Offer a Tribute and Become an Archmage - Chapter 206



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Episode 206.

Bodies were scattered among the explosions.

The enemy forces that had been gathered together were annihilated.

Something flew in between the explosions.

“It’s a rock! Avoid it!”

“My lord!”

A slingshot landed in front of Liam, who was protecting the front of the private soldiers and Ronobé with a shield, thinking it was enemy magic.

It wasn’t magic.

“It’s a grimoire, you dogs.”

Ronobe, who was watching the soldiers who had thrown themselves onto the dirt floor, made eye contact with his index and middle fingers and showed them his slingshot.

“A slingshot is a grimoire? How fascinating.”

Well, it’s a miracle that anything works out.

Ronobe took it into his bosom and shouted.

“I caught the enemy wizard!!”

“Waaa …

“Long live the White Wizard!”

“Baron Hopper killed the wizard!!”

Cheers erupted.

There may still be remnants of the enemy and they may have reinforcements, but it was safe to say that the war was over.

“Take the loot!!”

“Woooooooo!”

From now on, all that was left to do was loot the loot. The rest was up to Boladigen’s army to handle.

“Take as much as you can! Don’t let it be taken away from you!”

In war, spoils of war are given according to merit. In the first place, all the corpses in the blast radius were created by Ronobe. They are Ronobe’s, but the problem is that there is no one in the world you can trust. This is because there are so many thieves in this crazy battlefield. If you get caught stealing, you get the death penalty, but if you don’t get caught, it’s okay. There are many people who think that.

It’s possible that the lord or his retainers might secretly take a few expensive items!

It could never be taken away.

“Take it!!”

At this time, more than the private soldiers of a nobleman, the dexterity and keen eye of a bandit or mercenary were needed.

“Over there! There’s a sword over there! It’s the knight’s sword! Get it quickly, Liam!”

“I packed it!”

“Wow!!”

The soldiers cheered. The wagons began to fill up with loot.

“I’m going to use it all on you guys! Don’t play around and get it quickly!”

Even though we only had seven soldiers, we had to take everything we could.

Everything here is money.

“Ronobe, over there.”

“Liam! There’s a bridge over there! There’s got to be another one! Find it quickly!”

As Benny gives a warning with his eagle eye and Ronobé shouts at Liam, Liam and his men rush over and collect the loot.

“I found this! It’s mine!”

“Why don’t you get out of here, you little brat?!”

“It’s mine, you crazy bastard!”

Behind the army that rushed to deal with the remnants, there was a fight among them over the spoils. They were clearly soldiers of Boladizen, but they were too greedy.

He probably intended to swallow it secretly. I couldn’t just stand by and watch.

“It’s burnt so I can tell it’s mine.”

“Of course I wanted to give it to you!”

Of course, he didn’t do that in front of Ronobe either. Voladizen and the other knights were chasing the remnants to claim credit, and the baron’s vassals were out plundering the spoils with their private soldiers.

“Hey! That’s some expensive looking armor! Take it!”

“I got it!”

“Damn, if I knew this was going to happen I would’ve brought Peter over and told him to kick some walls. Hey, over there too!”

it’s a shame.

It’s a pity, it’s a pity!

‘If only I had somehow learned the magic that Ashwald spoke of, I would have taken all the loot here and hidden it away!!’

I seriously considered whether I should offer all the tributes now to increase Agadon’s spatial abilities. If I had just mixed the oil and the snake venom, I could have safely collected much more loot than I did now.

That much was gold.

Most of it was either pulverized or half melted by the explosion, but it was still iron. It was only money if I had it in my hand. If I left it to someone else, it would disappear in an instant. You should never trust others.

“Me, Baron. We will take care of the loot separately…”

“Shut up! Get out of the way!!”

Ronobe pushed away the vassal blocking his way with his shoulder pad as if telling him to calm down. Even for the same armor, the price of the armor varies depending on which master craftsman made it and what kind of history it has.

Black is even more so.

The most expensive one! The one with the longest history!

I had to focus on those things.

“Ugh! This is stuck together and won’t come off!”

The corpses were stuck together and on fire, making it difficult to remove the armor. Not only was the armor heavy, but the corpses inside made it even heavier.

“These kids are weak and falling!”

Ronobe looted the half-buried loot. It was difficult to pull it out even with three soldiers rushing in, but Ronobe pulled it out in one breath.

“Ouch… it’s gross.”

The loot wasn’t just something that the dead soldiers dropped, so it was a bit disgusting. The smell was strong, probably because they were corpses that had been burned by the explosion. Those with weak stomachs even retched and vomited. There were dismembered corpses scattered all over the place, so it was impossible to be okay.

“Hurry up and pack it! Isn’t this a knight? Search the heart! Is there no knight’s seat?!”

“doesn’t exist!”

The soldier whose heart was torn apart shouted.

