He seemed to want to give more advice in his emotional state, but knowing Oliver, he refrained from speaking unnecessarily.
The people of this city all pretended not to care, but they were quite considerate.
âAh⊠But wonât you be harmed because of me, Mr. Forrest?â
Oliver asked belatedly.
âAre you talking about me?â
âYes, you said Mr. Shamus has amassed a huge fortune and has a lot of subordinates, didnât you?â
âThatâs true. Even the directors of the crime firm are on their toes these days.â
âSo, if anything goes wrong, wonât you also be targeted, Mr. Forrest?â
âHmm⊠Thanks for your concern, but thatâs quite a dismissive statement. Do you really think I wouldnât have prepared that much?â
âAhâŠâ
Oliver sighed.
He was definitely right. Forrest had been in this business longer than Oliver had been alive.
Worrying about him was certainly presumptuous.
Oliver apologized immediately.
âIâm sorry. Iâve only heard stories of how great Mr. Shamus is⊠and heâs very active, enough to attack us.â
âIâm not denying that. But Iâm no ordinary broker either.â
He was right.
Currently, Forrest was the middleman connecting the crime firm and the fighter crew. Even Shamus wouldnât dare touch him carelessly.
ââŠ.And even if something happens, itâs just because Iâm not capable of working with you, so thereâs no need to worry.â
ââŠPardon?â
Oliver questioned the odd response that came out of nowhere.
Forrest wore a cold but thoughtful expression.
âIâm just saying, just in case. There are people who get complacent because they have a bit of power.â
âYouâre not exactly, complacent.â
âWorrying about others in this business is complacency. I shouldnât be saying this, but this business is very dirty and fierce. Most people are self-centered. Worrying is an excessive behavior. Even ifâŠâ
Forrest paused for effective communication.
ââŠ.Even if you die, itâs just paying the price for entering this business. Donât feel sad or unfair. You should be prepared to pay the price if you enter dangerous places. So, donât carelessly worry about others.â
Oliver quietly nodded.
Upon calm examination, everything Forrest said was right.
Both Oliver and Forrest were people who chose to enter this business. They always had to be prepared to pay the price.
âThank you for your advice. I think I was distracted.â
âAs long as you understand now. Donât worry about other things, just focus on your work. People who worry about others are not as welcomed here as those who just do their job well.â
âYes, Iâll keep that in mind.â
âGood⊠In that case, Iâll get the word to Carver right away tomorrow. He probably wonât start the mission right away, but itâs good to prepare in advance. They wonât be relaxed over there.â
Oliver agreed.
Carver maintained his composure with his unique rationality and coolness, but he didnât take this matter lightly.
He wouldnât hurry, but as soon as an opportunity arose, he would proceed with the task ruthlessly.
Oliver had to prepare to match his actions.
âI need to adjust the schedule and reinforce the forces⊠I guess I have to apply for a vacation again.â
As Oliver was organizing his tasks in his head, Forrest spoke again.
âIf itâs okay with you, Iâd like to negotiate something. Is that okay?â
âNegotiate?â
âYes, Carver said he would do this and that, but in the end, it means he wonât do anything immediately. I think we might be able to get something if we do well now.â
âYes, itâs okay⊠Ah, then, can you ask him to look into that in advance?â
âPater Church personnel?â
âYes, thereâs someone Iâm curious about.â
Forrest accepted Oliverâs words.
âOkay, itâs not easy, but itâs not hard either. Iâll try to get that first.â
Oliver, satisfied with the words, got up from his seat and exited the restaurant immediately.
He had finished his work, and it was already late.
However, he didnât go straight home.
Oliver caught a taxi running late into the night, tipped it, and visited a black market that professionally handles weapons.
It was a place that handled various weapons, from ordinary to military-grade and homemade modified weapons.
Having learned about a few other black markets as a reward for successfully training the Fighter Crew, Oliver visited the place and immediately ordered weapons like bombs, firearms, and acid sprayers.
âThe stun and smoke grenades used by Mr. Founder⊠Depending on how theyâre used, they can double the combat power of the corpse doll, especially close-combat ones like Duncan⊠I should also upgrade the corpse doll-sniperâs gun.â
Oliver, who usually planned various ways to increase his power, took the opportunity to order everything at once.
Of course, that wasnât the end.
After ordering weapons, Oliver, despite his tired body, visited another black market.
It was a black market that handled various things, such as antiques, stolen goods, and counterfeits. Recently, it was one of the places Oliver frequently visited.
âHello?â
âAh, youâre here?â
A bald clerk in a suit greeted Oliver.
He was an employee working at this black market, mainly dealing with books.
He handled not only general books but also valuable ancient texts, black magic and magic books, and even Books about Demons.
âHas âthat bookâ arrived?â
âThat bookâ referred to the Book about Demons. Even though they handled the item, they did not specify it due to its exceptional danger and instinctive fear.
The clerk shook his head.
âNo, it hasnât. The dealers say it will be hard to find for a while.â
Oliver was disappointed.
