Chapter 563 The Coolest Third Year Of Brynhildr Academy [Part 1]
It all started when I met him.
Yes. It all began on the day when I went to the treasury, intending to trade the Merit Points that I won from the Clash of Manors for anything that would be useful to me.
As a Dud, I didn’t really have any use for magical artifacts and the like, so I decided to look for a weapon instead. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
It was just that I didn’t know what kind of weapon I would be proficient in. That's why I decided to check out the weapons section, but their prices were beyond the meager 50,000 Merit Points in my possession.
“There’s a funny old man in the Defective Goods section selling shady items for discounted prices,” said a First Year Witch who was several meters away from me.
“Did he have any good items?” a Second-Year Wizard asked back.
“I think everything he was selling is fake,” the Witch replied. “The names of his shady weapons were apparently God Bow of Explosions, Mountain Splitting Sword, and Sea God’s Trident.”
“Yeah, that’s a scam.” The Second-Year Wizard nodded. “How can items with such powerful sounding names be sold for a cheap price? Anyone who falls for such an obvious scam is an idiot.”
I watched as the two students walked away and agreed that what they were talking about was just a scam.
So, as the righteous person that I was, I decided to deal with the Old Man who was scamming the students of the academy.
But the moment I saw him, I thought that he was just a funny old man who was trying his best to make a living.
Because of that, I decided to just give him my Merit Points because he reminded me of my Grandpa who had passed away a few years ago.
As someone who came from a Wizarding Family, I was considered a disgrace because I was a Dud. Only my Grandpa took care of me, and because of him, I didn’t learn to hate my family despite being neglected by them.
"Old man, the name is George, and I plan to be the strongest in this academy," I said with a confident smile on his face. "Because of this, I need a weapon that will make me look cool and awesome! Wait, this Axe looks good. It looks deadly, but why isn't there any description for it?"
Since I planned to buy any item from the Defective Goods Section, it didn’t matter what weapon I chose.
I only wanted to give the old man some merit points, so I casually grabbed the item closest to me.
The old man, who had an eyepatch on his eye, looked at me with a smile.
His long hair was already white, and the same could be said with his beard, and yet, he looked very charismatic to my eyes.
My party members knew that a Dud like me would be unable to do anything against Wizards and Witches since my magic was faulty at best.
However, I had to do it because they were the only ones who could call the other Protectors, whose role was to protect the students at this time of the year.
“Playing the hero?” a skinny-looking Wizard, who seemed to be in his mid-thirties, said. “I’ve been watching you since earlier. Is that wand of yours for display purposes only? You’ve tried to cast a spell, but nothing came out of it. Are you perhaps one of those Duds I heard about?”
I didn’t even bother to answer, knowing that doing so would not change anything.
Since I couldn’t use my wand, I desperately rummaged through my storage ring to find anything that I could use as a weapon.
That was when I saw the God of War Axe that I had bought from the Old Scammer long ago.
Left with no other choice, I took it out from my storage ring and held it firmly with both hands.
“An Axe?” The Skinny Wizard laughed. “Look at this boy. He thinks he can scare us with his Axe! Hahaha!”
“What a joker!” another Wizard chimed in. “Duds don’t usually sell for a high price, but he can still be sold as a lumberjack. He even has an Axe for it!”
The five Rogue Wizards laughed at the same time before making their way to me.
At that time, I already knew that it was impossible for me to defeat them, but that didn't matter. My goal was to only delay them for as long as possible.
Even a few seconds was enough to let my teammates distance themselves from these dangerous people.
Just as the Wizards were about to neutralize me, a loud sneeze reached our ears, making us look at the tree branch that was a few meters away from us.
Sitting on top of it was the same old man who had sold me the God of War Axe.
He was smoking from a pipe and blowing out white smoke from his nose and mouth as if he was in his own backyard.
“Fancy meeting you here, George,” the Old Man said with a smile. “How is the future Mighty Warrior doing?”
“Old Man, get out of here!” I shouted. “These thugs are no good. They will definitely break your old bones!”
The old man just laughed at me as if he didn’t feel any threat from the Wizards and Witches, whose wands were now pointed in his direction.