“Baron! There is not enough room in the cart!”

As he was gathering with his eyes wide open, the wagon was soon full. Ronobe saw the wagon prepared by Boladizen. They too were gathering their own loot.

“That cart looks nice.”

“This, this won’t do… This…”

Ronobe scooped up the oil from his hand and set it on fire. Crackle! The oil and sparks that spurted out burned even more menacingly.

“I feel like the magic that destroyed the plains will burst out of my hands again… I can’t control myself, so sometimes when I get angry, the magic goes out. Don’t worry too much. If you get sick because you can’t get a cart, then…”

“I’ll give it to you! So please give me your life…”

It works better than you think.

Since they had seen with their own eyes the destructive power of magic that Ronobe had achieved, they were more inclined to fear what was right in front of them than to follow the orders of Boladizen from afar. To the soldiers, Ronobe was honestly an object of fear.

Ronobe laughed heartily.

“Hey, guys!! I stole the cart! Put everything in here!! This is awesome!”

“Wow! That’s great!”

“Here it is! Take it! Take only the expensive ones!! Look through his underwear too! You never know what he might have hidden!”

“It’s a knight’s helmet!”

“There is a surviving steed over there!”

“Catch him now!!”

Ronobe stopped looting only after he had seized another wagon brought by a Boladizen soldier.

“I am rich…”

There was a huge pile of loot, three wagon loads full, piled up like a mountain.

The knights’ armor was also plentiful, so if they were sold, they could easily fetch hundreds of gold coins. Most of it was melted, torn, and damaged, so it was hard to get a proper price, but the quantity was so great that they could make money just by melting it back down into iron.

“I also caught a military horse!”

“Oh!!”

When Ronobe saw the spoils of war, which amounted to a whole horse and three carts, he felt like crying.

“The harvest is bountiful!”

war…

It made me want to do it one more time.

*

Unfortunately, the war could not continue as Ronobe had hoped.

Just one attack.

The attack left Nelatino’s army disintegrated and scattered, with life and death unknown, and even the Templars of the Basti Cult lost their traces.

“Advance! Advance!!”

The Voladizen army advanced straight to Nelatino and captured Nelatino. The territorial war ended with the surrender of the Baron of Nelatino.

The period was three weeks. It was a relatively short period for a war, but Ronobe couldn’t wait any longer. Clank. Ronobe put down his teacup and looked at the lord and asked.

“What did you offer as terms of surrender?”

“I brought you a pledge not to start a war for the next ten years, three hundred gold pieces, the interests in the coal mines owned by Nelatino, and his son as hostage.”

“You had a harvest.”

First of all, you are the one who started the war.

Although they lost the war, they did not die, so it was right to be thankful that they were killed to that extent. They believed in the Basti cult and made a fuss, but it was a loss that would be difficult to recover. Thanks to that, Boladigen gained a lot.

“Baron Hopper also reaped a great harvest while I was advancing. He used three wagons… and our wagons at that…”

Ronobe coughed in vain, feeling stung for no reason.

It was not a very pleasant sight for a noble to be more greedy for gold than for fame, and especially so if the money was collected through robbing others.

“The battle on the plains was not all mine. I just took what was mine. I guess you are quite dissatisfied…”

I picked up the staff that Ronobe had put down.

Yeongju was startled and waved his hands.

“Oh, no! How could that be? You can’t call yourself a lord if you treat the main character of this war so stingy. Hehe.”

Even before the war began, and even after it ended, Ronobe was a force to be reckoned with. He had shown the power of the White Mage so magnificently that Voladizen had no choice but to tremble before him.

“Right? I was worried that the lord would act like a small-minded person who wanted to split the spoils. I was so conflicted about whether I should use magic or not. Hahaha! I guess I was mistaken for a moment!”

“Oh, that’s right. Hahahaha!”

Lord Boladizen wiped the sweat dripping down his face with a handkerchief and moistened his parched lips with saliva. It was hard to tell if he was a wizard or a thug.

“That, that’s what I’m talking about… the loot.”

“hmm?”

“Isn’t it a bit… difficult to take it all the way to the North? We were thinking of taking care of it for you.”

“Oh, that’s true.”

Enough to fill three carts.

These are the guys who were tied up with water-soaked thread to prevent them from being stolen, piled up like a mountain. It is impossible to take them all the way to the rugged north.

If you can get it done a little cheaper, it’s better to just get it here and leave.

“Of course I thought so.”

“Ah, as expected! I knew Baron Hopper wouldn’t be stingy with me! Of course!”

But first.

“What happened to the deal we had agreed to make?”

A condition set for participating in the war.

Black cows, saplings, and gold coins.

It was agreed that he would receive half of the profits from the window and 30% of the profits from the voladigen.

Just a simple calculation would be about six hundred gold coins.

Of course, you can’t get it now.

What Ronobe is talking about is the real thing.

