Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 604



The Genius Wizard Who Takes Medicine Episode 604

Suspicious Engineer (2)

“Among the customers who visited this workshop not long ago there was a man who used a folding blade right?”

The woman standing hesitantly in front of Lennok’s workbench said as she held the pistol she had taken out of her arms upside down and placed it on top.

“He is my uncle and he said he was very satisfied when I entrusted him with the work in this workshop.”

“I see.”

“I am picky enough to only give harsh reviews to most services or stores but rarely do I get a lot of praise for this workshop…”

“….”

Is this how you feel when you find out that a seemingly fine customer is actually a malicious reviewer?

In any case the fact that good service leads to good customers was worth accepting positively.

Lennok’s eyes lit up slightly as he accepted the small pistol handed to him by the young woman.

“It’s in very good storage condition. “It seems like I am managing it with great care on a daily basis.”

“that’s right. So I don’t know why the gun doesn’t hit more…”

Looking at the woman sighing with a sullen expression Lennok silently raised his magic power.

Lennok who found the problem then took a small screwdriver and slowly began to dismantle the area around the pistol magazine.

The woman who was watching the scene in front asked in confusion.

“I heard that you don’t usually touch the equipment itself but you touch my equipment yourself?”

“I don’t know why that kind of rumor has become more popular but if there is actually a problem with the equipment it will have to be fixed.”

The woman’s expression became more confused at Lennok’s calm answer.

“Ah so you’re saying there’s actually a problem with my gun? But in other workshops it would never be a problem with the gun itself…”

Is that why I came to visit Lennok where rumors began to circulate that he would look at the equipment and give me advice on my problems and causes?

But Lennok knew that repairing the gun was more important than her lifestyle or attitude.

“That’s it. “It would be a good idea to come inside and try it out.”

As Lennok said that he opened the simple door next to the stall and nodded to the woman.

“I thought it would be more convenient to just build a simple shooting range in the workshop because I was going to have it repaired right away.”

“Well I won’t decline.”

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The woman who entered Lennok’s workshop with a smiling face looked around with curiosity at all the various parts hanging on the wall.

There are various firearms hanging here and there and a blade workshop that gently emits magical power. In one corner of the workshop there is even a blazing furnace and a slightly charred hammer and anvil.

It exudes the smell of a skilled workshop that doesn’t feel like it was made hastily in just a few days.

However what caught the woman’s attention was not the facilities inside the workshop designed by Lennok but the sight of unknown mechanical devices moving constantly and repairing all kinds of firearms on their own.

“That’s amazing. “Once I turn it on is it possible to repair the equipment on its own?”

“Simple tasks such as magazine jams or barrel bending can be fixed through automated processes.”

Lennok answered as if it was no big deal.

“The process itself can be implemented without difficulty as long as you create the necessary program and install it in the device.”

“These days meister-level workshops are said to be proficient in not only magic engineering but also brain engineering and this is my first time seeing that in action.”

“First let’s check the problem by shooting a gun at a simple shooting range.”

Lennok immediately guided the woman to a simple shooting range set up next to the workshop.

When you load a bullet and pull the trigger toward the target the bullet is fired naturally.

bang!!

The woman who saw that the bullet hit the target and split looked around in slight surprise.

“The soundproofing is very good. “The space between the workshop and the simple shooting range is not separated so how can the sound be so quiet?”

“That’s the power of science.”

In reality they just used noise magic to absorb all the noise inside the simple shooting range.

Lennok didn’t even blink and calmly spoke out something that would have come from his father-in-law’s mouth.

After that the woman pulled the trigger a few more times to test the zero point and then nodded as if she was satisfied.

“It doesn’t feel completely fixed but it’s much better than the last few days. “How did you do it?”

“It’s nothing special. “I just replaced the weight inside the gun with a slightly older one.”

“You changed the weight? “I am always replacing it with a new one…”

Lennok finally explained looking at the woman’s reaction that seemed to not yet understand.

“Some of the high-end firearms made through extremely elaborate manufacturing processes are sometimes made so that they can be customized using the user’s inclinations and habits.”

