Drug-Eating Genius Mage
Chapter 608

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 608

Suspicious Engineer (6)

The borderline between the workshop district and the factory district where cogwheels are constantly turning.

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

As Lennok approached the front of the van, the passenger’s window opened and a man in sunglasses peeked out from inside.

He glanced Lennok’s face up and down, then asked indifferently.

“Lyman. Right?”

“… … Lyman?”

Darby whispered in her arms just in time as Lennok tilted his head at the unfamiliar name.

[This is the name of the original owner of the workshop the Master borrowed.]

“… … .”

Is it the name of the father-in-law who died after being dispatched with Mouser as an envoy to the Machine City?

Isabella seems to have put her hands behind her back, but it seems that she has handled Lennok’s identity in the way that a missing person has been returned.

A man stretched out his hand through the window.

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

Beep!!

“The bailiff has a record of viewing the ticket information. Your identity has been confirmed, so get on.”

“… … .”

If Lennok hadn’t canceled the automatic interception ceremony just in time, the man would have been reduced to ashes by the discharge of lightning on the spot.

But Lennok didn’t bother to express his displeasure, and instead quietly got into the van with the back door open.

As soon as he gets inside, two men in suits sitting on either side of him firmly hold Lennok’s arms and place an eyepatch over his head.

The arms of the two men holding both arms felt the coldness of steel, not the rigidity of muscle.

Realizing that they were cyborgs with parts of their bodies converted into machines, Lennok opened his mouth while wearing an eyepatch.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I know you received a separate word from the executioner.”

“That is true.”

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

The man in the passenger seat said in a cold tone.

“Because we’ll take care of it so we can meet the Commissioner.”

“… … .”

While Lennok was silent, the van started up and felt as if it were moving slowly forward.

Does it mean that he will block the way to meet the commissioner from knowing?

But Lennok could remember every time and place the van turned and which blocks it passed without having to raise its horsepower sense.

‘It’s going around the same distance for the fourth time.’

That was Lennok’s conclusion in the rumbling van.

In order to confuse your senses, you deliberately change directions randomly, enter and reverse the streets, and twist the route.

Lennok, who has memorized all the street maps in this area, has the location of the van he is riding in real time.

‘Didn’t I have the intention of going far from the beginning?’

If it was really to deceive the way to the place where the committee members are, there is no time to go around one place like this.

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

Ex Machina’s commissioner had arrived at the Workshop District to meet Lennok from the beginning.

Weing… … !!

The van deliberately turned round and entered the underground parking lot of a shabby, remote abandoned building.

The door opened, and Lennok, following the guidance of those holding his arms, started walking along the hallway that smelled refreshing.

Even though I came inside along the underground parking lot inside the abandoned building, I can feel the fresh air instead of the musty smell.

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

As Lennok thought, the soft carpet and rug alternately stepped on his feet, and the soft light of a lantern penetrated through his eyepatch.

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

“What about your belongings?”

“doesn’t exist.”

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

“First of all, since you are not a person with physical abilities, you will not have any ability to harm you.”

“good.”

While holding Lennok’s arm, did he check his basic physical abilities and judged that he wouldn’t be harmed?

They laughed at their misunderstanding, but Lennok calmly waited instead of expressing it.

If you are a superhuman with advanced system enough to work as an artisan, your fighting ability is undoubtedly not strong.

In addition, if the physical ability itself is at a low level, it cannot be said that they are wrong in thinking that they will not be dangerous even if they meet alone.

Squeak… … !!

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

As I slowly walked forward to the sound of the door opening, the air touching my skin changed dramatically with the warm wind.

Clap!

With the sound of a door closing behind him, Lennok removed his blindfold, his arms free.

A candle lighting up a dark room. An old man sat staring at Lennok in front of a dimly lit table.

A woman stands behind the old man as quietly as a ghost.

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

It was a risky atmosphere, as if he were going to use his hand at any moment if he showed even the slightest strange signs.

However, Lennok ignored the woman’s coy gaze and pulled the chair across from the old man and sat down.

The old man stared blankly at Lennok and then quietly opened his mouth.

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

“sorry.”

Lennok answered without batting an eye.

“Because I haven’t learned how to be polite to the members of the Ex Machina committee.”

“… … .”

I felt that the gaze of the woman standing behind the old man became stronger.

However, the old man waved his hand lightly at the woman, apparently understanding Lennok’s answer.

“I know artisans don’t like ostentation. I want to judge that ability once I see it.”

“You mean judgment?”

“You may have heard the explanation from the bailiff, but I am looking for craftsmen who are skilled enough to participate in the meister selection ceremony.”

The old man’s eyes shone coldly.

“To be precise, we need someone to represent the machine head and raise the face to some extent.”

“… … .”

Mechanohead Ironheart Warhammer.

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

The fact that the Ex Machinas had been divided into three factions that had been fighting for a long time was well known, so Lennok was not surprised.

“So, regardless of origin or background, if you are a craftsman with great skills enough to leave a strong impression at the selection ceremony… … I am willing to have them participate in the selection ceremony under the authority of this member.”

The old man asked directly to Lennok, who was silent.

“The bailiff reports that you have the ability to handle things in a unique way different from other artisans.”

“… … .”

“Executive Officer Isabella is a warrior who is quick to behave and has a good eye to the extent that she maintains a middle ground even in the midst of ex-Machina political strife. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have even come to see you in this shabby lower workshop area.”

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

In response to that gesture, the woman pulled out an old pistol from her bosom, pushed it across the table, and set it down in front of Lennok.

