Here is the third chapter of the week….. We intended to post
these couple of hours ago but fragrantpig89 fell asleep while editing. And as for the compensation we are making
fragrantpig89 do the editing of chapter 5 too. So there is high possibility of
another chapter tomorrow. ( if the sleep didn't win over)
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EDts: Fragrantpig89
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The morning after the first snow, Rhine city looked as if the whole city was covered in silver.
The rays of the sun were being reflected off the ice in the treetops, creating a festival of bright colors.
All the dirtiness and the ugliness of the city seemed to have been washed clean overnight.
This year winter came early to the Rhine city, and the noble and rich people of the city were just as happy. Its time for noble and rich ladies to show off their new winter dresses.
Solon was the slum area, located in the Southwestern area of the city.
It was a forgotten corner of the city where all sorts of people with lower occupation and income gathered, a haven for criminals.
For the people here, the arrival of the winter was not a good thing. For it meant, patching up the dilapidated houses, preparing the clothing and fuels for the winter.
On the edge of the Solon, Rogge was standing in front of an old two-story house, watching his new nest with satisfaction.
The building was in the excellent location, of course, this was only the case for a few people, such as Rogge.
Not far from the Small building was a small cemetery, surrounded by tall oak trees. Which looked dark and gloomy even int he sunny and cloudless days.
Rogge opened the door with a pleasant mood and went in.
The building seemed to be unused for some time and many pieces of furniture were covered with dust and cobwebs. Half of the Blinds in the house were not working.
Beside the living room, there was a wooden staircase that led to the second floor.
The second floor had three rooms, one large and two small. The large one, Rogge was preparing himself to use it as the study, as for the two small ones, one for a storage room, and second as a laboratory.
Heaven knows, Rogge has a place where he can experiment, at least for now.
Due to the unique location, that building cost Rogge only 50 gold coins. Just a week ago, this was Rogge’s a year's living expenses and tuition fees.
However, today there were 350 coins in his pocket.
The staff that he seized a week ago from the mercenary mage was of good quality.
It was a high-grade staff with water affinity and good equipment for the water mage.
Because Rogge brilliant record of single-handly taking care of two warriors and a mage, Lawrence, and others believed that the staff should go to him.
After Rogge spent a few days thinking, he finally summed that the staff was of little use to him, therefore sold the staff for 400 gold coins.
Rogge had never held so much in his life.
The annual income of his father viscount Reeves from the rent of various land and other taxes summed only 300 gold coins.
Naturally, there will not be much surplus for his son.
Besides declining nobles are still the nobles, and the necessary social relationship and interaction with other nobles still needed to be maintained. This put heavy economic pressure on old Reaves, resulting in his increasingly irritable temper.
.................
It took a week to set and prepare the building for him to move, and in the process.
Rogge spent 20 gold coins on the set of new furniture.
Now Rogge laid in his bed full of satisfaction in the study (as his taste, he didn’t feel that there was anything wrong for a bed to be in the study), filled with gold coins around.
For god knows how much desire a son of a declining noble has for the gold coins.
After tossing and turning for the innumerable times, Rogge was finally tired and slept.
After sleeping for a whole night and day and only woke up when the sun was setting in the west.
“Yaaawwwnnn!”
Stretching his waist in a very lazy manner, Rogge jumped out of his bed, and several gold coins dropped in the ground making a jingling sound.
That sound, for Rogge, was very pleasant to hear.
After sleeping a long sleep to wake up to count the money till hands cramp. This was Rogge's happy life.
.................
In the following month, Rogge would return to his new nest from time to time and layered it with a number of booby traps and instruments.
Lawrence and the parties, who have been to the Rogge’s new nest, have several ideas and advice but naturally, most of the ideas were jokes. But occasionally there were also some surprising ideas.
Of course, the arrangements of these rookies were limited in power, but with some sinister twists.
During this period, Rogge learned a new spell, the flame fingers. A small flame erupted from the fingers that can be used to attack the enemy.
However, the power of this Rank two-spell power was extremely limited.
After discovering that the spiritual force can be used in a fight, Rogge began to practice with dogged motivation.
But beyond throwing the cat out of his room in the last January, there has been no further achievement.
