.
He stood out because of his distinctive chin, brown hair that was tucked back, and his stout shoulders.
As soon as he saw Oliver, he warmly reached out and approached him.
âAh, you finally came out.â
Oliver reflexively grabbed Jamesâ hand.
âHello.â
âYeah, nice to meet you. This is our first time meeting after we split up in Landa. I worked there for a while and as soon as I came here I heard some interesting stories. Is it true?â
âI donât know what you have heard, but I think itâs true.â
James laughed.
â hahaâŚ.Itâs amazingâŚI didnât expect this to happen. Itâs really great. Should I call you Sir Warlock?â
âNo, not really⌠What brings you here?â
Oliver asked, remembering the Pilgaret he prepared.
âHuh? AhhhâŚitâs not a big deal, I came to check if things are being produced properly. Boss is recently worried. Actually, there should have been a lot of orders these days. I know itâs rude to ask but is there any problem?
âIf thatâs the case then there is no need to worry. We are preparing everything properly.â
Oliver looked at Peter.
Peter nodded as if nothing was wrong.
âI seeâŚThatâs good.â
James nodded mechanically and scratched his chin as if he had something to say.
âIs thereâŚanything else?â
James felt deeply embarrassed, but built some courage and then opened his mouth with determination.
âDo you remember the conversation we had when I took you to Landa?â
âWhat conversation?â
âWhatâŚâ
âNo, itâs because I canât really remember.â
ââŚYou told me that if I were to teach you about wizards, you would teach me black magicâŚ..!!â
At Jamesâ words, Peter and some other disciples around him were startled, while Marie watched Oliver from afar.
The party involved, Oliver, was calm.
ââŚYes, I did. I remember.â
Oliver slowly nodded his head in affirmation while James said with his arms crossed.
âI came here to keep that promiseâŚ?â
As Oliver was about to answer, Peter interrupted.
âMaster? Whatâs he talking aboutâŚ?â
âAs you heard. Mr. EmployeeâŚâ
âJames, my name is James. Didnât I tell you last time? Call me James. Donât be so mean.â
âAs James said, he knows a lot about wizards and if he were to teach me what he knows about wizards, I promised I would teach him black magic.â
All the disciples, including Peter, were astonished to hear Oliverâs decision, to teach black magic just like that.
â Master⌠thatâs a nonsensical deal. How could you teach black magic just like that and above all, that person isnât even a real wizard, we donât know whether what he says is true or notâŚ!â
Peterâs behavior was understandable enough.
Although the barrier to black magic is lower than real magic, the opportunity required to learn black magic was actually huge.
Most of them lived a slave life under Joseph in the past and the reason why they stayed here until the end was because for them being chosen by the warlock itself was a miracle.
To them, black magic was something that they can barely learn by spending a large part of their lives as slaves and servants but James was trying to touch on that noble knowledge with the ignorant things he had learned on the street.
James opened his mouth in a hurry to tell them about the facts he knows.
âI know a lot of interesting stories about wizards because I have a lot of connectionsâŚ.If thatâs not enough, there are other stories tooâŚ..â
âNo, it doesnât make sense either way.â
âWhat do you know?
Oliver interrupted Peter and said.
âWell? I know quite a lot about street life and Landaâs back alleyâŚâ
James smiled awkwardly knowing that it was nonsense.
But Oliver had an unexpected reaction.
ââŚYes, Thatâs good enough.â
âMaster?!â
Peter said in a hurry.
âThatâs ridiculous. That man is cheating.â
âWell⌠but a promise is a promiseâ
Peter didnât say anything after that since he knew Oliverâs thinking systems were completely different.
Leaving Peter alone, Oliver said to James.
âThen, when will you start learning?â
âI donât mind learning right now.â
âUm . . . Alright. Follow me.â
Oliver took James down to the classroom in the basement.
As he went, everyone looked at this sight strangely but no one dared to speak.
After arriving in the classroom, Oliver took an emotion for the educational purpose from the shelf.
âFirst, letâs see what you can do, shall we?â
âI canât do anything.â
ââŚâŚ..What?â
âAs I said, I canât do anything⌠No, no, not just that. I canât condense the emotions on my fingertips. I canât even see them.â
Both looked at each other in an unexpected situation, unable to say anything.
