The Unicorn Legion: Mage Academy – Chapter 12

Author: Demon Lord D (D魔王)

Translator: Lylis

Editor: MeeBoo

Chapter 12: Second Chance

Iron Gauntlet walked around for a week with his legs clenched together, and no longer appeared at the breakfast hall.

–It was told that since then he really didn’t go to the ‘Mermaid’ anymore.

The “Eagle Mercenary Troop” silently disbanded, the members all entered smaller groups. Many of them were completely changed, becoming extremely polite and modest, desperate to forget the past.

The elf no longer asked to join the knight’s table, of course, he had no need to do so.

Everyday when he walked into the hall, people would always jostle to ask him to join in this or that mission.

Undoubtedly the elf was popular, and very suited for teams.

Only after working together once, he would be able to remember everyone’s faces and names, even though he didn’t speak much, he was a very good listener. On the occasion that he did speak he would make the others in the team laugh and cheer.

Of course, he never forgot his greetings. Other than the knight, the names after “Good morning” became longer and longer.

In the end, gradually, it became “Good morning, everyone.”

This is good, the knight thought.

This is where he belongs.

At night he would watch the courtyard from the upper floors, the elf would always be standing there, silently shooting twenty four arrows into the target, taking it down, and then repeating this until the church bell sounded twelve o’clock.

The elf’s movements became more fluid.

From the degree of tightness of the bow(1), it could be seen that he was slowly regaining the strength he lost.

However, the knight didn’t have a lot of time to observe, because he needed to seize this time to rest.

From an abandoned well outside the city he retrieved his abandoned shield and sword.

The moment he gripped the hilt of the sword, feeling that familiar weight, the knight knew – that he had not given up.

After twelve, he would sneak into an isolated corner of the courtyard, practicing the sword skills that he had abandoned for a month or more.

The ten o’clock curfew during the war helped him a lot, no one could see him. Thus the knight could also enjoy the freedom of being out of the heavy armor for a time.

But how much longer would these days last?

There was news that the rebel army had started to abandon the other locations, gathering their forces to prepare to attack the capital.

If the flames of war really came close, the mercenaries would become very popular.

Because unlike the army that eats the king’s grain, and giving compensation to the family of the fallen, mercenaries could only receive rewards if they lived to complete the mission.

The knight hated war, but hated the ones who started the war even more.

If it was possible to end this civil war as soon as possible, he didn’t mind staining his hands with blood.

If he performed heroically enough during the war, there might even be a chance at amnesty.

How ridiculous, to become a criminal because he didn’t kill someone, and be cleared of the crime by killing more people.

The recruitment order from the crown came out, although there wasn’t much details, the requirements and expected rewards were listed very clearly.

The request were for a party of ten. The knight shook his head, preparing to leave.

When he moved to the breakfast lobby, he brushed against the elf.

“Good morning, Cain.” The elf said.

The knight continued pass as if not hearing.

“Ah… please wait a moment.”

This is a first.

The knight stopped, turning to look at him.

“Um, I know you only take on solo missions,” the elf looked hesitant, “but is it possible to break that rule once? You know, that the crown is recruiting parties of ten, the reward seems to be fairly high. – We are still missing a warrior.”

The knight was silent, but his heart had started to beat rapidly.

Too dangerous. Refuse him.

The elf’s green eyes carried expectation and trust, his face was a little pleading.

The knight didn’t reply, he made no movements, watching as those eyes started to cloud with the shadows of disappointment.

“Sorry,” the elf lowered his head, “am I troubling you?”

Yes, leave.

As long as you ask, no other warriors would refuse you.

“I’m very sorry.” The elf said very politely, “It won’t happen again.”

He nodded one last time, revealing a lonely smile to the knight.

“… Good bye, Cain.”

Accept it.

It might be dangerous but accept it.

The team members he choose won’t be informants.

You’ve rejected him once, this is the second and last chance.

