Chapter 214 : Chapter 214
Chapter 214. Sleeping Dragon
BANG!
Professor Beven broke the trap with Enhancement Magic and left the spot.
‘Th, these crazy bastards!’
His helmet trembled violently.
It was because his breathing had become rough.
That insane Prince and the merciless apprentice holy knight had laid traps so densely that everywhere his feet touched was a trap.
At first, even those guys had clumsy aspects, but now it was different.
They continued to evolve, and now their skills were almost that of professional hunters.
KABOOM!
“Huff, huff.”
Professor Beven gasped for breath after breaking a trap for large monsters.
Breaking traps or snares like this was not difficult.
What exhausted him was those guys’ attitude.
As if they were worried Beven might get hurt, hadn’t they left potions in between?
Moreover, the types were various too.
Health recovery potions, magic power recovery potions, even awakening potions that students drink when studying all night.
‘Am I crazy to drink something like that? Who knows what they put inside!’
Professor Beven’s blood pressure rose.
He felt like he was continuously suffering mental attacks.
Not only digging traps but also showing such an attitude that seemed to mock a person!
How surprised had he been when he first discovered those guys grilling and eating meat.
Honestly, it did smell delicious.
He was a Dwarf who loved meat and alcohol too much.
He didn't know what on earth that guy did to the meat, but the smell of grilling meat was unusual.
When he looked in out of curiosity, wasn't he sprinkling some powder, taking out sauce and dipping it to eat.
Professor Beven almost forgot his own situation and approached them.
‘It’s fortunate that I came to my senses at least.’
Even that meat was all a trap.
Knowing that Dwarves like meat, not only did they set up a detestable plan, but to leave potions like that!
Professor Beven was enraged by their despicableness.
If he followed his heart, it would be normal to find those hiding first-years and scold them severely, but…….
The purpose of this class was for students to find the professor, not for the professor to find the students.
Those guys would be holding their breath waiting for him to appear in front of them himself.
They were truly impudent fellows.
‘I won’t play into those guys’ hands anymore.’
It was when Professor Beven pledged and was about to leave the spot.
But what on earth was this.
A bottle that he thought was an ordinary potion caught his eye.
It was a crude bottle with the pattern of a sleeping dragon engraved on the surface.
“……Sleeping Dragon?”
Emotion was carried in his voice.
If Professor Beven had not seen wrong, that was the alcohol Dwarves went crazy for, Sleeping Dragon.
Something that could not be found in the world of humans…….
Inside the helmet, Professor Beven’s pupils trembled.
Beven had left his hometown almost severing ties, so no matter how much he missed that alcohol, he could not obtain it.
Closed-off Dwarves did not operate in the Empire, and even if there were such Dwarves, Beven was not the type to interact with them either.
Because although he was a Dwarf, he was a mage, not a blacksmith.
In the world of Dwarves, a Dwarf using magic was something that could not exist.
That was something used by guys with long ears or humans.
It was the reason Beven, born with innate Magic Power, could not adapt to Dwarf society.
Beven abandoned his roots as he left his hometown to become a mage.
Even the things he loved.
Among them was the alcohol Dwarves loved most, Sleeping Dragon.
‘I thought I would never drink Sleeping Dragon again.’
But such a…… why was that……?
Professor Beven approached Sleeping Dragon as if bewitched.
* * *
Naturally, alcohol was included in the plan Radel established to capture Professor Beven.
However, just any alcohol wouldn’t work.
Unless it was the alcohol Dwarves liked most, Professor Beven would not move.
It was a fact Radel realized while grilling and eating meat a few times.
There was a reaction, but it wasn't enough for Professor Beven to lose his reason.
He had to prepare alcohol to the extent that Professor Beven’s judgment would be clouded.
“What alcohol would Dwarves like most?”
Just in time, an existence to inform him of that was by Radel’s side.
The Spirit of the Library who knew all the knowledge of the world.
Radel summoned the spirit when he went to the alchemy workshop.
“Spirit Summon!”
POOF!
The Spirit of the Library threw a tantrum as soon as he was summoned.
“What is it this time! Do you know how busy this body is after school started?”
He said that, but the Spirit of the Library was soon flying around examining here and there.
“Hmph, it’s a fairly decent workshop. Is this the personal workshop used by Alchemy majors? Although a bit narrow, it is almost too much for a greenhorn like you to use. Kehehe.”
Radel’s personal alchemy workshop was fairly well-equipped with fixtures necessary for alchemy, such as an old but sturdy desk and bookshelf, and a display case where various ingredients and flasks were placed.
“The fourth-year senior who used it before decorated it well. I was lucky to inherit it.”
“You got to use a workshop like this because you chose the Integrated Major! What luck!”
The Spirit of the Library snorted.
Anyway, his contractor was not an ordinary guy, even if a bit lacking.
To think he would actually choose the Integrated Major, which even the Spirit of the Library only knew as a school rule.
Others are overwhelmed just doing one major, but this guy ended up doing as many as five majors.
‘He is not an ordinary guy, indeed! He is the contractor of this body, after all.’
The Spirit of the Library felt triumphant.
Then, suddenly coming to his senses, he flipped through the bookshelf.
‘No, what am I thinking! He is still a guy lacking to be the contractor of this body!’
