Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 608



The Genius Wizard Who Takes Medicine Episode 608

Suspicious Engineer (6)

The border between the workshop district and the factory district where gears constantly turn.

A black van parked in a shabby remote alley between small waterways.

As soon as Lennok approached the front of the van the passenger window opened and a man wearing sunglasses stuck his head out.

He looked Lennok’s face up and down and asked in an indifferent tone.

“Lyman. “Right?”

“…Lyman?”

The moment Lennok tilted his head at that unfamiliar name Dabi whispered in his arms just in time.

[This is the name of the original owner of the workshop the master rented.]

“….”

Is this the name of the craftsman who died while being dispatched as an internal mission to the Machine City along with Mouser?

It looks like Isabella took some effort to resolve Lennok’s identity as if the missing person had returned.

A man stretched out his hand beyond the window.

An image of a man roughly grabbing Lennok’s wrist and scanning it with a barcode reader-like machine in his arms.

Beep!!

“There is a record of the ticket information being viewed by the bailiff. “Your identity has been confirmed so get on.”

“….”

If Lennok had not canceled the automatic interception technique just in time the man would have been reduced to ashes by the discharge of electricity on the spot.

However rather than showing his displeasure Lennok calmly got into the van with the back door open.

As soon as he got inside two men in suits sitting on either side firmly held Lennok’s arms and placed a blindfold on his head.

The arms of the two men holding each other felt not like the strength of their muscles but the coldness of steel.

Lennok who realized that they were cyborgs whose body parts had been converted into machines opened his mouth while wearing an eyepatch.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I believe I received separate instructions from the bailiff.”

“That’s true.”

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“Then don’t say anything and just wait.”

The man sitting in the passenger seat spoke in a cold tone.

“We will take care of it so that you can meet the committee member.”

“….”

While Lennok was silent he felt the van start and slowly move forward.

Does this mean that they will block anyone from knowing the route to meet the committee member?

However Lennok was able to remember exactly when and where the van turned and what blocks it passed without having to increase his magic sense.

‘This is the fourth time I’ve been going around the same street since a while ago.’

That was Lennok’s conclusion in the constantly rattling motion of the van.

In order to confuse the senses the route is deliberately changed randomly entering and leaving various parts of the street and twisting the route.

Lennok who has memorized all the street maps of the area is recording the location of his van in real time in his mind.

‘You didn’t intend to go far from the beginning.’

If it was really to lie about the route to the committee member’s location there would be no time to go around one place so persistently.

That is proof that the member of the Supreme Council who called Lennok is not far away.

The members of Ex Machina had arrived at the workshop district from the beginning to meet Lennok.

Weeing…!!

The van deliberately turned around the road and entered the underground parking lot of a shabby and isolated abandoned building.

The door opened and Lennok following the guidance of those holding his arms got down and began walking along the refreshing-smelling hallway.

Even though I entered the building through the underground parking lot inside the abandoned building I could feel the clean fresh air instead of the musty smell.

‘Is it a hidden hideaway or a space close to a villa?’

While Lennok was thinking that his toes were stepping on soft carpets and rugs alternately and the soft light of a lamp was seeping in through the blindfold.

As soon as he stopped in front of a certain door a man with a sharp voice asked.

“What are your belongings?”

“doesn’t exist.”

The answer came from the cyborg holding Lennok’s left arm.

“First of all since he is not physically capable he will not have any abilities that could cause harm.”

“good.”

While he was holding on to Lennok’s arm he checked his basic physical abilities and decided that he wouldn’t be in any harm.

Their illusion made them laugh out loud but Lennok waited patiently instead of bothering to reveal the fact.

If you are a deep-level superhuman capable of working as a craftsman your combat ability will definitely not be strong.

Moreover if their physical ability itself is at a low level it cannot be said that they were wrong in judging that it would not be dangerous to talk alone with the committee member.

Squeak…!!

As I waited quietly I felt the restraints holding my arms loosen and a hand pushing my back.

As I slowly walked forward to the sound of the door opening the air on my skin suddenly changed with the warm wind.

Slam!

With the sound of the door closing behind him Lennok with both arms free took off his blindfold.