Damn it, he heard that elven race were born with natural psychological persuasion magic, that can’t be true right.

The knight sighed, despising his resistance to the Chaos element.(2)

“… I didn’t say ‘no’.”

After a moment of shock, the elf smiled.

“Thank you,” He said, “thank you very much.”

Seeing the reward, basically all the mercenaries signed up.

After many rounds of selection, about half the people were ordered to return to wait for orders, only four groups remained to be taken outside the city. “Thorn”, “Wolf”, “Cheetah”, and the elf’s temporary group of ten.

The red haired Titan enthusiastically suggested ten or more names for the team. Finally, everyone the relatively reasonable name of “Bread and Oatmeal porridge”(3). – It was the only type of food provided by the ‘Mercenary’s Home’.

As for the names that did not make it, the knight was too lazy to remember them.

At the camp outside they met a gloomy man, Hazlett Duncan, the captain of the Royal Knights, this mission’s commanding officer.

“Tonight,” Duncan said, “according to the reports, there will be a team of rebel vanguard passing through this area of the city. The numbers are unclear, in order to maintain speed, they won’t send out too many people. Also, there will be no riders. It is possible that this group will not be using any flares, but rather potions to increase night vision. I will also prepare these things for you.”

He pointed to the map, “Your mission is the hide along the paths that they will pass, if possible attack them. Arrows, swords, knives, traps, whatever, by fair means or foul.”

“There are four routes to choose from.” Duncan marked the four red lines drawn on the map, “one, or two teams will meet with the rebels, as for the others –“

He said in a scornful tone, “Consider that you’ve each received a gold piece for free. – Good, now,are there anymore questions?”

The captain of “Thorn” thought for a moment, then said, “Will there be any backup support?”

“You can assume there won’t be.”

“Then, what is our purpose in the grand scheme?”

“… A vital pawn, but still a pawn. That’s all you need to know.”

Clearly he did not plan to continue to explain.

“After this succeeds, will there be more missions available?”

“Possibly,” Duncan glanced at the four teams, settling on the elf, “there are some amongst you I am not familiar with. So think of this as a field test.”

The elf raised a hand.

“Your question?”

“For assigning routes,” the elf said, “If we can choose for ourselves, we want number three.”

Duncan frowned, “Number three is not suitable for ambush.”

“The rebels will think the same.” the elf replied, “For being in hot water for a night, one gold coin isn’t really worth much.”

Light laughter rang out all around, and was quickly silenced under Duncan’s gaze.

“If there are no more questions,” Duncan waited for a moment, then said, “Thorn, number one, Wolf, number two, Cheetah, four. Start moving towards the ambush points at eight tonight, I’ll give the details to your captains. Everyone else can take a rest.”


Translator’s Notes

  1. I think he meant the weight of the bow. Remember, Ellen had trouble pulling the 100 lb bow at the start of this.
  2. I assume magical persuasion is in the chaos element? Lol I’m not really sure it made sense, but since he’s a paladin and probably has high amounts of the holy element, his resistance against chaos magic would be high. So why is he cursing it? >.< Probably cause he thinks he wouldn’t have so much trouble accepting the offer if he didn’t have resistance against Ellen’s persuasions? (Poor Cain, I should probably tell you that it’s not magic that persuaded you lol just Ellen XD)
  3. If that’s one of the more reasonable names, I worry for what other names Titan might have come up with lol, anyone have suggestions? XD


Notice: I will be going on a trip next week (starting tomorrow actually) I will try to work on more chapters, but I cannot guarantee a release next week. The joys of being able to speak Japanese relatively well is that I get to be the one in charge of all the dining arrangements T_T Do you know how annoying it is trying to satisfy 9 ppl with different food preferences!? Hopefully, you will not see a news report about a tourist going crazy and murdering her travel companions next week 😛


<< Chapter Eleven                                                                                    Chapter Thirteen >>

The Unicorn Legion: Mage Academy – Chapter 11

Author: Demon Lord D (D魔王)

Translator: Lylis

Editor: MeeBoo

Chapter 11: One Problem

The winner was clear.

