Drug-Eating Genius Mage – 89



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“Then it’s over.”

“okay.”

“Are you okay with this?”

The man wearing glasses glanced down as he said that.

Dozens of warlocks and programmers who had been moving in unison just moments ago were mixed together and waiting for something.

Craig nodded slowly as he looked down at the scenery with the man.

It was a refreshing experience for him who had lived as an elder in black magic to see experts from two completely different fields mixing together and working toward one goal.

If we had met a little earlier and in a different location we might have been able to produce much better results than we have now.

Now it was meaningless.

“Those friends end up leaving here without knowing anything.”

“I was planning on doing that from the beginning.”

Craig answered in a heavy voice.

“Even if you know it deeply it is knowledge that can only end up being a sin.”

“Isn’t this something you should say in front of me who worships that sin as a god?”

“…I don’t understand fanatics. “Can you say you are fanatic because you can say that about your own doctrine?”

The attitude of a man who worships an incomprehensible being called disaster as a religion but actually contemplates himself is truly bizarre.

Craig’s eyes naturally turned to the small pendant hanging around the man’s neck.

Inside the pendant the image of a huge dragon with a shark’s head was engraved in minute detail.

“well.”

The man said with a grin.

“I guess I can’t stop having an affair by giving up my trust for a while just for the fun of looking at a fire moth like you.”

“……”

Craig couldn’t deny that so instead of responding he kept his mouth shut.

“Anyway it’s good. In exchange for the data obtained through this experiment and the data on how the artificial realm develops… I personally guarantee the safety of those friends.”

okay. This is enough.

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The remaining processes are now the only things he can do on his own.

Now that the plan has gone sour there is no reason to make more unnecessary sacrifices.

This all started with Craig’s stubbornness from the beginning.

“It’s time. We should leave before Evelyn Marcia comes. If we get tangled up with that monster our missionary work in the Balkans will also be hindered.”

An archer who is considered to have the sharpest teeth among the city government’s hunting dogs.

It is no exaggeration to say that from the moment she appeared in person the success of the plan became completely uncertain.

“It was a mistake. “I never expected that a superhuman like her would get involved in this… I guess slush funds were the problem after all.”

“Wouldn’t you say so?”

A man who speaks leisurely as if it were someone else’s business.

Just as Craig was about to answer with a wry smile.

[Let’s solve the problem appropriately and finish it quickly right?]

Someone’s voice echoed loudly throughout the cavity.

It was Jaun Odis the leader of Falcion.

[The kids left behind at the base won’t last long. Even taking time has its limits.]

“…..You’re pretty good too.”

Although Zaun Odis seems to value his comrades the people he considers comrades are concentrated in a very small number of people.

To him the other members of Falcion are nothing more than chess pieces that can be sacrificed for money.

…No wasn’t that what Craig who offered him a deal and lent his power would say?

“Then I will leave here.”

As the man pushed up his glasses and simultaneously took out his cell phone and typed a text message it wasn’t long before something strange began to happen in the community.

Gigi Gigi Geek….!!

With a strange sound as if steel was being twisted one side of the cavity opened wide and a completely different scene from the cavity began to appear inside.

Craig realizing what that phenomenon meant wiggled his eyebrows.

‘Transfer technique… To use it without any warning like this.’

A space-type technique that can move large groups of dozens or more people.

In order to use it in general the man was able to do something that was barely possible through elaborate processes at both the departure and destination points and through enormous amounts of money and money.

It would be more reasonable to think that the man borrowed the power of something rather than his own power which had no magical power or power.

And there was no need to say that that something was the power of fanaticism they believed in.

“Now Elder…!”

“You must come back!!”

Craig raised the corners of his mouth as he looked at the warlocks calling out to him with earnest expressions before entering the cracked space.

“Don’t worry.”

When I thought it was the last time lying no longer felt painful.