Became a Medieval Fantasy Wizard-Chapter 321

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On the journey south.

Ian's journey was, in a word, a flex.

Not in the sense of doing yoga on the road (flex originally meant stretching).

"Belenka."

"Yeah?"

"Here. Distribute this among the bandits."

What Ian handed over was none other than a coin purse.

Belenka was surprised at the coins filling the purse.

"When did you get this?"

"I didn't - the servants were carrying it."

"..."

Belenka looked at Ian with suspicious eyes.

Ian's mood instantly soured.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"N-nothing."

Belenka answered awkwardly.

"I thought you might have stolen the servants' wages... but you're not that kind of scum."

Ian chuckled. Of course not.

Surprisingly, servants received wages even while traveling.

In this medieval fantasy world, weekly wages were more common than monthly ones.

The reason was simple.

Paying after Sunday made calculations easier!

After spending Sunday piously honoring Heaven, they'd practice worldly corruption on Monday by spending their money wildly.

Though Heaven would probably rage "Don't just pray, actually practice what you preach...!"

But what could you do? Most humans living in this land lived day by day.

The mindset was mostly "As long as today is fun, nothing else matters."

"Got it from the servants since we need to pay the bandits."

"Ah. I see."

Actually, strictly speaking, that money purse belonged to Ian.

The servants' employer was Lady Lucy of Talian.

Lucy belonged to Ian(?), so that money was Ian's too...?

Joking aside, it actually did include Ian's personal funds.

Some of the money from selling fairy silk was mixed in there.

"Hey, madman."

"Yes! Savage, reporting!"

"Here's money. Share it fairly with your men."

"Ah...! Thank you!"

Though Savage acted normal(...) around Ian's group, he kept up his madman act in front of the bandits.

"Kehehehe! Boys! Money! Money!"

"That's our Savage!"

"These noble folks sure spend big!"

Sir Salvador and Belenka commanded the bandits while...

"Lady Kira, Lady Maria, preparations for departure are complete."

"Then let's move out."

Kira and Maria managed the servants from Talian.

And Ian?

He just loafed around.

He had nothing to do anyway.

He could feel both servants and bandits were uncomfortable around him.

'...Feels like being a department head eating alone.'

He only talked with his companions who were like executives(?).

When everyone got busy with camp preparations, Ian really had nothing to do.

Anyway.

Whenever small or large issues arose, Ian opened his magical money purse.

"Lord Wizard! We found a boat to cross the river, but they want payment!"

"Oh?"

"Should we make an example of them?"

Savage asked while rubbing his hands together.

Ian struck Savage's head with his staff.

"Ow!"

"Cut the nonsense."

Ian paid the boatman a fair price.

The boatman fell to his knees, crying tears of gratitude.

"Sniff...! Thank you! Thank you so much, my lord!"

This was a medieval fantasy world full of thugs.

Getting stiffed on ferry fees was commonplace, but Ian showed respect by paying even a mere boatman!

"Why did you pay him?"

"?"

"If we drew our swords, he'd ferry us for free."

Ian stared at Savage in disbelief.

This bastard. His way of thinking was something else...

"Even mention robbery in front of me and I'll tie you all up and hang you from trees."

"S-sorry... my friends just prefer that way."

Ian understood a bit more about Savage.

He was an idiot.

Beyond being smart or dumb, he was someone without his own principles.

Even his 'madness' act was copied from someone else.

Though good at fighting, he was the type to be easily swayed this way and that.

Ian avoided fights when possible and paid when payment was due.

He had plenty of money anyway.

They'd brought ample travel funds from Talian. No need to pinch pennies over minor disputes.

Thanks to freely spending money during travel, Ian's group moved very quickly.

They swiftly traveled south by river-

Covering about half of Fargar's territory.

'The Duke must be further south anyway.'

The Rashin Kingdom that the Duke had gone to strike first was in the empire's southeast.

Ian was passing through the relatively northern area, specifically around the empire's central region.

'If we pass through quickly, we won't run into the Duke's men.'

Past Fargar, then to Roxlan.

The [Emperor's Moving Palace] in Roxlan was Ian's destination.

"Lord Wizard! Lord Wizard!"

"What?"

"We have trouble!"

After moving quietly and quickly for so long, Ian felt a strange nostalgia at hearing "We have trouble!" again.

Hmm. Right right. It was about time for something to happen.

"Black wizards or monsters?"

"N-no!"

Ian looked surprised.

If not black wizards or monsters-

That meant humans.

"Knights!"

"Knights?"

"They serve someone called Count Consla!"

Ian glanced at his companions.

Anyone know Count Consla?

"Count Consla is Duke Fargar's vassal."

Sir Salvador said.

Having served as an imperial knight in his youth, he knew about many noble houses in the empire.

"If they're Fargar's people, I'd rather not get involved."