ââŚâŚâ
âHuhâŚcan I be honest?â
âYes, please.â
âI have no talent for black magic.â
âWhat?â
âThereâs something I didnât tell you. Itâs not that I didnât have any opportunities to learn black magic. At that time, I simply had no talent for it.â
â⌠Then why?â
âWell? Still, is there a way to learn something? I may be old, but my heart is still passionate⌠How? Is there no way? Arenât you the warlock who won against Joseph?â
Oliver understood what James meant.
James had the faint hope that if it was Oliver, he might have a way to teach him.
Right now, Oliver was also confused.
He looked for education-related books in Josephâs library to teach others but he couldnât find any.
Because of that, all Oliver can do is point out other peopleâs problems and sometimes help them indirectly.
It was fine with the disciples because they were all able to open their third eye and were able to extract emotions, at least clumsily.
Oliver didnât know how to teach someone who couldnât even do the basics.
Looking at Oliver, James asked with disappointment.
âWhyâŚ. is there no way?â
Oliver looked at him without saying a word and then suddenly stretched out his hand and covered both eyes of James.
âAhhhh! What are you doingâŚ!?â
âWait a minute.â
Oliver struck Jamesâs weakly resisting hand down and covered his eyes again.
Oliver focused his attention on Jamesâ eyes making him enter a strange state.
As Oliver began to see Jamesâ emotions more and more clearly, Oliver extracted some of the emotions stored in the test tube and then once again placed his hand on Jamesâs eyes in the same way.
âWhat the hellâŚ?â
âWait.â
With those words, Oliver gave strength to the hands pressing Josephâs eyes once again.
The normal vision weakened as his vision as a warlock grew stronger and as the boundary was about to be crossed, Oliver forcibly shoved the emotions he was holding in his hand into Jamesâ eyes.
âAaaaaaaaah!â
James felt a sharp pain in his eyeball and began to struggle.
Oliver didnât let go of him.
âIt hurts! Damn, Fu*kkkkkkkkkâŚâŚ it hurts!!â
âOkay, okay. Itâs fine. Wait a minute.â
James struggled as if the pain had reached its max, after screaming for a long time Oliver finally let go of him.
âAaaahhhhhhhhhhhâŚ!â
James fell to the floor while holding his eyes closed, he crawled on the floor moaning in pain but still he couldnât open his eyes as if he had seen a flash bomb.
âEyesâŚ! My eyesâŚ! What the hell did you do?!â
James exclaimed as he held his burning eyes.
However, as time passed, the pain gradually subsided and his vision began to get restored.
âWhat does this look like?â
Oliver raised his finger in front of James who managed to barely open his eyes and asked.
James replied blankly.
ââŚâŚ.circle?â
â⌠So, youâre saying that Landa was built by wizards?â
âThatâs rightâŚÂ it was built by capitalists and wizards to be exact. However, the people say that it was built by the wizards. Well, thatâs not a lie either. Capitalists only gave money. Rebuilding Landa was the skill of the wizards. Even a three-year-old knows.â
â⌠I didnât know.â
âWhat I meant is.. almost everyone knows itâŚDonât you know about a metaphor?â
ââŚâŚ.â
âHaaa, You really donât know⌠Anyway, the point is that the status of the wizards in Landa is great. Their status is even greater in other places that are better than Landa.â
âOkay. But how do you know about wizards, Mr. James?â
âAh? Ahhh⌠First of all, there are many stories about wizards going around in pubs and the streets, then Iâve also been hired by wizards a few times. When they needed a solver.â
âSolver?â
âWhen they needed someone to set fire to a fellow wizardâs business or when they wanted to assault their employees.â
ââŚdo the wizards fight a lot?â
âUh. Smart people hate Smart people like them. Itâs the fear of the same species. Can I ask you a question this timeâŚ.?â
âWhat?.â
âHow long do I have to do this?â
James asked while gathering his emotions into his fingertips in the form of a squiggly circle.
It canât be called a circle, in fact, it was something that anyone would be embarrassed to call a circle.
