A Dragonslayer's Peerless Regression

[Translator - Peptobismal]

[Proofreader - Max]

Chapter 35

Zeke asked with a puzzled expression,

"A visitor? There shouldn't be anyone who would visit me in Atlas."

Zeke left his room and went to the reception room where the visitors were.

"Master? And Instructor Andrei?"

Surprisingly, Duke Draker and Andrei Draker were in the reception room.

Duke waved his hand and said to Zeke,

"My disciple, you really are something else. I've never seen anyone skip out on Valhalla enrollment. Didn't that stubborn old Flaubert say anything?"

Zeke sat down with a tired expression and said,

"I just finished taking a special exam."

"Really? Then I guess there was no problem."

Duke, who knew Zeke's skills better than anyone, wasn't too worried.

Zeke looked at the two and said,

"But what are you two doing here? What about the academy?"

Duke said with an indifferent expression,

"Shouldn't a master be where his disciple is? As for the academy, well, Howard will manage it somehow."

Duke was someone who didn't do much anyway, just used up potions.

"I understand about Master, but... why is Instructor Andrei here...?"

Andrei had a slightly embarrassed expression.

Seeing that, Duke said as if exasperated,

"Ugh, that leech. He keeps following me around even though I told him I have nothing more to teach him."

Despite his words, Duke seemed to have grown fond of Andrei and didn't completely reject him.

"So you're both staying in Atlas?"

"Yeah, you got a big mansion anyway, so let's stay here for a while."

There was no reason for Zeke to refuse.

Thanks to this, Duke and Andrei also became members of the household.

Zeke asked Andrei,

"Instructor, are you going back to the Four Seasons Castle then?"

Andrei shook his head.

"No, I was appointed as an assistant professor at Valhalla."

Considering Andrei's young age, becoming an assistant professor at Valhalla meant that his skills had improved dramatically.

Duke, saying it was good to see him after a long time, started drinking heavily even though the sun hadn't set yet.

Zeke kept Duke company for a while, then left him with Andrei and returned to his room to prepare for his night time outing.

And when the secret night fell and everyone in the mansion was asleep, Zeke used the ghost Step, a movement technique that left no trace, and went outside.

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He knew the dark underworld hidden beneath the glamorous metropolis of Atlas very well.

Zeke entered a secluded alley on the outskirts of the city, where ordinary people rarely ventured.

And he went into a bar with a faded sign.

Inside the bar, people with dangerous auras were drinking.

Zeke scanned the bar, then went to the counter and sat down.

He said to the bartender,

"Give me a glass of dark beer. And..."

He placed a gold coin on the counter and continued,

"Go and tell Kay that I want to meet him."

At his words, not only the bartender but also the dangerous-looking men around him turned their attention to Zeke.

Zeke, receiving their attention, smirked.

"Don't get hurt for nothing and just go tell him quietly. Zeke Draker wants to make a deal with the Syndicate."

As soon as the name Draker came up, the bartender gestured to a man near the counter.

The man went inside and then beckoned Zeke.

It seemed permission had been granted from above.

Zeke followed the man inside the bar.

As expected of the Syndicate, a smuggling organization, they led Zeke to a passage leading underground.

After passing through several tightly secured doors and numerous forks in the path, they finally came to a building that looked like a huge warehouse.

They passed through the entrance, guarded by several rough-looking men, and went inside where the goods were stored.

"Wait here for a moment."

The man went inside first.

A moment later, the door opened, and the man beckoned Zeke to enter.

Inside, all sorts of goods and cargo boxes were piled up.

There was a table between the cargo boxes, and Kay was sitting there.

A seductive woman with wavy red hair and a low-cut dress that revealed her cleavage.

'Her taste in clothes is the same as before.'

Kay stared intently at Zeke's gloves.

Then she pointed to the seat across from her.

"Have a seat."

As Zeke sat down, Kay took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth.

After exhaling a cloud of thick smoke, she opened her mouth again.

