Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 55



“Babe, it’s been a while.”

“…….okay.”

Despite the harsh music hitting his ears the voice penetrates Lennok’s eardrums very clearly.

It’s been a long time since we met again but the thrill I felt back then has never faded for a single moment.

After meeting Kroken I fought countless battles but the more I did the more I realized what a ridiculous monster this giant was.

If you let your guard down it wouldn’t be surprising if your head exploded alive.

I planned to raise my shield with all my might so that I could be ready for attack at any time.

Kroken stared at Lennok for a while with his unique vertical pupils and then spoke.

“Prayer has changed a lot. “He seems like a completely different guy than when I saw him with Dylan.”

“…….”

“Have you realized anything? In fact if I didn’t do that there’s no way I would still be alive.”

The old mercenary who was casually mumbling something creepy chuckled.

If that monster says that it seems like Lennok has really made visible growth compared to when he first came to this world.

Lennok slowly calmed his fears and collected his thoughts.

What should I say here?

The sight of the crocodile giant occupying half of the VIP room by himself lying down with dozens of bottles of liquor in his arms gave Lennok an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

The indescribable intimidation he felt at the factory at that time was everywhere and only oily laziness was flowing slowly through his body covered in scales.

Kroken who noticed Lennok’s gaze laughed and twitched his vocal cords.

“This is how being a mercenary lives. “Didn’t that guy Dylan tell you?”

“I heard the story.”

Now that I think about it I think Dylan mentioned Croken and said that he drinks alcohol all day.

I never imagined that we would meet in the middle of such a loud club.

“I know what you’re thinking but this isn’t the place for me to hang out and drink in the first place.”

Croken answered slowly and opened his mouth wide and the young woman sitting next to him quickly put some snacks in his mouth.

“I just stopped by for a moment because I had some business to attend to.”

“…Do people like you even run a business?”

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At first Lennok had no choice but to come up to the VIP room very nervous but Croken seemed to have no thoughts even after seeing him.

I was confused but quickly understood.

Meeting him in the first place was simply a matter of request. After the matter is resolved there is nothing left just a mess.

The gaze of a mercenary driven solely by money.

Now Lennok was getting used to it to some extent.

Kroken laughed as if it was amusing at Lennok’s words which he quickly calmed down.

“Kid. “You seem to have potential so let me give you some advice.”

Crocken said flashing his vertical yellow pupils.

“For people like us just making one move becomes a business. “As the amount of money moving around increases… even if you don’t like it you are bound to get caught up in useless things.”

“……”

“If you don’t want to be used needlessly you’d better use your head. In the end if you don’t understand what’s going on you’re bound to suffer losses.”

“Is that an experience?”

Kroken nodded slowly.

“That’s also why I entered the Pandemonium.”

…..I felt like I heard something very important but Lennok forced himself to ignore it and change the topic.

Talking to this unpredictable monster for a long time will only worsen your mental health.

Although he is showing favor to Lennok now isn’t the other person a member of an international criminal organization?

If we were to judge whether he was good or evil he was more of a villain and if we were to judge whether he was an enemy or not he was clearly someone we should avoid right now.

But there is one reason why I don’t end the conversation right now and get up.

I suppressed my fear with strong reason and asked.

“We are looking for warlocks. “I understand you’re staying here.”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“I thought the business you were talking about might be related to that.”

“…You’re a quick-witted kid.”

Goooooong!!

As Kroken stood up a loud roar rang out from the spacious circular sofa he was leaning on.

It was a vibration that surprised not only the woman sitting next to him but also the security guards who were standing there to protect him.

This must have happened because of Kroken’s enormous weight.

But the crocodile giant didn’t care about that and just sat down on the sofa and looked down at Lennok.

“okay. I also have some business to attend to the warlocks who are staying here. “To be precise I am interested in their well-being.”

From what I heard it seemed like he also knew about what was happening among the warlocks.

However it is surprising that a magnate of his stature would be concerned about the internal strife among magicians…

I had a guess.

“Is it because of my companion in the Battle of Pandemonium?”

“what? Hahahaha!!”

“……..”

I know that my expectations were wrong in a good way but the hearty laughter that Kroken gave was unexpected.

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The power of that laughter was so great that the floor of the club shook for a moment.

If Lennok had not quickly cast a noise spell on the surrounding people the people standing below might have fainted as blood poured out of their eardrums.

From afar a person who appears to be a club official is running towards me panting.

“Hehehe…. It’s been a while since I heard a very interesting answer.”

Kroken chuckled not paying attention to Lennok’s reaction.

“You seem to have some strange fantasies about the Pandemonium Battle but this organization is completely different from what you thought.”

“…Thank you for letting me know right now.”