Eight were lying on the ground, there were still ten or so standing, but they were just standing. If not for their fear and difference to Iron Gauntlet, they would have forfeited long ago.

Iron Gauntlet regained his breath, and immediately started cursing loudly. – He wasn’t afraid, since there was a large crowd watching, fighting was one thing, but killing was another matter altogether.

“Damn you to hell  Iron Bucket, who would hide behind a helmet all day unless they’re a criminal!? Take off your helmet and let me see your wanted face! Hiding behind a shell not daring to show your face, you still call yourself a man?”

The knight frowned, this is bad.

The ‘Mercenary’s Home’ was originally a grey area, even without real proof, as long as someone reports it, the sheriff would use the chance to do a search. If that happened, he would have to leave Elvira.

–But, if he were to leave, where would he go?

The elf walked up to Iron Gauntlet’s side, glaring at him coldly.

“Twenty against one, yet you still can’t admit defeat, and you would call yourself a man?”

“Spread your legs and I’ll show you if I’m – AH! AAHHHHHH — –“

The elf lifted his foot, and kicked hard at Iron Gauntlet’s lower half.(1)

“I don’t know whether you’re a man or not before, but you certainly wouldn’t be in the future.” In Iron Gauntlets agonized screams, the elf said expressionlessly, “how does it feel not to be able to cry?”

The watching mercenaries laughed, some even cheered and clapped.

Amongst the cheers and agonized screams, each member of the Eagle Troop was paler than the next, some even subconsciously covered their front, then, trembling, started to leave still in that pose.

“They won’t go report it,” the elf left the already half conscious Iron Gauntlet, walking to the knight’s side, he said quietly, “they don’t have that courage anymore.”

The knight didn’t reply, because the moment he opened his mouth, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist laughing.

Until he saw the elf topple over with no warning at all, the joy in his heart was suddenly replaced by fear.

“You—“ the knight reached out to steady him, “are injured?”

“Not from this,” the elf replied closing his eyes, “it was Daniel. I said before… I could only hold for a minute, it’s now a minute.”

The elf’s face was white, his chest rising rapidly, though he’s exhausted his strength, there was no sweat. Even if he couldn’t feel the temperatures with under his armor, from the looks of it he could guess the elf was running a high fever.

Also, the elf had been hiding his bandaged left hand all along, now the blood stain was spreading rapidly.

The knight realized that he had made a grave mistake.

It wasn’t that the elf chose not to respond to the taunts, but that he could only stay silent.

I should have known, if possible, he would never have ignored it.

He wasn’t even able to use a bow, and I brought him into this with my hot headed selfishness.

“Sorry Cain,” the elf said softly, “can you help me to my room?”

—You’re not the one who should say sorry.

As if something had lodged itself in his throat, the knight couldn’t say anything.

Finally he just nodded, as if treating a fragile object, he carefully picked the elf up, walking into through the main doors.

“Please don’t do that…” the elf was at a loss, his eyes widening.

The knight ignored his protests, silently stepping on to the second floor landing.

A door opened down the hall, a red haired young rogue came out with his arm resting against the archer White’s shoulder. From their sleepy look, not even the agonized wails woke them, they were probably completely ignorant of what just happened down stairs.

“Oh, princess carry, very romantic.” The red haired rogue said grinning.

“I told you,” waiting for them to pass, the elf said quietly, “this pose is like you’re carrying an unconscious girl.”

“Nonsense.” The knight said, “should I have carried you under my arm?”

“… I can walk on my own.”

The knight snorted behind the armor, “save your strength to get well.”

The elf’s lips lifted in a small smile, “thank you.”

“For what,” the knight replied with exasperation, “for almost getting you killed?”

“I don’t think it would be that easy.” The elf said, “Anyways… Ah, we’ve arrived. Please let me down.”

“Do you need a healer?”