While the Spirit of the Library was feeling ever-changing emotions, Radel took out a notebook and prepared to write.
And he asked the Spirit of the Library.
“Of course you would know, but do you know what alcohol Dwarves like most?”
“What? The alcohol a Dwarf likes most?”
The Spirit of the Library answered while being puzzled by Radel’s question.
He didn't even need to use his ability for this much.
“It is Sleeping Dragon. Dwarves go absolutely crazy for it.”
“I see. Sleeping…… Dragon…….”
Watching Radel write it down in his notebook, the Spirit of the Library felt something strange.
Why would a young guy want to know the name of an alcohol.
As expected, Radel’s next question flew in.
“Then do you also know how to make Sleeping Dragon?”
The Spirit of the Library almost crumpled the paper.
Even so, he was a Great Spirit.
The spirit among spirits who protects the order of nature and guards the knowledge of the world!
To dare ask such a noble self to teach a method to make alcohol to a minor.
“Are you asking me to teach you how to make alcohol right now? Ridiculous!”
“Then could you at least tell me the ingredients that go in? I made a few types as a test, but I am curious which method is most similar.”
The Spirit of the Library was dumbfounded.
What does someone like him mean he made something.
However, seeing the liquid contained in the flask Radel took out, the Spirit of the Library ended up being appalled.
What was contained inside was clearly alcohol.
From wine made by crushing and fermenting grapes, refined rice wine and cloudy rice wine made using yeast, to distilled liquor made by boiling and distilling alcohol, the types were very diverse too.
This guy whose blood on his head hasn’t dried yet!
I have to inform the professor immediately!
CLACK!
“This guy isn’t making the potions he is supposed to make but making moonshine……. Cough!”
The Spirit of the Library tried to inform of the terrifying thing happening in the small alchemy workshop, but ended up being grabbed by Radel’s hand and dragged in.
He, who was fuming for a long time, only spat this out after hearing Radel’s explanation.
“Sleeping Dragon is made with a secret method only Dwarves know. Even if I teach you, it is useless without a Dwarf’s dexterity. Ordinary people cannot even imitate it.”
Hearing those words, Radel folded his dream of making Sleeping Dragon himself.
Ordinary alcohol could be imitated by combining memories of his past life and knowledge written in books, but he had no confidence in alcohol involving advanced Dwarf techniques.
‘What do I do now……?’
However, Radel’s worry could find a clue to the solution in an unexpected place.
It was from Balban, who was a follower candidate.
If he asked a real Dwarf, wouldn’t he be able to obtain Sleeping Dragon?
If he spoke with a polite attitude while giving a generous advance payment, that is.
In conclusion, Radel’s choice was correct.
Balban of the Iron Anvil Guild sent Sleeping Dragon to Radel a few days ago.
Along with the words that the kitchen knife was still in production.
And now.
Professor Beven’s reason was shaking at a single bottle of alcohol.
The moment he lifted the alcohol bottle with trembling hands, Radel and Gusto’s eyes shone with madness.
“Aaaack!”
Before long, Professor Beven’s scream echoed through the forest.
* * *
Professor Beven was eventually caught in the hands of Radel and Gusto.
Beside him, an alcohol bottle was placed.
It was Sleeping Dragon, the main culprit that made Professor Beven like this.
“……I cannot acknowledge this.”
Professor Beven said in a sullen voice.
His voice echoed grumpily inside his helmet.
“It isn’t your true skill, you know.”
Radel nodded with a nonchalant expression at Professor Beven’s words.
“I see. You do not like our method, Professor.”
What? He acknowledges it that easily?
Professor Beven’s eyebrows twitched.
If it were real combat, their method was also a decent choice.
To present a tempting bait in a situation where the target being tracked would let their guard down and bewitch them.
However, this tracking involving Enhancement Magic was not real combat but strictly Professor Beven’s lecture.
If he did not want to, no student could learn Enhancement Magic from him.
Even though he was caught by those guys, Professor Beven did not feel like teaching Enhancement Magic.
Because it was impudent.
Perhaps because his feelings were felt.
Radel made a slightly gloomy face and said.
“Indeed, to try to catch the Professor with such a cowardly method……. I was foolish. I should throw away this alcohol containing my ugly heart too. That way, your heart will also be at ease, Professor…….”
Then, Professor Beven’s pupils trembled mercilessly.
“Wh, what did you say? You’re throwing that away?”
“Yes. Because everything is due to my greed. I cannot torment you with alcohol like this anymore, Professor.”
Radel gave a signal with his eyes to Gusto standing next to him.
Gusto also made a remorseful expression and obediently untied the rope that bound Professor Beven.
“I apologize. Professor.”
Confirming that Gusto untied Professor Beven, Radel picked up Sleeping Dragon and bowed politely.
“Then we will get going now. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to reflect like this.”
It was a sudden farewell.
It hasn’t even been long since I met Sleeping Dragon!
I haven’t confirmed the feel of the bottle, the fragrance flowing out when opening the lid, or the beauty when it ripples in a glass yet.
What about the feeling when swallowing!
Professor Beven was conflicted.
Should I tell him to leave it?
No. That is too undignified for an Academy professor.
After a little time passed, his mouth opened.
“……Wait. Wait.”
Radel smiled a triumphant smile.