“From what you’re saying I think I know who you met but do you think that obnoxious warlock would listen to me for a favor?”

The smile on the Crocodile Giant’s mouth was unwavering and confident.

“I just do what I want to do.”

“…….”

From just that one word I think we can tell that the two monsters don’t get along very well.

He wanted to ask him about the warlock’s whereabouts but after hearing Kroken’s answer Lennok gave up on that idea.

There was no need to take unnecessary risks in front of this monster.

“Well anyway I understand that those friends have business. “I’ll let you see my face assuming it’s not a harmful promise.”

Who would be able to talk nonsense after hearing that Kroken himself would guarantee their safety?

In the end Lennoc was able to come up to the upper floors of Club Rearta’s building only after he had given a satisfactory answer.

A simple carpeted hallway that looks like a hotel lobby. Countless rooms divided into left and right.

The space which was originally intended to host expensive guests was filled with all kinds of indescribable miscellaneous items.

Nameless bone fragments scrolls that were on the verge of being worn away half-broken crystals and all kinds of accessories…

If an unfamiliar person saw them it would be easy to misunderstand them as simply trash but Lennok with his heightened insight recognized that they were objects needed for magic.

Are the warlocks who moved away with their tools to avoid inspection and are now putting down their belongings and staying here?

There were a few numbers in the address I received from Jenny that were confusing and I think this was probably the number of the room written here.

As I walked through the middle of the hallway I found an open space.

Judging by the presence of a few chairs and tables it appears to be a space used as a resting area for guests staying at the hotel.

There were about a dozen people sitting there chatting but as soon as they saw Lennok they stopped talking as if they had made a promise.

“…..hey.”

A man in his 30s with his arms crossed said with an uncomfortable expression.

“This is a space where outsiders should not enter.”

Lennok ignored those words and looked at the people gathered in silence.

Since I heard it was a group of warlocks I thought of something a little more gloomy and sticky but surprisingly the magic power itself was quite neat.

They said they were a bestowal magic faction and most of their magic power and nature seemed to fall into that faction.

Perhaps the kind of wizards Lenno thinks can be found by going to the opposite faction?

When Lennok did not respond a young woman with a blood clot on her head gritted her teeth and walked forward.

“There are definitely people who won’t listen to what you say.”

“……”

“If you don’t want to walk out I’ll make you crawl out.”

After saying that she summoned up her magic power and levitated something from beneath her feet.

A disk of black light floating in the air.

The disc which was spinning furiously and pushing the air around it up and down rushed straight towards Lennok.

Weeeeeee!!

The speed is considerable. If we look at it simply in terms of power it is at a level that even Lennok cannot ignore.

They say it’s a faction made up of non-combat factions but it seems like there are people who can fight as they are wizards.

However magic cannot accomplish anything simply because it is fast and powerful.

Lennok’s combat sense having gone through numerous battles was already vaguely glimpsed into another realm.

Raise your left hand and casually hold the disc.

Kwasik!

“…..!!”

Ignoring the woman staring at him with a blank expression Lennok immediately raised his magic power.

terror live

The moment the magic caught my eye I had already memorized the magic composition and structure contained in the disc for a long time.

It appears to have been improved by simplifying the structure and increasing the speed in order to increase the speed of chanting but the recoil makes it vulnerable to external interference.

For those who like Lennok have begun to develop an eye for the structure of magic it is a modification that is better than not doing it at all.

Just tear off the joint crush it and turn it into a handful of powder.

Wood clatter!!

There was no need to tell how the woman’s expression changed as she watched the magic she fired disintegrate into pieces before her eyes.

“That’s ridiculous….”

“Amari’s magic is that easy…?”

Among the wizards gathered here there is no one foolish enough not to guess the level of what Lennok did by looking at it.

There is intense tension on the faces of those who face someone with skills they could not even imagine.

“I’ve never seen a face before. Who is it?”

An elderly man sitting deepest in the room slowly opened his mouth.

“Elder…!”

“This is a residential space that we temporarily occupied with permission. “If you don’t have anything else to do I’d like you to leave.”

“I came with permission from Croken Asillus.”

People whose faces change dramatically as soon as that name is mentioned.

I’m sure.

These people must be black magicians belonging to the bestowal magic sect.

“I have something to see you there.”

“…What are you doing?”

“I’d like to talk about what happened at Falmouth Lab.”

“……”

The moment those words were said there was a cold silence in the audience.

A young man was glaring at Lennok with a murderous gaze.

I know it’s a sensitive topic but you can’t avoid it if you have to.

This was the only topic that could get their attention.

The old man who was staring at Lennok’s face sighed as if he had no choice.

“It’s not a topic worth talking about in a place like this. “Let’s move places.”