Rogge finally understood that he was not going to make any progress any time soon, and his blood subsided.
And began to look for Emmett and the company and they started fooling around.
Rogge almost forgot that he has a skeleton.
...................
If one wants to be good at his work, one must first sharpen his tools. This point, Rogge understood quite well.
The scars left by the old oak fight, let Emmett and others understand this bitter truth.
A few of them bought some high-quality equipment and naturally some that are not up to the standard of the Knights.
Rogge bought a fine elf-made crossbow, one that can be loaded with three bolts, with a simple inscription added to it to slightly increase the magic penetration.
"This is much more convenient to use than throwing a food plate," Rogge shamelessly said to Emmett.
Emmett shared the same feeling and recommended that the bolts should further be dipped on the anesthetic, which Rogge immediately accepted.
.................
These friends have been honest for a month and didn't go out to fool around other than to purchase equipment and spending a lot of their monthly stipends.
The reason was that they were still afraid of meeting those mercenaries. Those mercenaries, if any of them were to be serious, were enough to beat them all.
Although they were not blatant enough to kill a noble, a fleshly pain was inevitable. Moreover, mercenaries were mostly skilled in meting the punishment.
Whenever they thought of that female warrior, they remembered the kick between the legs. Lawrence would always shudder and subconsciously clamp his legs.
.................
In the city of Lille, capital of the Bavaria Duchy, 200 miles west of Rhine city, in Duke mansion, Orpheus was reading a report of Rogge and the company with full enthusiasm, particularly the action of arming of the crossbow with the toxin and the description of the traps and the instruments in Rogge’s nest.
Erica, who looked like the combination of both ice and black flame, gently picked the report with her slender fingers as if picking up some dirty things. Her bright blue nail glistening under the sunlight.
After reading the report, she was more and more disgusted with the company and couldn’t understand why Orpheus was interested so much in such a waste.
..............
A black flame lit up from her fingers, quickly reducing those reports up in smoke, leaving not even a trace of ash. Her icy crystal like fingers was in a fire, but not a bit burned.
Orpheus didn’t mind that, stood up and walked to the window.
The window was facing west, and the setting sun was tinged with a layer of blood red.
Orpheus's eyes seemed to cross hundreds of miles of space and time, falling on the Rhine.
The setting sun was getting even more red, covering the thousands of miles of the country in blood. Orpheus blood boiled picturing the bird view of the earth from the house.
..............
Erica, as hidden in the black fire of the purgatory was also stared at the blood red mountains, rivers, and the rising Orpheus.
The ice-cold eyes slowly melted for a moment and a silver-white light flashed past her eyes like the cold light on the sickle.
.................
As the snow melted in the first sunshine of the spring, Rogge came out from the Frost’s laboratory, silently watching the snow on the roof melting and dropping drip by drip.
Rogge and Frost had a long talk last night after he finished consulting some questions about magic, the master and apprentice talked about a lot of things as they had a lot in common.
After talking about the legend of a powerful and legendary magician, Frost suddenly sighed and said, “To become the formidable magician, money is absolutely necessary.”
Hearing this Rogge’s eyes lit up. He said, “Yes those great magicians, what they have are priceless equipment.”
"Ah, the staff that I grabbed off a mercenary mage sold for hundreds of gold coins.”
So the conversation naturally turned to how a magician could make money.
“Rogge, you are now considered to have the money."
"Of course, they are not enough, you cannot even afford some decent magic materials. However, You were with me for so long, this teacher has not given you anything."
"This magic ring can be of some use to you. And this black crystal, good quality. However, you have to rely on your own effort make into a magical equipment."
"If you do not understand anything in respect to the magic array and inscriptions, come and ask me."
"The rest, you will have to depend on your own hard work."
"Improvement in magic will not be done in one or two days. If you want to quickly become stronger, make money, money will get you good magic equipment. Become powerful and make more money.”
“In the history of man, which of the rich is not influential? As for those legendary mages, all of them are equipped with the great artifacts. While founding figures, emperors, why for them more money is not enough. And which war is not a money-burning war? ”
Frost was still unfinished.
