Drug-Eating Genius Mage
Chapter 57

“so?”

A gruff voice reverberates through the narrow alley.

“Are you asking me to remodel this revolver?”

The raised eyebrows and beard twitched wildly, as if revealing the displeasure.

An upturned nose as if drunk.

Looking at the man with the face of a drunken man drinking a glass of wine, Lennok replied calmly.

“There are many more specific requirements, but for now, that’s right.”

“hate.”

“What do you mean?”

In response to Lennok’s question, the man threw the revolver he was holding onto the table.

“I don’t touch these little bits of metal. Are you saying there’s a corner for me to touch on a toy like this?”

“Then what is this?”

The man stretched openly and grunted, but shut his mouth when he saw the cutter that Lennok had pulled out of the inside pocket of his coat.

“As far as I know, this cutter must have been remodeled and sold by the old man himself… It’s a very strange thing.”

“…I couldn’t help it because I needed money.”

“That excuse worked.”

Newly purchased revolver from Gun & Barrel.

Unlike the cheap products purchased at a very low price, this time it is a flagship product of a famous firearms company that was purchased with over 400,000 cells.

A handle wrapped in pitch-black leather with a sparkling silver glow. Exquisitely crafted cylinders and hard balls. A straight muzzle.

All of them are better than the products he used before, but in the end, they are useless if you can’t stand the shooting support magic Lennok uses.

However, in order to further improve that part, Lennok came to replace a contractor specializing in weapon modification.

The same man I met on the street the other day.

It took me a while to replace the man’s workshop because I didn’t know his name, but it wasn’t too difficult.

It is such a skill that word of mouth spreads even to unknown bullies. It was easy to replace out because it mainly works in workshops that have spread word of mouth to some extent.

Of course, if he was just looking for a workshop specializing in gunsmithing, he wouldn’t have needed to replace this man… But there was another reason why Lennok deliberately went out of his way to replace him.

cooong!

“Then you can remodel this thing as well.”

Lennok put down the load on his back with a more relaxed face and said,

Realizing that it was a double-barreled shotgun made of heavy metal, the old man writhed and looked up at Lennok.

“…..you. You’ve been acting like you’ve entrusted me with something. What is the reason?”

“Isn’t that what I’m saying because I literally owed you the old man?”

“I’m seeing you for the second time today?”

Instead of answering, Lennok tapped the cutter in his hand with his long index finger.

“Dike.”

flinch!

“I think you probably don’t know this name.”

The day Killian first visited Jenny’s bar.

After seeing this cutting machine, the company said that it was firmly clinging to the old man.

It was obvious who Killian was talking about, given that the man had seen Lennok’s cutter and said it was his own.

Lennok hadn’t cared too much about this trivial coincidence, but he hadn’t forgotten either.

Shouldn’t we make the most of what is available?

“Panoa Kylian Mana Dustin…”

The man’s shoulders twitched as he brought out the names he knew.

Now the man’s face was even a faint fear.

“……Was it from the company? come replace me?”

“If so, would you be having a comfortable conversation with the old man like this right now? I just wanted to let you know.”

said Lennok with a grin.

“The fact that I worked with your friends for a while and got to know them.”

“…….”

“I think you will know by now how trustworthy a customer I am for not telling those friends even though I knew of the old man’s existence.”

“Fuck yeah!”

The man screamed with a face that gave up everything.

“I lost, you bastard. Can you remodel these two to your liking?”

“Of course, but not bare-mouthed.”

Saying that, Lennok took out a bundle of bills from his bosom and gently set them down on the workbench.

Confirming that the man’s eyes widened slightly, Lennok said with a slight smile.

“It doesn’t matter how much money it costs, so please make it as good as possible.”

After entrusting the goods to the man, I check the signboard again as I leave the studio.

It’s Palmer’s Workshop… It must be the name of that man who hasn’t been properly spoken out until now.

It is a skillful resource that has been involved in the development team of Dyke.

Considering that the Dyke Corporation began to grow in size as an industrial tool business, Palmer’s skills might be more than Lennok thought.

‘First of all, firearms are over…. Next is consumables.’

Lennok’s level of magic continues to grow stronger as he goes through numerous fierce battles, but he has no intention of giving up his auxiliary equipment.

No matter how powerful and flexible Lenok’s magic was, the usefulness of a firearm that emitted high-density firepower at a low cost was not an advantage that could be easily discarded.

It’s not for nothing that freelancers like Dylan and Mila carry guns as auxiliary equipment even with their physical abilities.

In addition, considering the usefulness of the shooting assist magic, the damage Lenok would gain by giving up the gun was far below the gain of being lighter.

‘Improving the shooting assist magic is also proceeding smoothly… If I do well, it won’t be difficult to save a lot of mana.’

Various applications that could not be attempted due to lack of know-how or amount of magical power.

Now that I have enchantment, it is possible to actively use various types of auxiliary magic, not just limited to shooting.

The higher you climb, the faster the view changes.

Compared to the time when I escaped the factory with an old pistol, there are countless things I can do right now.

With his mind busy, Lennok quickly made his way through the crowded street.