“No need,” the elf replied, pushing open the door, “I can care for the wound myself. As for the other thing, I could only wait for it to heal by itself, a healer would be useless.”

“The other thing?”

“Yes,” the elf lowered his head saying, “poison taken from a werewolf’s teeth.”

“… You, won’t turn into a werewolf?”

“Not possible,” the elf smiled, “only humans can be turned.”

The knight wanted to ask more questions, but realized he had already spoken too much.

—But, since he’s asked so many already, one more shouldn’t be a problem.

“What are you called?”

“Eh, me?” the elf lifted his head, “Ellen.”

“Ellen, what?”

“Just Ellen.”

“Since you’re not going to die,” the knight nodded, “I’m leaving.”

He ignored the elf’s shocked expression, pulling the door behind him, he turned and left.

That’s not right.

I didn’t want to say that.

I wanted to apologize, to say thanks, to say “get well soon”.

Want to take off this god forsaken helmet, and answer his greetings with smiles.

—Will that day come?

The knight walked on, clenching his fists.

It was snowing the next day, so the business in the breakfast lobby of Mercenary’s Home became especially crowded.

The knight sat near the door, watching the people go in and out, slowly filling all the tables.

The elf was a little late once again, but he didn’t forget to greet him. He glanced around the room carrying his cup, finally with a hesitant expressing he came to the knight’s table.

“Sorry, do you mind if I sat here?”

“…Thank you.” The elf saw the knight’s silence as agreement, smiled, and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Can’t get closer anymore.

Don’t get closer anymore.

Don’t you care, about what Iron Gauntlet had said?

Only an escaped convict would hid his face, always sitting by the door for easy escape.

“… No.” the knight finally said in a hard voice, “…I do mind.”

“Ah.” The elf replied, his expressing a little shocked and apologetic, “Sorry, then I will leave.”

He grabbed his cup, nodded to the knight, then walked to the next table where the pair of red headed mercenary brothers sat, asking the same question.

They happily accepted pulling out a chair.

“Oh right, our team is still missing a ranged fighter,” he could vaguely hear the younger brother say, “do you want to consider settling down with a group?”

“…If you need help you can ask me,” the elf shook his head, “if it’s a permanent position. Then I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I understand,” the younger mercenary smiled, unoffended, “Compared to our small group that’s nothing special, I bet a larger group would probably suit you better.”

The next table over was Fil and his companions. Hearing this, the small rogue quietly explained something to his captain. Then the swordsman nodded, standing he made his way to the elf’s table.

“I’ve heard,” the captain of the mercenary group Thorn thanked the elf seriously, “thank you very much for all that you did for our teammate. – If we could have the honor, would you be willing to join us?”

With thirty or more members, “Thorn” had become one of the largest mercenary groups in Elvira, with the strongest fighters on average.

“… I fear I’m not suited for staying in a group for long term,” the elf replied apologetically, “I mean no offence, that is completely my own problem, I’m very sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” the swordsman replied even more politely, disappointed, “excuse me.”

He nodded, leaving the elf’s table.

For some reason, the knight sighed in relief.

Translator’s Notes

  1. Ellen!! *Scandalized look*…. *grin*… good job XD

(Although… I think Ellen’s got some problems… first he shoots an arrow at White’s little man – even though it missed and only hit his butt – now he…cripples… Iron Gauntlet lol)

Cain, playing hot and cold with Ellen >.< and Ellen is too polite to get angry at him lol.

Urg… I caught a cold and am currently coughing my lungs out >.< On the other hand, having a fever means I don’t go to work, and I can translate more lol but it also means my translations will probably be extremely strange…. please forgive me if Ellen’s weapons becomes a swordfish or Cain’s rust bucket armor becomes a naked apron *drool* or something silly like that. lol

More Translator’s Notes (21/01/2016)

Sorry both myself and Meeboo has been busy with RL so the releases are a little slow. I will be going on a trip to Hokkaido (starting tomorrow, for a week. YAY skiing!! Not so yay bad weather lol). I will try and get a few chapters done in between being bone tired from rolling down the hill all day (I am under no illusions that I can skii well lol). But I cannot guarantee a release next week >.< Much apologies.