As Lennok said this he made a gesture with one hand that looked like a pendulum swinging.

“Same goes for that gun. “The way you hold the gun the direction in which you lift it and the level of strength you use to hold the barrel and pull the trigger are self-adjusted through the taming of the internal parts to achieve optimal shooting efficiency.”

“I see. “I knew this for the first time.”

“The problem is that not only is it not enough to maintain the gun very frequently but even the weights that should be tailored to the user as the original length increases are also replaced with new ones.”

“ah…!!”

Only then did the woman realize what Lennok meant and let out a small exclamation.

“As time goes by and the parts that are tailored to the user are periodically replaced with new ones they no longer match the senses they have adapted to and while practicing shooting according to the new senses they repeatedly lose their zero point… This is simply due to an individual’s mistake. “It’s not like this.”

Lennok turned his attention to the woman and smiled.

“The person who taught you how to service a gun has deliberately tried to destroy your feel and talent for shooting.”

“Eh… no way.”

Looking at the woman waving her hands with a slightly awkward expression Lennok pulled a nearby chair and sat down.

“You’re a soldier right?”

“…!!!!”

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“If you use such a high-quality handmade firearm and don’t know much about the internal parts you should get the equipment from above and use the specifications. Nevertheless they are people who have excellent physical abilities including shooting skills but are not strong in life or appearance… personnel who have received professional combat training. “I think it might also be from the security department.”

“that….”

“Seeing as they come to the workshop with their faces exposed it seems like they work in an environment where their faces are not often revealed.”

The woman closed her mouth. As if no answer could come to mind to refute that assumption.

Lennok spoke without waiting for time to reply.

“Take a close look at your classmates seniors or those around you who taught you shooting. “At the critical moment one would hope that your bullet will hit the wrong place.”

“….”

“Maybe it’s someone who wants to handle the VIP you are protecting at the hands of a bodyguard.”

The woman who was looking at Lennok with a speechless expression slowly caught her breath and smiled.

“…I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“….”

“But I will definitely remember that advice. Thank you so much.”

She bowed her head and expressed her gratitude and left without revealing her name until the end leaving behind a more generous payment than promised.

Perhaps as Lennok guessed he was a bodyguard or a superhuman belonging to a similar military unit whose identity must not be revealed.

There was room for high praise for the fact that he reacted calmly even though he was hit with a completely unexpected loophole.

“It looks like rumors are slowly starting to spread to Machina’s high-ranking superhumans…”

After working on many people’s equipment over the past few days is it an illusion to be excited about what kind of equipment and circumstances the next customer will bring?

And Lennok’s expectations quickly turned out to be reality.

One by one customers began to come to Lennok’s workshop with behavior that was incomparably more dangerous than before.

* * *

“I was introduced by a customer who stopped by the workshop around 9:46 yesterday.”

The subdued voice of a woman wearing a hood deeper than Lennok’s.

“I heard that you have excellent personal firearm maintenance and modification skills.”

“….”

Did the woman who appeared to be a member of the security department who received consulting from Lenno introduce a new client?

Next to the woman another young man wearing the same hood stood with a smiling expression.

An unusual combination with one person wearing a hood and the other standing with their face exposed.

However unlike the soldiers of yesterday the energy radiating from the bodies of these two people is so sharp that it cannot even be compared.

Appropriate vigilance and prudence thoroughly honed in actual combat. His keen gaze and movements to identify and determine the opponent who surpasses him.

The atmosphere is more dangerous and dangerous than any other customer who has ever visited the workshop.

Lennok nodded without embarrassment.

“Let me show you.”

While holding out her hand and clearing the stand to set down her equipment the hooded woman spoke again.

“Before that I’d like to briefly check your skills. “You’ll be okay right?”

“….”

Lennok stopped his hand at those words and raised his head to look at Hood.

A strange silence between the three people.

The young man standing next to me shook his head and said as if there was nothing he could do.

“It is said that it is a piece of equipment made with a rare modification method so once it is properly maintained it is difficult to repair.”