A candle illuminates a dark room. An old man was sitting quietly in front of a table with a dim lantern hanging on it looking at Lennok.

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A woman stands silently like a ghost behind the old man.

It’s hard to see because the impression is blurry but its momentum is very sharp.

It was a dangerous atmosphere as if they would take action at any moment if there was even the slightest sign of something strange.

However Lennok ignored the woman’s subtle gaze and pulled out a chair across from the old man and sat down.

The old man looked at Lennog blankly and then quietly opened his mouth.

“I never told you to take off your blindfold and sit down.”

“sorry.”

Lennok answered without blinking.

“Because I didn’t learn how to show courtesy to the members of Ex Machina.”

“….”

I felt like the gaze of the woman standing behind the old man became stronger for a moment.

However the old man seemed to be somewhat convinced by Lennok’s answer and lightly waved his hand towards the woman.

“I know that craftsmen do not like ostentation. “I want to judge it after seeing its abilities.”

“You mean judgment?”

“You may have heard the explanation from the bailiff but I am looking for a craftsman skilled enough to participate in the Meister selection ceremony.”

The old man’s eyes shone coldly.

“To be precise we need someone who can stand up for Machine Head to some extent.”

“….”

Machine Head Steelheart Warhammer.

A faction named after the three concepts revered as the most important values ​​in Machina.

The fact that Ex Machina had been divided into three factions and had been engaged in political strife for a long time was quite well known so Lennok was not that surprised.

“Therefore regardless of origin or background any craftsman with outstanding skills that can leave a strong impression at the selection ceremony… is willing to have him or her participate in the selection ceremony under the authority of this committee member.”

The old man asked Lennok who remained silent directly.

“The bailiff’s report said that you have the ability to handle things in a unique way different from other craftsmen.”

“….”

“Executive Isabella is a military officer who is quick-witted and sharp-eyed enough to maintain a neutral stance even among the political conflicts in Ex Machina. “If it weren’t for her I wouldn’t have even come to this shabby lower workshop district to see you.”

The old man nodded and tapped the table with his wrinkled fingers.

In response to the gesture the woman took out an old pistol from her pocket pushed it onto the table and placed it in front of Lennok.

“Show your skills with that pistol using only the items in this room. “One chance is enough right?”

Participate in the meister selection ceremony on behalf of your faction and get good grades.

Show off your abilities to participate in the selection ceremony.

Both of these were just guesses from the moment I thought I might meet the Ex Machina member.

But now Lennok is bare handed without any tools needed for maintenance.

I didn’t know what he was asking me to show without a screwdriver a hammer or even a simple knife but instead of complaining Lennok picked up a pistol.

As soon as he grabbed it with one hand and lifted it up Lennok opened his mouth.

“It’s heavy.”

“so?”

“Even though the magazine including bullets is completely empty it still weighs a lot. “Evidence that the weight of the metal itself used in production was considerable.”

Lennok nodded pulling the slide once and looking inside.

“Irregular bumps and inconsistent friction sounds. However the finishing and processing of the metal itself is very clean.”

“I’m not asking you to explain the history of the pistol but you know how to maintain this pistol…”

“A pistol made for ceremonial purposes not actual combat.”

Lennok said as he turned the pistol upside down and swept the dusty back of it.

“Nevertheless the reason it looks dirty and worn is probably because the decorations and paint attached to the pistol were removed.”

“….”

Lennok stood up leaving the old man silent with a mysterious expression on his face that made it hard to tell what he was thinking.

The old man said to use the items in the room so there is no reason to refuse.

An old radio and an old cell phone on a shelf and a safe located on one side of the wall.

Even the fire hydrant hanging on one side of the wall and the outlet hole where dust had accumulated.

Slam!!

Without hesitation I pulled out the metal antenna from the old radio and inserted it into the electrical outlet hole.

The two people frowned at the sight of Lennok holding a metal object with his bare hands and putting it into an outlet but surprisingly Lennok was not electrocuted on the spot.

All I did was insert the heated metal antenna which was electrocuted through the outlet hole into the muzzle of an old pistol.

Cheap!!