"I agree."

Sir Salvador said lightly.

"But it shouldn't be anything serious. They probably just want to exchange greetings."

Ian nodded.

In this medieval fantasy world, travelers were excellent sources of information.

Especially someone like Ian leading a sizable group of travelers - they'd want to talk out of curiosity if nothing else.

"Sir Salvador. Care to join me?"

"Of course."

Ian took Salvador, Belenka, and Kira to meet the knights (bringing so many companions was to avoid having to explain things later.)

As the servants reported, a group of knights stood on the road.

"Good day to you, friends!"

Sir Salvador offered a friendly greeting.

But none of the knights responded to his kind words.

"..."

Ian was slightly annoyed by the knights.

But he kind of understood.

Most medieval knights were thugs and ruffians anyway...

"Are you the leader?"

"Ho ho. I'm no leader."

Sir Salvador stepped back slightly and introduced Ian.

"This is Wizard Ian."

"...A wizard?"

Belenka stepped forward and spoke:

"Ian Eredith Raven - disciple of Wizard Eredith, the Dragon Slayer of Talian, and patron saint of coffee."

"..."

Though all true...

Ian felt strangely embarrassed.

Medieval introductions were kind of cringeworthy, weren't they?

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Having someone else introduce you made you sound like you had a superiority complex?!

Ian was just a wandering wizard.

"Ian. Wandering wizard."

The knights whispered among themselves before one stepped forward.

He seemed to be their leader.

"Sorry, but I've never heard the name Wizard Ian."

"That's possible."

Ian understood completely.

Ian was mainly known in the empire's north, in Araz.

"You said wandering wizard?"

"Yes."

"So you serve no master?"

Ian tilted his head slightly.

Serve a master.

Well, there was someone like that...

"I serve Lady Lucy, Vicountess of Talian."

"Talian... hm? Isn't Talian a barony?"

"Things happened."

Ian answered lazily, not wanting to explain.

He wasn't their tutor. If they were curious, they could find out themselves.

"Hmm..."

The knights briefly exchanged words among themselves.

"What's with calling us here just to..."

Belenka grumbled.

After a moment, the knight spoke again.

"As a servant of the Count, you must understand honor and respect."

"Honor and respect?"

What was he trying to say with such fancy words.

Ian burst out laughing at the knights' next words.

"Duke Fargar is currently working to restore justice to the empire."

"Sure, whatever. What's that got to do with me?"

The knights briefly looked annoyed but continued:

"My master Count Consla moves as one with the Duke, like his shadow."

"Okay, and? What's your point?"

The knight cleared his throat.

"Count Consla highly values the Count of Talian and wishes to share friendship for future alliance."

"Oh for fuck's-"

"???"

Ian gave up questioning the knights.

Their tongues were writhing like eels - listening any longer might kill him from anger!

"Belenka. What are they saying?"

Ian asked the knight-speak translator directly.

And Belenka's performance was spot on.

"They want money."

"Money?"

Ian was briefly dumbfounded.

Hey, where in that speech did they mention money?!

"They'll be our friends if we pay them."

"Ah, friendship fees."

What were they, rental friends?

Charging 1000 yen per hour or something?

Drake Longtail would laugh his ass off if he heard this.

How can someone extorting money be a friend?

"We don't have money."

Ian said straight to the knights' faces.

Of course, whether Ian had money or not was Schrödinger's coin purse - you'd have to check to know.

Well. Were they planning to search Ian's luggage?

If he said he had none, what could they do?

"Money?! You dare insult our honor!"

"Oh. Was I mistaken? Sorry?"

"You've already made your mistake! You won't move a step until you compensate for our tarnished honor!"

Ian said to Belenka:

"Money really is their goal."

"Told you. It's a common tactic."

As soon as money was mentioned, they jumped straight to talk of insults.

These guys were already MAX eager to pick a fight with Ian.

When Ian completely ignored them, the knights all drew their swords.

Ian sighed and said to the knights:

"Hey. Let me see your master's face."

"...What?"

"I want to talk with Count Consla."

Ian pointed his staff at the knight.

"Sending knights to extort travelers? Is Count Consla a bandit chief?!"

"...Such insolence!"

The knight raised his sword.

At the same time, Ian called upon the mystery of darkness.

"[O darkness!]"

Instantly, everything went pitch black.

Night fell in broad daylight.

"W-what's this?!"

"Stay calm! Don't panic everyone!"

Though they shouted not to panic.

How could anyone stay calm being suddenly thrown into darkness?

The knights were in chaos-

The soldiers who emerged late couldn't help the knights fight.

Ian jumped into the darkness holding just his staff.

After a moment.

The darkness lifted.

"The enemy commander-! Is down!"

There was Ian, holding the captured knight.

The knights and soldiers were at a loss.

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