<< Chapter Ten                                                                                       Chapter Twelve >>

The Unicorn Legion: Mage Academy – Chapter 10

Author: Demon Lord D (D魔王)

Translator: Lylis

Editor: MeeBoo

Chapter 10: Choice

The death of the legendary wizard, ‘Black Market Merchant Daniel’ was confirmed, Old Man Jake finally confirmed that it was done by the elf.

The mysterious archer became the popular topic in the ‘Mercenary’s Home’ once again.

With a new topic to discuss after dinner, really gave the mercenaries the joys of gossiping.

The only one that was not happy, was Iron Gauntlet and his group.

Of course, being unhappy means there was going to be some follow up.

The morning of the next day, unsurprisingly, all the members of the Eagle Troop arrived at the lobby for breakfast.

They sat at two large tables talking and laughing loudly, but every one of them carried weapons.

But the elf did not appear.

Until breakfast time neared an end, most of the mercenaries had departed, did a figure pass the knight’s table.

“Good morning, Cain.”

The elf had changed out of refugee clothing, finally looking more like a normal mercenary. Only his health seems not to have recovered, he was still pallid, he seemed to have light shadows under his eyes.

Old Man Jake was not here, so breakfast became a buffet style.

The elf took two pieces of wheat bread, followed by black tea, finding an empty table to sit down.

Seeing this scene, many of the mercenaries who were planning to leave, suddenly found that they could chat for a few more minutes.

Thus, after a short moment of silence, the breakfast lobby became as noisy as before.

But the loudest, was still the two tables occupied by the Eagle Troop.

From time to time the words ‘Black Market Merchant’ could be heard, then it became louder, overpowering other’s conversations.

“A single killing stroke from a knife, it sure was clean.”

“It can’t be helped, even if it was a wizard, to be in that type of unprotected situation?”

“That type of situation?”

“That’s to say,” one of the rogues in the Eagle Troop laughed, “Probably when he was lying on top of him, and giving him the killing blow while he was exhausted.”

Then the whole group laughed, turning to look at the elf, all their expressions lewd, it wouldn’t be too rude to describe it as ‘visual rape’.

The knight frowned.

The Eagle Troop didn’t just want to play verbal jousting, they came with a plan, to anger the elf, and pick a fight.

The lobby was silent again, the mercenaries felt that they were about to get a good show.

But the elf was still calmly drinking tea, the hand holding the cup was steady with no signs of shaking, it was as if he didn’t hear anything.

Seeing this, Iron Gauntlet suddenly changed topics, starting to ‘share’ his experiences. The topic continued finally coming to what sort of hidden birth marks Fil had on his body.

The Thorns were still on mission, their whole party was not present, so these words were obviously meant for the elf’s hearing.

The elf was still expressionless, but his hears stood up slightly. Even for just a moment, the knight could see a flash of anger in his eyes.

“I was outside that day,” that same rogue from the Eagle Troop was saying again in a loud voice, “Even though he’s a man, but his crying made me hard just hearing it, hehehe.”

The elf suddenly stood up.

A buzzing sound spread across the whole lobby.(1)

The fight’s about to start!

The mercenaries silently confirmed this message with each other, a few were already eager, waiting for the elf to make a move before lending a hand.

But the elf only stood silently for a moment, then turned to leave out the door.

Then the buzzing sound became a sigh of disappointment.

So, that’s the end?

The elf moved slowly, one step at a time, the short ten or so meters distance seemed unending.

The knight looked at him, his feelings became complicated.

The elf should know, if he were to fight, that there would be many who would stand on his side.

Then why, why remain silent, would he turn to leave when his friend is insulted?

The elf had almost reached the door.

The knight suddenly felt a flare of angry disappointment.