“Show your abilities to that pistol with just the stuff in this room. Would one chance be enough?”

Represent your faction in the Meister Selection Ceremony and get good grades.

Demonstrate your ability to participate in the selection ceremony.

Both were just guesses from the moment I thought I might be meeting the Ex Machina Commissioner.

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

Without a screwdriver, hammer, or even a simple knife, Lennok didn’t know what to show for it, but instead of complaining, Lennok picked up his pistol.

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

“It is heavy.”

“so?”

“Even when the magazine, including the bullets, is completely empty, it still weighs a lot. Evidence of the considerable weight of the metal itself used in its construction.”

Lennok nodded as he pulled the slide once and looked inside.

“Irregular bumps and incoherent fricative sounds. However, the finish and processing of the metal itself are very neat.”

“I’m not asking you to explain the history of the pistol, but I know how you’ll maintain it… … .”

“A pistol made for ceremonial use, not for actual combat.”

said Lennok, turning the pistol upside down and sweeping the dusty backside.

“Nevertheless, the appearance is dirty and worn, probably because the decorations and paint on the pistol have been removed.”

“… … .”

Lennok stood up from his seat, leaving the old man silent with a mysterious look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Since the old man said to use the items in the room, there is no reason to decline.

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

From the fire hydrant hanging on one side of the wall to the dusty outlet hole.

Clap!!

Without hesitation, I unplugged the old radio’s metal antenna and plugged it into the hole in the wire outlet.

The two frowned at the sight of Lennok carrying metal with his bare hands and bringing it to the outlet, but surprisingly, Lennok did not get electrocuted on the spot.

I was electrocuted through an outlet hole, and the hot metal antenna was inserted into the muzzle of an old pistol.

Chi profit!!

The metal at the tip of the heated antenna emitted a strange sound and faint smoke from inside the muzzle.

But Lennok casually held onto the metal end with his bare hands and opened his mouth.

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

Click.

Lennok laughed as he slowly pulled the tip of the antenna out of the barrel.

“I think that’s probably because the gun itself is an important piece of evidence or because it leaves an indelible mark on it.”

“… … .”

The tip of the antenna that had been heated and pushed into the barrel. The tip of the metal that melted in the heat was covered with a dark red bloody crust that could not be hidden.

Lennok said, leaving the antenna upright on the table.

“Pistols made for ceremonial use are usually designed to use blank rounds, so they are not very lethal. You can use live ammunition, but if you want to kill someone, you might have to push it deep into the pit of the stomach and pull the trigger.”

“… … .”

“But when you kill someone like that, you can’t avoid leaving traces all the way to the deepest part of the barrel. Even if you remove all the decorations and paints with bloodstains and remove the traces, if you forcibly melt and rub the deep part of the muzzle like this, the remaining bloodstains will come out.”

Lennok asked, looking back at the silent committee member.

“I think this pistol itself has a conservation ceremony, so if the prototype is damaged, the military will be contacted immediately.”

“that… … .”

“So I can understand why you wanted to borrow the hand of an artisan to remodel a pistol and put it to the test while obliterating any traces of it.”

Plug the antenna into the outlet once more and melt the tip. Place it on top of the tightened screw on the pistol.

The metal tip of the antenna, which had been heated and slightly melted, hardened along the screw crack and turned into a simple screwdriver enough to unscrew the screw.

Lennok began disassembling the pistol without difficulty through it.

Click click!!

“Found it.”

Pistol magazine deep inner spring.

Realizing that the metal surface of the spring had very fine spell scripts engraved on it, Lennok created magic and crushed the spell script.

Faaaa!!

The impact caused the magic letter to glow brightly, and I tried to launch it somewhere using the wave of magical energy as a signal, but

Lennok instantly stretched out his will and grabbed the wave and tore it up as it was, and it disappeared as a weak echo.

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

Lennok, who stood at the center of the phenomenon, casually put the pistol down on the table and said,

“Since the preservation technique itself has been erased, there will be no traces left even if this pistol is discarded.”

“… … .”

The old man, who had been looking at Lennok without saying anything, reached out and slowly grabbed the pistol.

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

soooo good!!

A monstrous grip capable of crushing a solid ceremonial pistol with bare hands.

Lennok didn’t react to the scene, which looked like a show of force, and quietly sat down across from the old man again.

The old man, who hadn’t said anything for a while, spoke quietly to Lennok.

“The reason Executor Isabella recommended you was in a completely different place.”

Lenok’s biggest true value as a craftsman is not his manufacturing or maintenance skills.

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

A sharp deduction ability that allows him to see through and look into the user, not the equipment.

The Council member soon realized that he had a talent for not just fixing equipment, but getting to the heart of a problem.

The old man stared at Lennok with a thoughtful expression.

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

“… … .”

Having already completely destroyed the evidence, come now and try to guess who the owner of the handgun is.

But as Lennok pondered the memories of handling the pistol, he was able to guess the clues one by one and come to a conclusion.

“I wouldn’t have been a professionally trained soldier.”

said Lennok, looking pensive.

“The retention of the magazine, including the internal spring, is not very good. It must mean that it was only carried for ceremonial purposes and had no use at all.”

“hmm.”

“A high-ranking person who always carries a pistol for ceremonial purposes, yet has no combat training. A position where even if you kill someone, others will destroy the evidence.”

Lennok nodded.

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

“… … .”

Not only the old man but also the silent attendant were looking at Lennok with their eyes slightly wide open.