âIs that so?â
âYes⊠You have to buy it somewhere else or find it anew, which isnât easy. Have you already read the book you bought last time?â
The book the clerk was referring to was the translated diary of a madman who traded with a demon.
He was a man from the central continent, and despite being filled with inexplicable speech, it cost 70 million, which honestly was not a satisfying purchase.
âThe content is hard to understand, and the book from Mr. Edith is not helpful either.â
When he talked about this, the clerk apologized.
âIâm sorry to disappoint you.â
âNo, itâs not your fault. I bought it knowing the risks,â said Oliver.
Indeed, the clerk explained before Oliver bought the book.
Just because itâs a black market doesnât mean you can easily buy a Book about Demons.
First of all, itâs hard to get a proper item, and even if you get one, itâs bought out by the collectorâs market, which is only allowed for those high-ups.
The fact that Oliver, a warlock, could openly buy it like this was possible thanks to the reputation he had built in Landa.
âGetting a proper item from my line is a bit difficult because people of directorâs level get them first⊠If you wish, I can talk to the director for you.â
After thinking for a moment, Oliver shook his head.
For some unknown reason, he felt that would not be a good idea.
Although there would be no problem if they approached him first with a request from there, he thought it would be too entangled if he approached them first for personal matters.
While it was true that he wanted the Book about Demons, it wasnât exactly urgent.
So, Oliver politely declined.
âNo, itâs fine. Can you take care of it if you find a good item? Iâll match the price as much as possible.â
âYes, of course, I will.â
âThank you.â
After finishing his business, Oliver finally went home and immediately fell asleepâŠâŠ
As soon as he closed his eyes, Oliver opened them again. He was sure he had slept for a few hours, but it felt like it hadnât even been a minute.
Beeeeâp.
Turning off the alarm Oliver got up from his bed.
To shake off his sleepiness, he stretched to loosen up his body, turned on the radio, exercised lightly, and then took a shower.
Then he started preparing a simple breakfast.
-Knock. Knock.
Just when the food preparation was done, there was a knock at the door.
Oliver tilted his head and went to the door.
He didnât have anyone who would visit his home, so he wondered who could have come.
The front door opened smoothly, and Oliver looked at the man at the door and asked.
ââŠâŠHow did you know I live here and why did you come? Elder.â
âI always strive to burden me disciples, mate. Can I come in? It smells like food.â
ââŠ..Youâre not begrudging brekkie to an old bloke, are ya?â
Merlin, who had polished off a steak, a thick sausage, black pudding, three eggs, three pieces of bread, baked beans, fresh salad and apple, orange juice, and coffee, asked out of the blue.
Looking at him, Oliver replied.
âNo, I was just wondering how you knew where I live and was watching you.â
âDidnât I tell ya before? I donât spare any effort to burden me disciples. Itâs the joy of me life.â
Due to the thick wall of magic, Oliver couldnât tell if Merlin was saying it sincerely.
However, for some reason, even if he was sincere, it didnât seem strange.
âBy the way, do ya usually eat this much? Thatâs quite a lot for brekkie.â
That was true.
Oliverâs food intake was quite significant, just that no one pointed it out.
He wasnât particularly gluttonous, but he could eat as much as necessary.
He had never left any food because there was too much of it.
âI guess? Just, I was told I should have a hearty breakfast.â
âIâm sorry. Are ya unable to eat âcause of me?â
âNo, itâs okay. Apples and bread and milk are enoughâŠâŠ. But may I ask why you came?â
âYouâre the one who said ya wanted to meet me, ainât ya?â
âAhâŠâŠ. Thatâs true, but I thought you had some urgent business coming here all of a sudden.â
âWell, itâs not wrong. I have some business far away.â
At the unexpected words, Oliver asked.
âAre you going far?â
âYes, surprised?â
âHonestly, Iâm surprised. It was so sudden.â
âI agree. But, I have an urgent matter.â
âOhâŠâŠ Can I ask where you are going?â
âItâs a personal matter, so itâs difficult to answer. I donât like it when blokes show interest in meâŠâŠ. Please restrain yaself.â
ââŠâŠ? I apologize?â
At the incomprehensible words, Oliver apologized, tilting his head.
Merlin chuckled slightly, swallowed his food, and opened his mouth again.
ââŠâŠAnyway. I came âere today to tell ya that Iâll be leaving for a while. I dunno how long itâll take, but I thought it would be polite to tell ya in advanceâŠ.. Why did ya wanna meet me?â
âAhâŠâŠ. I had a few questions.â
âWhat is it? Spit it out quick. Iâm planninâ to leave as soon as I finish me meal.â
At the sudden proposal, Oliver looked at the half-eaten breakfast.
There were quite a few questions to ask, but it didnât seem like he could ask many.
âIs it fortunate that he came to see me anyway?â
Thinking as positively as possible, Oliver quickly asked his question.
âHave you heard about my teaching method?â
âI have. From Kevin. Itâs the one that indirectly gives ya a feel of it, right?â
âYes, thatâs right. Is it okay to teach the students with that?â
âThereâs no reason why not.â
âReally?â
Oliver asked again, surprised at the straightforward answer. He thought it wouldnât be possible because of Kevinâs reaction.