—Not at the elf, but at himself.

What, Cain Frank.

You’ve only left the Holy Paladin Order for a month or so, have you already fallen to this state?

Does throwing away the name of Felix Paladin, means throwing away your principles as well?

Only waiting for someone else to start the fight, before you dared to follow?

The things about mercy, justice, honor, a hero’s pledge, were they all dog food?

There were still a lot of people in the lobby, fighting will attract a lot of attention.

But the knight didn’t want to worry about that anymore.

He stood up to stand in front of the Eagle Troop’s table, grabbing the rogue that was still talking loudly by the collar, he pulled him from his chair.

“Damn it  Iron Bucket,” the rogue fought to turn around, “Are you out of your mind?”

“That would be you,” the knight replied coldly, “your mouth stinks so much, I can’t even eat my breakfast.”

Then he raised his fist, thought for a moment, and controlled his strength, only breaking half of the teeth in the rogue’s face.

The members of the Eagle Troop all stood up to surround the knight.

A small cheer sounded from the lobby.

It’s finally started!

It’s alright, elf.

The knight thought.

—You can stand aloof, but someone will always step up.

In the chaos, the elf’s calm clear voice carried across, forcing very thing to a halt.

“Do you only know how to scream around in the house? If you want to fight me then come outside, Fly Troop.”(2)

The Eagle Troop shifted their hatred immediately, turning neatly to glare at the elf, daggers, swords and fighting gloves came out.

“Don’t take my prey, elf,” the knight said coldly, “I can deal with them all myself.”

The elf didn’t reply, smiling, he turned and left.

The whole room stood nervously, fighting to get out the door.

–This time they’re going to get a good position.

“I said,” the knight said, “I can do this myself, I don’t need your help.”

“You had better not,” the elf said, “Since close quarter combat isn’t my strong point. Thinking of it as one and a half versus twenty one would be better.”

“Not that many.” The knight replied, “A rule of fighting a group – just get rid of the stupidest ones in the group, the smart ones will naturally run.”

“Is that so,” the elf smiled, “thank you for the advice.”

“Focus on that iron bucket,” Iron Gauntlet ordered, touching the sharp spikes on his gloves, “Leave the elf – I’m going to mess him up until he can’t even cry.”

“Looks like that one is the stupidest,” the elf said, “do you mind if I chose that one?”

As if the knight couldn’t be bothered to reply, he aimed at the closest one, casually striking out with a fist.

The sound of breaking collarbone came from his opponent, he heard the sound of metal clashing behind him.

The elf was also moving.

The knight grabbed the second enemy, slamming him head first into the third knocking them unconscious. Then lifted his hand, casually blocking the dagger that came from the side.

Heavy armor limited vision and hearing to a certain degree, but the pressure of going on defense is decreased by quite a bit.

If he was only one person, he would still have to be alert for attack from the back, but now that didn’t matter.

The Eagle Troop quickly realized their error.

They had originally planned to deal with an archer that had no protection once the fight became a close quarter fight, so they had only brought weapons along.

But now blocking them was an iron bucket that couldn’t be moved. Human bodies without armor against his metal cased fists, is like smashing through paper.

So, even though their leader had ordered it, they still subconsciously moved towards the elf, planning to wait for a chance to attack.

Of course the knight refused to let that happen, he turned, blocking the attack from Iron Gauntlet, then pulled the elf behind him, the two switching placing.

“Watch my back, just defense is fine.”

“…Better make this quick, I can only hold for a minute or so.”

“Ten seconds is enough.” The knight said, grabbing Iron Gauntlet’s fist, he turned sideways hitting him with the elbow of his other arm.

Iron Gauntlet himself was wearing full gear, unluckily what he wore was only chain mail.

The flexible chain mail can block attacks from knives and other sharp weapons perfectly, but under the power of this blunt attack it didn’t seem to do much.

So, he immediately fell to the ground coughing up foam.