“Black cows and saplings, of course. We are preparing. It is quite a distance from Boladigen to Hopper, so we need to prepare thoroughly. We will prepare thoroughly, so you don’t have to worry.”

If so, then it’s a relief.

Even though a contract has been signed, there are some people who find fault with it and try to modify or refuse to give the contract to you, but it seems that Boladizen is not one of them.

Of course, I still didn’t know.

I can’t help but keep my promise, because if I don’t I’ll get really angry.

“Thank you. I will dispose of the loot I have captured in Boladigen, so please bring the money to Hopper along with the black cattle.”

“You mean that many gold coins?”

“How much does it cost?”

“I guess I’ll have to look, but that much loot would be worth at least three hundred gold pieces…”

“Wouldn’t it be four hundred dollars?”

“No, that’s…”

It was a voice telling me to give it up even if it wasn’t possible.

‘Have you ever seen such a thieving guy…?’

But it’s not something you can just spit out.

Yeongju wiped away the cold sweat that was running down his face and lowered the price a little.

“If it’s about three hundred and fifty won…”

“Four hundred.”

“Then three hundred and seventy…”

“If you really want it, I’ll give it to you for three hundred and ninety.”

“… Thank you. Then, should I send all the money to Hopper? It would be better to keep half of it rather than sending it all. From the perspective of someone who manages a territory… There is no one you can trust when it comes to money, right?”

That’s right.

No matter how loyal a subordinate is, if there is gold or silver treasure right in front of him, he will put some of it in his pocket.

“The lord has spoken, so I will send only half.”

“That’s a great decision. Well then, let’s do that…”

Boladizen nodded to the vassal next to him. Then, Zenjar, who was filling out the relevant documents, brought someone over.

“This is a personal request of mine…”

“?”

The person who was brought was a boy.

The lord’s son whom I saw before.

“Did you say that?”

“It’s a joke.”

“Oh, right. But why is the lord’s second son…”

Since he did not know English, the lord handed him a very expensive-looking stone box from his bosom.

A shiny black stone box.

I heard that it looks expensive at first glance.

“Ugh, uhm. What is this…”

“Please open it. Wouldn’t it be okay to talk about it later?”

“hmm…”

When I opened the stone box, inside were a strange stone and a grimoire that would make any wizard dazzle.

The shape was scissors.

“Uh, uhm!”

“This is the one I got from Nelatino.”

Five rocks and one grimoire.

There is no greater treasure for a wizard. Ordinary wizards dismantle the stones and grimoires to strengthen their own grimoires.

Ronobe naturally lifted the stone box and answered, holding it under his armpit.

“Let’s hear it first. Why?”

I thought that was something that should be done before receiving the stone tablet, but Boladizen said while rubbing his palms.

“I would like you to accept my son as your disciple.”

“The lord’s second son?”

“yes.”

This was a pretty refreshing suggestion.

‘I thought he was just a fool, but he’s actually a lord. He knows how to read the flow of the times.’

I was quite impressed.

After all, Yeongju is Yeongju.

After seeing the power that Ronobe possessed, he asked her to accept his son.

“I heard that the Baron has already taken on two disciples. But even if two become three, what difference would it make? Since we are of similar age, if you would accept me, I, Jo-Wan Boladizen. I will never forget this favor.”

“hmm…”

Even though his usual appearance was a bit pitiful, he was a man who knew how to bow his head for his son. No, he was a father.

“I don’t know what you want, but contrary to what you think, I’m not very affectionate towards my disciples. I’m more of a free-spirited person. I don’t teach them anything. I just take them around and look over their shoulder to show them my magic for a little while.”

“That’s enough.”

“If that’s the case.”

Ronobe saw the joke.

He looks very nervous.

‘It’s faded dirt… It’s just a magic that creates dirt, so it doesn’t seem to be of much use.’

I’ve seen Ronobedo once.

Gray dirt.

It’s just dirt.

‘If you add water, it might turn into cement or something.’

If it could be mixed with water to make concrete, it could be of great help in building the walls of Hopper Estate.

Of course, if that’s possible.

“How old are you?”

“I’m twelve this year.”

“hmm.”

There was a three year age gap between him and Ronobe.

I wondered if it was okay to accept a child who was only three years younger than me as my disciple, but I had already received the goods, so there was no way.

“I am not the kindest to my disciples, so if you want to get something out of me, you will have to put in your best effort. Do you understand?”

“Of course!”

“Then prepare yourself well. Say goodbye too. I will be heading north tomorrow.”

“Hey, tomorrow?”

After all, a child is a child.

When Ronobe was that age, he killed some bandits and moved to the village.

“Once you leave, there’s no going back. Are you mentally prepared?”

Joke glanced at his father, swallowed dryly, and nodded.

Ronobe briefly greeted the lord and then said goodbye.

Now it was time to go north.

The Three Disciples [1]