"As to make money, role knowledge paly is not small. In the road of making money, the first is to recognize the situation, and the second is to understand the people."
"Know the general trend of the world, know the trend of the time, take advantage of the trend and the opportunity to earn money will all around you. When it comes to knowing people, you must understand the human nature. Sometimes even if you are poor, you can be smart. you can't always have everything. You can gather the world's heroes for your use if you have enough money."
"The last thing is that everyone and everything can be abandoned. you need to have self-knowledge, you can move ahead, and can also retreat if you see things that are not in your favor. You have to have the courage to concede defeat."
"Lose once, lose twice, it doesn't matter, as long as you are not dead you can always make a comeback."
................
"Roggee, you are all right, just lack little-bit of perseverance and patience."
"If you have the time to look at the history of the mainland, the roads that the predecessors have traveled can always be a little bit of reference."
"It is important to know that it is not that you are running faster than others on one road, but that you are choosing the right path."
................
Rogge heard him with a stunned expression, blood surging in his heart. Who could have thought that usually dull and stiff Frost had such insights?
Rogge felt that a new world was opened to him, and his heart was filled with the soft light of gold coins.
The magic ring that Frost gave to Rogge was an ordinary magic ring with boosting effect. The boost helped the bearer to control spells more precisely, thus a mage could cast a spell with less magic power.
Because of this one can release lower rank magic without much mana drain.
……………………
Rogge walked with powerful steps towards his house.
Never in his life, had he felt his way, confident of himself.
Everything in the night seems to transmit golden light.
Gold coins, jewelry, and beautiful women seem to be dancing around Rogge.
Oh, look at those towering breasts, those long legs, they are really nice, like the real thing.
"Oh, Why does that face look a bit familiar?"
“It looks good, bright enough. Where have I seen it?”.............. “This is not an illusion!”
Roger suddenly sobers up from his fantasy and stared at the women walking toward him from the other side of the alley.
He was stunned to see the female mercenary Kiwei was coming over with a murderous aura.
"I have been looking you for two months!" the sound that squeezed out of her teeth was like a death bell.
The rays of the sun were being reflected off the ice in the treetops, creating a festival of bright colors.
All the dirtiness and the ugliness of the city seemed to have been washed clean overnight.
This year winter came early to the Rhine city, and the noble and rich people of the city were just as happy. Its time for noble and rich ladies to show off their new winter dresses.
Solon was the slum area, located in the Southwestern area of the city.
It was a forgotten corner of the city where all sorts of people with lower occupation and income gathered, a haven for criminals.
For the people here, the arrival of the winter was not a good thing. For it meant, patching up the dilapidated houses, preparing the clothing and fuels for the winter.
On the edge of the Solon, Rogge was standing in front of an old two-story house, watching his new nest with satisfaction.
The building was in the excellent location, of course, this was only the case for a few people, such as Rogge.
Not far from the Small building was a small cemetery, surrounded by tall oak trees. Which looked dark and gloomy even int he sunny and cloudless days.
Rogge opened the door with a pleasant mood and went in.
The building seemed to be unused for some time and many pieces of furniture were covered with dust and cobwebs. Half of the Blinds in the house were not working.
Beside the living room, there was a wooden staircase that led to the second floor.
The second floor had three rooms, one large and two small. The large one, Rogge was preparing himself to use it as the study, as for the two small ones, one for a storage room, and second as a laboratory.
Heaven knows, Rogge has a place where he can experiment, at least for now.
Due to the unique location, that building cost Rogge only 50 gold coins. Just a week ago, this was Rogge’s a year's living expenses and tuition fees.
However, today there were 350 coins in his pocket.
The staff that he seized a week ago from the mercenary mage was of good quality.
It was a high-grade staff with water affinity and good equipment for the water mage.
Because Rogge brilliant record of single-handly taking care of two warriors and a mage, Lawrence, and others believed that the staff should go to him.
After Rogge spent a few days thinking, he finally summed that the staff was of little use to him, therefore sold the staff for 400 gold coins.
Rogge had never held so much in his life.
The annual income of his father viscount Reeves from the rent of various land and other taxes summed only 300 gold coins.
Naturally, there will not be much surplus for his son.