“Good, anyone else idiotic enough?”

Translator’s Notes

  1.       At first I thought the author used the onomatopoeia for a buzzing sound to represent the sound the chair makes when scraping against the floor lol but then I realized later it was the sound of low talking as everyone got excited about the upcoming fight.
  2.       Fly as in the horseflies.

Yay a fighting scene XD from the past! Lol


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The Unicorn Legion: Mage Academy – Chapter 9

Author: Demon Lord D (D魔王)

Translator: Lylis

Editor: MeeBoo

Chapter 9: Shooting Star

The crowd cheered. (1)

Iron Gauntlet had planned to slip away in the commotion, but a large part of the people had already turn their attention to him. A few of the more inpatient young men were already shouting.

“You lost!(2) Hand over the money!”

Thus he could only spit moodily, taking two gold coins and throwing it to the floor, turning he left the celebrations that did not belong to him. Seeing the situation, the members of the Eagle Troop also dispersed.

Those who won the bet rushed forward to crowd around the elf, all speaking at once.

The elf smiled a little tiredly at them, then walked over to the only archer that didn’t come near.

“Oh God… this is terrible… I’ll be killed by Iron Gauntlet…”

The archer, seemed to be called White, hid shaking in a corner, almost in tears.(3)

The elf picked up the two gold coins, passing one to him.(4)

White’s face grew even paler, “No no, I don’t know you… the bow you used isn’t mine…”

“You didn’t help me, this is just a business transaction,” the elf said kindly, “this is rent, the two of us are cleared. – If someone comes to bother you, the people here can be witness.”

He placed the bow and gloves on White’s knees, then turned to the small rogue Fil.

“Without your support, I wouldn’t have been able to win,” the elf placed the second gold coin in his palm, “for having the courage to rebel, hero Fil.”

“For having the courage to rebel!” someone repeated this line, then more people joined in, “Hero Fil!”

The Rogue had probably never been this honored and attended in his life, he ducked his head down, his face was completely red.

“Don’t make such a ruckus in th’ courtyard, git outta ‘ere!” Old Man Jake rolled his eyes, “God, what a mess. If some’un outside hears, they’d be thinkin’ this be a rebel camp.”

The mercenaries all laughed, then started to disperse in twos or threes.

The knight also straightened away from the wake, preparing to leave quietly.

“Cain… is it?” the elf’s voice forced him to stop, “Thank you.”

“I thought you had a winning chance,” the knight didn’t even turn around to speak, replying coldly, “Doesn’t mean I’m on your side.”

“From the results it is the same thing,” the elf’s voice carried laughter, “so, thank you very much.”

It was as if the knight didn’t hear him, leaving with large strides.

“Don’ mind ‘im, e’s always been like that.” Old Man Jake said, “Now, young’un, lemme see what type a’ job suits ye.”

The elf smiled, “I’m not too picky. But, magical creatures are my field of expertise.”

Old Man Jake lifted his head, looking at him strangely, “Magical creatures? What’s that? Some’in to do with mages?”

The elf froze in shock, “That is… um, gnomes, undines, unicorns and such.”

“Young’un, ye sure like ta joke,” Old Man Jake laughed, “Don’t tell me ye specialize in killin’ dragons.”

“I can’t say I specialize in it,” the elf shook his head a little embarrassed, “but I have slayed some before, two. Of course that is not a mission that a single person can complete. Erm… there aren’t any dragons nearby are there?”

“We don’t have anythin’ from the Age of Mythology here,” Old Man Jake laughed even harder, slapping the elf’s shoulder, almost toppling the elf, “how ‘bout this, why don’t ya take the wizard contract?”


“Hm,” Old Man Jake nodded, “Sherriff’s posted the wanted poster, catch the black market merchant Daniel. Twenty gold, dead or alive.”

“That sounds good. I accept.”