Merlin added a condition.
âJust donât abuse it, and use it minimally. And if anyone asks about it, say ya learned it from someone. Say itâs a technique from the desert or the far East.â
âAhâŠâŠ. Do they have something similar there?â
âNo. Just sayinâ itâs a technique from the desert and the East makes it look like somethinâs there, doesnât it?â
Hearing another unexpected answer, Oliver tilted his head.
âElderâŠâŠ. So, you really donât know any similar technique?â
âI could answer that, but would that be okay? Iâm almost finished eatinâ.â
Merlin pointed to his almost empty plate. Indeed, most of the plate was clean.
âPlease eat more slowly.â
âI donât listen to me disciples, especially temporary onesâŠâŠ. Donât look at me like that. It hurts an old bloke.â
âI apologize. Uh, umâŠâŠ. Can I ask about the World Tree then?â
âDo ya wanna know if ya can predict the future with the World Tree?â
âHow did you know?â
âI read the newspaper too. ABC Investment CompanyâŠâŠ. Isnât it noisy these days? I figured yaâd ask.â
âI seeâŠâŠ. Is it possible?â
âIn theory.â
Merlin answered briefly.
It was an unexpected answer, as he thought the answer would be impossible.
âBut itâs only in theory. Thereâs no successful case yet.â
âHow is that possible? I thought about it, but even if thereâs a lot of information, it seems like there would be a limit to foreseeing the future since itâs past information.â
âQuite a sharp question. I could answer it directly, but I believe in self-directed learning, so Iâll give ya this.â
Merlin took out an old book from his possession.
It looked more like a personally bound book than a formally published one.
âWorld TreeâŠâŠ Evolution?â
Oliver read along the cover of the book he was handed.
âItâs a book that discusses one of the theories about the World Tree. It should be able to satisfy ya curiosity.â
âAh, thank you.â
Oliver thanked him as he flipped through the book.
Surprisingly, it was a book written entirely by hand. When he mentioned this, Merlin nodded.
âThatâs why itâs expensive. Normally, I should take money for it, but the food was so good, letâs say I gave it for that.â
âIs that okay?â
âOf course, ya cookinâ skills are quite good.â
At Merlinâs compliment, Oliver thanked him and looked through the book again. He didnât know the contents yet, but instinctively knew it wasnât an ordinary book.
âMaybe itâll be helpful in workâŠâ
âWell, I should get goinâ.â
Merlin said, having finished his plate.
âAlready, youâre leaving?â
âIâve finished me meal, what reason do I âave to stay?â
Oliver looked back at Merlin.
âOh, those eyes⊠Ah, just a moment.â
Merlin stopped talking and fumbled for something in his possession.
âI must be gettinâ old, to forget this.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âJust a moment⊠Ah, found it.â
Merlin extended a bundle of letters.
âHere, these are for ya. Theyâre letters that came for ya.â
âFor me?â
âYes, why is there a question mark at the end?â
âWho would send me letters?â
Oliver asked genuinely. No matter how much he thought, there was no one he could think of who would send him a letter.
However, his questions were answered by Merlin.
âWho else but Rosbane and the other kids?â
ââŠSo, I think I wonât be able to come for a while.â
At Elemental School Tower Gym, Oliver spoke in front of about thirty students.
What he was talking about was that he would be taking a break due to personal circumstances and wouldnât be able to attend classes for a while.
He didnât want to do this as he had a job to do, but he felt it was inevitable.
Fortunately, the students didnât seem too disappointed.
âIs it really fortunate?â
Oliver thought, looking at the students, who seemed to lack any enthusiasm.
He had tried his best, but motivating people was not as easy as he thought.
ââŠThe professor said he would find someone else, so there should be no problem with the progress of the class. Still, I apologize once again. Iâm really sorry for neglecting my duties due to my personal circumstances.â
The students nodded perfunctorily.
They didnât seem too interested.
But Oliver wasnât angry or displeased. It was his fault, after all.
As Oliver finished speaking, the students walked out of the gym as usual after class.
Among them was Felix.
âStudent Felix?â
Oliver called out to him.
He had been walking out with the other students, but stopped and turned to look at Oliver.
ââŠYes?â
âDo you have the next class?â
ââŠWhy do you ask?â
âAre you busy?â
âIâm not busy, but whatâs it for?â
âI have a favor to ask. Could you help me for a moment?â
An employee asking a student for help. It wasnât unheard of, but it was rare. Felix frowned, contemplating whether to help.
ââŠWhat is it?â
After a moment of thought, Felix sent his friends off first and approached Oliver.
âBefore you leave, could I check your mana flow one more time?â
âNow?â
âYes.â
âIs it meaningful?â
âI think it might be. I want to try an experiment.â
âExperiment? Wha.., what is it?â
âUmâŠthereâs a method from the desert lands of the Far East.â
ââŠExcuse me?â
Felix asked back with a completely puzzled expression, as if he had seen a quack doctor.