Besides declining nobles are still the nobles, and the necessary social relationship and interaction with other nobles still needed to be maintained. This put heavy economic pressure on old Reaves, resulting in his increasingly irritable temper.
.................
It took a week to set and prepare the building for him to move, and in the process.
Rogge spent 20 gold coins on the set of new furniture.
Now Rogge laid in his bed full of satisfaction in the study (as his taste, he didn’t feel that there was anything wrong for a bed to be in the study), filled with gold coins around.
For god knows how much desire a son of a declining noble has for the gold coins.
After tossing and turning for the innumerable times, Rogge was finally tired and slept.
After sleeping for a whole night and day and only woke up when the sun was setting in the west.
“Yaaawwwnnn!”
Stretching his waist in a very lazy manner, Rogge jumped out of his bed, and several gold coins dropped in the ground making a jingling sound.
That sound, for Rogge, was very pleasant to hear.
After sleeping a long sleep to wake up to count the money till hands cramp. This was Rogge's happy life.
.................
In the following month, Rogge would return to his new nest from time to time and layered it with a number of booby traps and instruments.
Lawrence and the parties, who have been to the Rogge’s new nest, have several ideas and advice but naturally, most of the ideas were jokes. But occasionally there were also some surprising ideas.
Of course, the arrangements of these rookies were limited in power, but with some sinister twists.
During this period, Rogge learned a new spell, the flame fingers. A small flame erupted from the fingers that can be used to attack the enemy.
However, the power of this Rank two-spell power was extremely limited.
After discovering that the spiritual force can be used in a fight, Rogge began to practice with dogged motivation.
But beyond throwing the cat out of his room in the last January, there has been no further achievement.
Rogge finally understood that he was not going to make any progress any time soon, and his blood subsided.
And began to look for Emmett and the company and they started fooling around.
Rogge almost forgot that he has a skeleton.
...................
If one wants to be good at his work, one must first sharpen his tools. This point, Rogge understood quite well.
The scars left by the old oak fight, let Emmett and others understand this bitter truth.
A few of them bought some high-quality equipment and naturally some that are not up to the standard of the Knights.
Rogge bought a fine elf-made crossbow, one that can be loaded with three bolts, with a simple inscription added to it to slightly increase the magic penetration.
"This is much more convenient to use than throwing a food plate," Rogge shamelessly said to Emmett.
Emmett shared the same feeling and recommended that the bolts should further be dipped on the anesthetic, which Rogge immediately accepted.
.................
These friends have been honest for a month and didn't go out to fool around other than to purchase equipment and spending a lot of their monthly stipends.
The reason was that they were still afraid of meeting those mercenaries. Those mercenaries, if any of them were to be serious, were enough to beat them all.
Although they were not blatant enough to kill a noble, a fleshly pain was inevitable. Moreover, mercenaries were mostly skilled in meting the punishment.
Whenever they thought of that female warrior, they remembered the kick between the legs. Lawrence would always shudder and subconsciously clamp his legs.
.................
In the city of Lille, capital of the Bavaria Duchy, 200 miles west of Rhine city, in Duke mansion, Orpheus was reading a report of Rogge and the company with full enthusiasm, particularly the action of arming of the crossbow with the toxin and the description of the traps and the instruments in Rogge’s nest.
Erica, who looked like the combination of both ice and black flame, gently picked the report with her slender fingers as if picking up some dirty things. Her bright blue nail glistening under the sunlight.
After reading the report, she was more and more disgusted with the company and couldn’t understand why Orpheus was interested so much in such a waste.
..............
A black flame lit up from her fingers, quickly reducing those reports up in smoke, leaving not even a trace of ash. Her icy crystal like fingers was in a fire, but not a bit burned.
Orpheus didn’t mind that, stood up and walked to the window.
The window was facing west, and the setting sun was tinged with a layer of blood red.
Orpheus's eyes seemed to cross hundreds of miles of space and time, falling on the Rhine.
The setting sun was getting even more red, covering the thousands of miles of the country in blood. Orpheus blood boiled picturing the bird view of the earth from the house.
..............