“Don’t be careless, ‘twas five gold originally, a warrior and a rouge died for it ta raise that high.” Old Man Jake’s face darkened, “Some say he’s a wizard that uses black magic, now no one will accept it. But, since ye said you’ve got experience with magic, I figure an archer against cloth, that’d be an advantage?”

“Then can I use this dagger as mortgage for a few gold?” the elf suddenly thought of something, asking in concern, “that is… to buy gear.”

“Ye… for real?” Old Man Jake’s eyes were wide, “after givin’ out two gold coins so generously?”

“Sorry, I got excited and…” the elf lowered his head with embarrassment.

“Hahahaha I’ve never seen some’un like ye my while life!”

Old Man Jake laughed out loud again, reaching out to smack the elf’s back, the elf hurriedly dodged to one side.

The old merchant took out a few coins from his pocket, giving it to the elf, “Don’t need yer knife, take this fer now.”

“Thank you very much.” The elf said.

“Nothin’ ta thank me for,” Old Man Jake looked at him a little worriedly, “if ye don’t survive, ye’v still payed rent.”

“Then I will do all I can to return alive.” The elf replied, “will I find him at the black market tonight?”

“T’night?” Old Man Jake shook his head, “ye sure are impatient, at least rest fer a night, wait fer t’morrow.”

“Thank you for your advice.” The elf nodded.

The knight stood on the stairs, silently watching the scene, but he left first, before they departed.

Old Man Jake was right, that was a very interesting fellow, he may be worth approaching.

—But before that, he would have to come back alive first.

So, on the second day the elf did not arrive for breakfast.

Quite a number of people had already heard the news that he had received a mission, that had also become a popular topic in the bar and dining table of the mercenaries.

Old Man Jake was tightlipped about the whole matter, so all sorts of conjectures and guesses appeared, causing tempers to go flying.

“No matter what, he won’t survive.” Regarding this scene, Iron Gauntlet would say bitterly.

The third day passed, the elf still did not appear.

The members of the Eagle Troop acted as if they had some sort of trustworthy information, raising their moral. Many others were also in a state of half belief and half denial, starting to lean towards grim conclusions.

By the fifth day, even the most optimistic were starting to lose hope.

The topic started to die down.

It was as if Iron Gauntlet’s position had not been shaken, even speaking louder than before.

The uproar that the elven archer had caused in the ‘Mercenary’s Home’, was like the ripples thrown into a pond, disappearing.

There was still no  news of the death of the black market merchant, Daniel

The elf’s room continued to be locked, no candlelight came from inside.

In truth, other than Old Man Jake, no one knew the elf’s name, so they had no place to start investigating.

But for some reason, the knight never used the four silver coins that he had won from the bet.

On the seventh day, the knight sat by the door like always, drinking the tasteless porridge.

Until the door was pushed open, and a thin shadow came in, passing his table.

“Good morning, Cain.” A very polite voice greeted.

The knight did not lift his head, nor did he reply, but under the helmet, he smiled for the first time in two months.

Translator’s Notes

  1. … I shouldn’t… but… can’t… resist… *breaks into song* “And the crowds will cheer, when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying, this is where I’m meant to be~~”…. Hopefully now that I’ve let it out, it won’t get stuck in my mind XD (If it gets stuck in anyone’s minds, I’m not taking the blame!)
  2. 愿赌服输 – literally translates to ‘if you are willing to bet, accept your loss’.
  3. Yes, that is the White that got shot in the…backside…by Ellen
  4. Wait…I know Ellen bet 2 gold coins…but how about the other people who won? Gauntlet just threw down 2 golds lol what about the other 35 silver/coins of unknown value? …Continues translating…oh, nevermind…

I think this is the last we’ve seen of Old Man Jake…. Damn am I glad, it was interesting writing his speech patterns, but don’t think I’ll be doing that again lol, plus I’m sure I did pretty horribly and butchered any semblance of a spoken language it is supposed to be. I don’t even use shorthand when messaging friends, you can imagine how writing Jake’s speech patterns might make me insane. 😛


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