The heated metal tip of the antenna made a strange sound and gave off faint smoke inside the gun’s muzzle.

But Lennok held the metal end with his bare hand without thinking and opened his mouth.

“The reason why the pistol which was made for ceremonial use has not been disposed of yet even though all the decorations have been removed. Nevertheless the reason why it was airlifted was to be used as a test for this incident.”

Click.

Lennok laughed as he slowly pulled the end of the antenna out of the gun.

“I think that’s probably because this gun itself is important evidence or leaves an indelible mark.”

“….”

The tip of the antenna was heated to its peak and pushed into the muzzle. The edge of the metal which had melted in the heat was covered with dark red blood that could not be hidden.

Lennok said leaving the antenna standing on the table.

“Pistols made for ceremonial purposes are usually designed to use blank bullets so they do not have strong lethality. You can use live ammunition but if you want to kill someone you may have to push it deep into the solar plexus and pull the trigger.”

“….”

“But when you kill someone like that it’s inevitable that traces will remain deep inside the barrel of the gun. Even if you remove all the decorations and paint stains and remove traces if you forcibly melt and rub the deep part of the muzzle like this the remaining blood stains are bound to come out.”

Lennok asked looking back at the silent committee member.

“I think this pistol itself has a preservation technique applied to it so the military will be contacted as soon as its original form is damaged.”

“that….”

“So it is understandable that you wanted to test your skills by modifying a pistol with the help of a craftsman and eliminating any traces.”

Plug the antenna into the outlet one more time and melt the end. Place it on the tightened screw on the pistol.

The heated and slightly melted metal end of the antenna hardens along the crack of the screw and turns into a simple screwdriver that can be used to loosen the screw.

Lennok began to disassemble the pistol without difficulty.

Click click!!

“I found it.”

A spring deep inside a pistol magazine.

Lennok who realized that the metal surface of the spring had very detailed magic characters engraved on it used his magic power to crush the magic characters.

Paaaa!!

Due to the impact the magical character glowed brightly and tried to use the magic wave as a signal to shoot it somewhere.

Lennok instantly extended his will and caught the wave and tore it to pieces disappearing as a helpless echo.

A strange phenomenon where a strong light appears in a room and then disappears in an instant.

Lennok who was standing at the center of the phenomenon casually put his pistol down on the table and said.

“Now that the preservation technique itself has been erased there will be no trace left when this pistol is disposed of.”

“….”

The old man who was looking at Lennok without saying a word stretched out his hand and slowly grabbed the pistol.

The old man who was looking at it passed the pistol to the attendant who crushed the pistol with both hands.

Uddudduk!!

A monster-like grip that crushes a sturdy ceremonial pistol with his bare hands.

Despite the sight that seemed like a show of force Lennok did not react and quietly sat down across from the old man again.

The old man who had not said anything for a while spoke quietly to Lennok.

“Executor Isabella recommended you for a completely different reason.”

Lennok’s greatest value as a craftsman is not his manufacturing or maintenance skills themselves.

Strong intuition and sensitivity that allows you to clearly see what has happened through the condition and history of the equipment.

Through this he has a sharp reasoning ability that allows him to see through and look into the user not the equipment.

The council members quickly realized that he had a talent for not only fixing equipment but also getting to the heart of the problem.

The old man stared at Lennoc as if he was lost in thought and asked.

“Can you guess who the owner of this pistol was?”

“….”

You’ve already completely destroyed the evidence and now you’re trying to guess who owns the pistol?

However as Lennok pondered the memory of handling the pistol he was able to piece together the clues one by one and come to a conclusion.

“He was probably not a professionally trained soldier.”

Lennok said with a thoughtful expression.

“The state of preservation of the magazine including the internal spring was not very good. This means that it was really only carried around for ceremonial purposes and had no use at all.”

“hmm.”

“He is in a high-ranking position to the point where he carries a ceremonial pistol at all times but he is of such a status that he does not receive any combat training. Even if you kill someone others will destroy the evidence.”

Lennok nodded.

“It’s not every day or two that children of those in power cause incidents.”

“….”

Not only the old man but also the attendant who was standing silently was looking at Lennok with slightly widened eyes.