Erica, as hidden in the black fire of the purgatory was also stared at the blood red mountains, rivers, and the rising Orpheus.
The ice-cold eyes slowly melted for a moment and a silver-white light flashed past her eyes like the cold light on the sickle.
.................
As the snow melted in the first sunshine of the spring, Rogge came out from the Frost’s laboratory, silently watching the snow on the roof melting and dropping drip by drip.
Rogge and Frost had a long talk last night after he finished consulting some questions about magic, the master and apprentice talked about a lot of things as they had a lot in common.
After talking about the legend of a powerful and legendary magician, Frost suddenly sighed and said, “To become the formidable magician, money is absolutely necessary.”
Hearing this Rogge’s eyes lit up. He said, “Yes those great magicians, what they have are priceless equipment.”
"Ah, the staff that I grabbed off a mercenary mage sold for hundreds of gold coins.”
So the conversation naturally turned to how a magician could make money.
“Rogge, you are now considered to have the money."
"Of course, they are not enough, you cannot even afford some decent magic materials. However, You were with me for so long, this teacher has not given you anything."
"This magic ring can be of some use to you. And this black crystal, good quality. However, you have to rely on your own effort make into a magical equipment."
"If you do not understand anything in respect to the magic array and inscriptions, come and ask me."
"The rest, you will have to depend on your own hard work."
"Improvement in magic will not be done in one or two days. If you want to quickly become stronger, make money, money will get you good magic equipment. Become powerful and make more money.”
“In the history of man, which of the rich is not influential? As for those legendary mages, all of them are equipped with the great artifacts. While founding figures, emperors, why for them more money is not enough. And which war is not a money-burning war? ”
Frost was still unfinished.
"As to make money, role knowledge paly is not small. In the road of making money, the first is to recognize the situation, and the second is to understand the people."
"Know the general trend of the world, know the trend of the time, take advantage of the trend and the opportunity to earn money will all around you. When it comes to knowing people, you must understand the human nature. Sometimes even if you are poor, you can be smart. you can't always have everything. You can gather the world's heroes for your use if you have enough money."
"The last thing is that everyone and everything can be abandoned. you need to have self-knowledge, you can move ahead, and can also retreat if you see things that are not in your favor. You have to have the courage to concede defeat."
"Lose once, lose twice, it doesn't matter, as long as you are not dead you can always make a comeback."
................
"Roggee, you are all right, just lack little-bit of perseverance and patience."
"If you have the time to look at the history of the mainland, the roads that the predecessors have traveled can always be a little bit of reference."
"It is important to know that it is not that you are running faster than others on one road, but that you are choosing the right path."
................
Rogge heard him with a stunned expression, blood surging in his heart. Who could have thought that usually dull and stiff Frost had such insights?
Rogge felt that a new world was opened to him, and his heart was filled with the soft light of gold coins.
The magic ring that Frost gave to Rogge was an ordinary magic ring with boosting effect. The boost helped the bearer to control spells more precisely, thus a mage could cast a spell with less magic power.
Because of this one can release lower rank magic without much mana drain.
……………………
Rogge walked with powerful steps towards his house.
Never in his life, had he felt his way, confident of himself.
Everything in the night seems to transmit golden light.
Gold coins, jewelry, and beautiful women seem to be dancing around Rogge.
Oh, look at those towering breasts, those long legs, they are really nice, like the real thing.
"Oh, Why does that face look a bit familiar?"
“It looks good, bright enough. Where have I seen it?”.............. “This is not an illusion!”
Roger suddenly sobers up from his fantasy and stared at the women walking toward him from the other side of the alley.
He was stunned to see the female mercenary Kiwei was coming over with a murderous aura.
"I have been looking you for two months!" the sound that squeezed out of her teeth was like a death bell.
Thanks a lot for translating this series. I posted a pick up request in Novel updates but I never thought it will be picked up. I really wanted to read this. Thanks again for picking it up.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome , we were just like you as we too wanted to read it but as we kept on refreshing the teasor once a day to see if some one picked it up ...no one did, so we decided we will.... And seeing so many replies in your post in novelupdates, just made our decison firm...we just hope that it will be upto the standard....
ReplyDeletethx for the chap
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