“I know you are a craftsman from out of town. All I want is whether you have the skills to repair my equipment. “As long as that is confirmed it doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t think that’s the problem….”

“We pay ten times the maintenance cost as previously determined.”

“On second thought it’s not a big problem.”

Lennok who casually changed his words asked as he looked at the two people looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“So what can I do with confirmation?”

Without hesitation Hood took out a small metal artifact from his pocket.

A mechanical craft that appears to be a complex mixture of various mechanical devices and parts.

But it can’t work right away and stops convulsing somewhere along with an uncomfortable noise.

Hood said putting down the item on the workshop workbench as if he was putting down a precious item.

“It is a craft made by the craftsman who modified my equipment. Unfortunately it broke down around the same time making it difficult to use.”

“….”

“If you fix this I think I can at least test my minimal ability to fix my own equipment.”

Instead of answering Lennok quietly picked up the artifact and examined it.

“It’s made up of very sophisticated parts. “It seems like each and every part was made by hand rather than mass-produced…”

Lennok muttered as he calmly checked the internal structure of the craft and the cross-sectional heat treatment method of the parts through magic detection.

The hooded woman nodded.

“Yes I can’t tell you the detailed history or origin due to personal circumstances but-”

“It was created approximately 14 years ago. The metal used is Hollinger Mold Company specifications. “Among ancient works of art this is a form commonly seen in the transition period between the Badora and Glentys styles.”

“….”

“It seems that the craftsman who created this craft was very interested in old relics and history to the extent that he collected parts from mold companies that are no longer in production to create works of art.”

Of course Lennok could never be said to have a deep knowledge of the art of this world but it was a different story if he borrowed the power of the lightning spirit writhing in his arms.

Lennok successfully overpowered Lennok by calmly talking about the ancient art form as if he had known it from the beginning.

Without waiting for Hood to close his mouth Lennok looked further into the structure inside the craft and gave a small exclamation.

“There is space between almost all the parts for the horsepower to pass through. “I think it was expected that it would break down frequently regardless of the level of completeness at the time of production.”

Lennok smiled at the bewildered young man next to him and said as he reassembled the craft and put it down.

“Style of old works of art. Metal parts whose production has been discontinued. Even though he knew it would break down he paid attention to even the smallest detail to repair it. “Even as time passes and your memories fade you want people to pay attention to this item and remember you.”

Click.

The inside of the craft opened on the workbench and the music box that emerged from inside began to play a quiet melody.

A well-known melody in the Southern Continent as a way to express love.

“It seems like you had a romantic lover.”

“….”

The young man who noticed Hood’s silence carefully called her mouth.

“Isabella…?”

“Ujat it’s okay.”

Isabella a woman who interrupted the young man in a calm voice said as she carefully picked up the artifact with her hands.

“Thanks for fixing it. “We also pay separate compensation for this work.”

“thank you.”

She said as she looked at Lennok who took the bundle of bills without showing any expression.

“The equipment he made was all beautiful and delicate but it was prone to breaking down quickly without direct maintenance from him.”

“….”

“I have always lived by the saying that the things you make follow their owner. As they say even though he was a craftsman with excellent manual dexterity he did not live long and left.”

“It’s a shame.”

“Nevertheless he took the user into consideration so carefully at the time of production that many people still use the equipment he made.”

Isabella said that and then lifted her hood and looked at Lennok.

An impression as dry and cold as the voice. However unlike his cold appearance his eyes were a burning red.

Slam!!

Isabella took out something long from inside the thick hood placed it on the workbench and looked at Lennok.

“Can you fix it?”

Instead of answering Lennog stared at Isabella’s gloves.

I noticed it when I first took out the craft but it was still a strange shape in my memory.

A small blue cross engraved on the back of a pitch-black gloved hand.

Maiya Lenslit whom we encountered in the Hanghasa Labyrinth and the Intermediate Settlement also had gloves of a similar shape on her hands.

Maiya Renslit’s origins and current environment called Machine City. The existence of two people who exude a suspiciously dangerous aura.

They still didn’t say anything about who they were but Lennok seemed to know who they were.

He was a bailiff.