"So, what is the reason why the supernova of the Draker clan wants to see me?"

When asked to name the best intelligence agencies on the continent, people usually name two.

One was the Draker clan's Black Stage, and the other was the Rom Empire's Intelligence Agency.

And then there was an intelligence organization that wasn't widely known, and that was the Syndicate.

The Syndicate initially started as a gathering of smugglers from each region, but it was rapidly growing as it became a major carrier of narcotics from the Southern Continent.

Zeke had a connection with this Syndicate, and Kay in particular, in his previous life.

Back then, Kay was an executive of the Syndicate.

In his past life, she was the one who first approached Zeke with a request, and by securing a crucial transportation route through him, she built a solid career within the Syndicate.

Thanks to this, Zeke was able to easily access important information across the continent through her.

'I wouldn't have found the Elder Dragon artifact before I died if it wasn't for Kay.'

She wasn't an executive yet, but she was capable enough, so building a good relationship with her from now on would definitely be a great help.

Zeke took off his gloves and used the Mana Reflection skill.

Crackle!

The magic lamps within the range of the skill flickered violently.

Zeke put his gloves back on and stopped the skill.

The magic lamps returned to normal.

"I showed you that because I don't want to waste time with pointless suspicions, so let's skip the posturing."

Kay realized that this youngest son of the Draker clan sitting in front of her was no ordinary person.

Zeke looked at Kay and said directly,

"I want to make a deal."

Kay frowned at his words.

"Draker wants to make a deal with us? I'd sooner believe the Rom Emperor would donate to the Holy Kingdom."

"Does Draker care where the money comes from? Whether it's earned from selling Soma or killing people, money is money."

At the mention of Soma, Kay's expression hardened.

It hadn't been long since the Syndicate started bringing Soma from the Southern Continent to the Central Continent.

It was a top secret within the organization.

A dangerous aura emanated from Kay and the men around her.

"Are you trying to get me killed?"

Suddenly, a tremendous force erupted from Zeke's body.

The Syndicate members hidden throughout the warehouse couldn't move a finger against the murderous intent emanating from Zeke.

Kay cursed inwardly, realizing that this young Draker was more dangerous than rumored.

'Damn Drakers.'

Just then, Zeke took something out of his pocket and tossed it over.

Kay was surprised to see a pair of earrings on the table.

"Artifacts?"

Even the young Kay had a good eye, just like her future self.

Zeke smirked and said,

"They're popular ancient items at auction houses. You'll be even more surprised when you see the magic attached to them."

Kay, with a dubious expression, took the earrings and put them on.

Then she raised her mana to check their function.

"...Mana recovery?"

Zeke smirked.

With modern magic technology, it was impossible to create magic items with this level of efficiency, so their value was immense.

She quietly put down the earrings and said,

"Is this what you meant by wanting to make a deal?"

"This is just the beginning. I have quite a few items that are even better than this. Keep an eye on the market and gradually release them at the Dorta Auction House to turn them into cash."

"As a Pureblood Awakener of Draker, you shouldn't have any worries about money. Why are you doing this?"

"I don't think I need to tell you that."

Zeke took out a document with his disguised identity, Zeke Murray's, details and handed it to Kay.

"Open a clean account with this and put the money there. You'll find a trade agreement at the back. The items are in the Northern Bank, so transfer them after completing the procedures. The sales commission is 10% per item, and I'll pay an additional incentive for every 10,000 gold."

Kay checked the contract Zeke brought.

It was a detailed and well-organized contract, as if this wasn't his first time making such a deal.

Kay looked at Zeke and asked,

"Who the hell are you?"

"You ask even though you know I'm Zeke Draker. I revealed my identity to build trust. Of course, I trust you'll keep your subordinates in line."

Kay looked at the identification and the contract in front of her and pondered.

Then she nodded.

She stood up.

"Follow me."

Kay led Zeke to the back of the warehouse.