âUntil you make a perfect circle.â
âHaha⌠canât you just teach the black magic right away?
âIf you donât know how to make a proper circle then even I canât help it.â
At those words, James was greatly disappointed.
James was overjoyed about successfully taking the first step in black magic so he wanted to take the next step in a hurry but Oliver calmly advised him each time.
ââŚAlso the true power of black magic is not in its powerful strength.â
âWhat?â
âIf you look at the masterâs books in the study, it says that the true power of black magic is the third eye that pierces through the inside of the opponent and the precise technique using those eyes to pierce the enemy. Thatâs what I think too. It will be of no use if you only think about the strength of the black magic.â
There was considerable dignity in the words of a boy who looked around only fifteen years old, and James stared at him without joking like he usually does.
âthenâŚ.â
-Mr. James! Everything has been moved!
Workers came out of the sausage factory and loaded the boxes of pilgarets into trucks and shouted from afar.
âOkay! Wait a minute!â
James suddenly returned to being pharmacistâs employee A, while taking a cigarette and placing it in his mouth.
âThatâs all for today. Keep practicing circles and if you succeed try making squares.â
âOkayâŚSquareâŚBy the way, can you increase production? We will prepare the required emotions.â
ââŚâŚArenât we already manufacturing a lot?â
âYes, we are indeed manufacturing a lot but we might need more.â
More?
Oliver was a little worried.
At first, the production of pilgarets which had been increasing little by little suddenly doubled and then it tripled, now it has quadrupled.
That meant that Oliverâs workload would increase, and it was not a happy thing for Oliver who wanted to spend his time studying black magic.
Well, He almost finished reading all the books in the library anyway, so it wasnât a big problem, but stillâŚ
ââŚcan I just think about it for a moment? The workplace now has reached its limit.
âOkay. Iâll tell the boss that way. But if itâs possible, think about accepting the offer. Your items are very popular now, so you should row when the water comes in.â
It was not a good offer for Oliver, who was not particularly interested in money.
And there wasnât any interesting part in it.
âIs it popular?â
âYeah, didnât you know?
âYes.â
âWhy do you think the production has increased? Of course, it is because of the high demand. Supply is not coping with the demand. Your items are very popular now. No wonder the clients try to buy it from other vendors. It might be a little bit of exaggeration but it has the potential to even threaten the Black Smoke.â
ââŚwhat is black smoke?â
ââŚdonât you know what black smoke is? Are you kidding me?â
When Oliver shook his head silently, James was stunned.
âYou are a warlock who sells pilgarets but you donât even know what a Black Smoke is?â
âBecause I never learned about it.â
âBlack Smoke is the most popular pilgaret brand⌠A really high-quality pilgaret. And your stuff being compared to that tells how awesome it is.â
ââŚ.okay.â
âCome on!! I canât even get a reaction even when I compliment. How many compliments do I need to give to get a satisfied expression on your faceâŚ? Anyway, Iâll tell the boss your opinion. See you next time.â
Oliver nodded and saw James off, but James suddenly stopped and asked with a very serious face.
âCan I ask you something?â
âPlease speak.â
âItâs funny that Iâm asking this nowâŚ.why did you teach me so easily? Black magic. To be honest, you could have ignored me.â
Oliver thought deeply and opened his mouth.
âWhy shouldnât I teach you?â
James paused, then said with a low smile.
âHahaâŚyouâre really a weird person.â
âIs that so?â
âAnyway. See you next time.â
Several cars were marching towards the backward city of Wineham.
It was the F-series, a vehicle for mass distribution and it was a model that was not strange looking from anywhere.
Thanks to this, it was very popular among the middle class, who were short on money, and those who performed secret missions.
They all stopped at once.
After a while, a woman got out of the car.
Porcelain-like skin, distinct facial features, and brilliantly blonde hair.
She was a beautiful woman who looked like a painting, and her looks expressed her beauty and intelligence.
No, not just beautiful, she looked holy.
âIs this the breeding ground for that stuff?â
âYes, Knight.â
The woman who was called knight by her subordinate spoke as she touched the cross hanging from her neck.
âThen, letâs hurry. To destroy the evil thatâs spreading the evil drug.â
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