There was an office prepared for Kay inside.

It seemed to be a space used for dealing with particularly important clients, as soundproofing magic and security magic were cast everywhere.

As Zeke sat down, Kay brought something.

"An oath of promise. This is a very wizardly item."

Kay wasn't surprised that Zeke knew she was a wizard.

Kay had already guessed that Zeke knew who she was and had come intentionally when he brought the magic items.

She unfolded the contract containing the oath of promise and picked up a pen.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but this means I acknowledge you as a true partner for the first time."

Zeke didn't find it strange because he had made an oath of promise with Kay in his previous life as well.

Kay pricked her finger on the needle attached to the pen.

Then she signed with the blood that flowed down to the nib.

Following her, Zeke also signed in the same way.

Then, each of their signatures was engraved on the inside of their wrists.

'Huh?'

But Zeke noticed something strange about the signature engraved on his wrist.

It was as if two signatures were overlapping.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

'Is it because the oath of promise from my previous life is overlapping?'

If the oath of promise made in blood was broken, the signature engraved on the wrist would disappear.

This was how they could tell if the person they made the contract with had betrayed them.

Zeke flinched at the sight of the overlapping signatures, but Kay didn't seem to mind.

After confirming the signatures engraved on each other's wrists, the two decided to form a partnership.

"Now that we're partners, can you tell me why a Pureblood Awakener of Draker is trying to sell stolen goods?"

Zeke said to Kay,

"First, those aren't stolen goods. They're ancient items I found. I won't tell you where I found them, so don't ask. Second, not all Pureblood Awakeners are rich. You need a wealthy sponsor clan for that."

It was an internal matter of the Draker clan that was difficult for most people to know, so Kay listened to Zeke with a curious expression.

Then Zeke said to Kay,

"Is the McCain Cartel currently trading with the Syndicate?"

Kay's expression hardened again at his words.

"How do you know such confidential information within the organization? Even I, the branch manager, haven't known for long."

She continued, as if there was no point in hiding it,

"As you said, we're trading with McCain. But these days, we're having trouble because of pressure from the Favela Cartel. They're telling us to stop trading with McCain and transport their goods instead."

Currently, a three-way war was taking place in the Southern Continent between the giant cartels Favela, McCain, and Tahuani.

In the Southern Continent, which was close to a lawless zone, the kingdoms were practically powerless.

The cartels' military power was dozens of times stronger than that of the Southern Continent's royal knights.

Based on this military power, they produced the drug Soma in the jungle and brought it into the Central Continent.

The biggest consumer of Soma was the Rom Empire, so transporting it to the Central Continent was crucial.

The border area, which was originally used as a transportation route, was completely blocked when the Ishtaar clan, who had settled there, issued an expulsion order.

Even the reckless cartels didn't want to cause friction with Ishtaar, one of the Transcendent Families, so they had to find another route.

That's how they came to join hands with the Syndicate, a smuggling organization. They were transporting Soma through the South Sea, across the desert, and distributing it to the Rom Empire, the Central Kingdoms, and even the Northern Continent.

Since it was known that Soma not only caused hallucinations but also had the effect of increasing magical power, it was very popular among wizards, so there was always an overflowing demand.

Thanks to this, the Syndicate, which had monopolized the transportation of the cartels' goods, was making an enormous amount of money by establishing distribution and sales networks in each region of the continent.

Zeke, who had personally experienced this situation in his previous life, knew the circumstances of the Southern cartels very well.

Zeke, organizing his memories from his past life, looked at Kay and said,

"Hey, Kay. I want to make you an offer."

"What kind of offer?"

Zeke said with a calm smile,

"Put me in touch with Don Juan."

Kay was so surprised by his words that she raised her voice without realizing it.

"You want to meet the boss of the McCain Cartel?"

Zeke nodded.

"Yes, and if you do that for me, I'll make you the boss of the Syndicate."

[Translator - Peptobismal]

[Proofreader - Max]