Drug-Eating Genius Mage
Chapter 613

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 613

Selection Ceremony (5)

‘Anyway, even if I repair the artifact perfectly, I can’t take the horse gun.’

Teremer’s end is a relic of Machina that exists in the Machine City’s Simseong Hall. Strictly speaking, the ownership belongs to them.

Even if Lennok heard the story of WORLD 2.0 and claimed ownership of the horse gun, it would sound like the nonsense of a madman.

However, if you use force to get your hands on the horse gun right away, you will lose the means to replace out the secret of Kaise and Ascension Gate.

That’s why, instead of being stubborn to fix the artifact perfectly or get it right away, Lenok deliberately failed to maintain it by showing the true face of the horse gun.

In that they discovered a new possibility of the horse gun, other artisans would also belatedly try to touch it.

In the end, if he found out that Lennok was the only one who could repair the gun, he would inevitably have no choice but to entrust the gun to Lennok again.

In order to predict and prepare for that moment in advance, Lennok left the pentarect in Teremer’s demise.

Received as a gift from Myung, the pentarect was an artifact that perfectly synchronized with Lennok’s magical power through repeated use.

It is an object that does not function when touched by anyone other than Lenok.

‘Where is Darby Pentarect now?’

[The last signal was sent 8 hours ago, and the signal was cut off at the seawall inside the center of Makina’s core.

]

[It seems very likely that the artifact is stored in a barrier or space that can block all traces of the artifact.]

“… … .”

There must be a space called Simseonggwan that stores artifacts inside the sea storage wall.

Even if the signal is lost right now, it is not difficult to track the location when the distance is closer later.

For now, the fact that he wrote down his hand so that the location of the horse gun can be traced is enough.

Lennok did not stop there, but turned his thoughts toward the vague question that began with Teremer’s death.

‘Kwon and horse musketeer. Either way, these two professions are undoubtedly closely related to the secrets of the old world.’

The two classes Lennok chose to play in World 1.0 and 2.0.

Knowing that in some way it has left a strong mark and memory in this Third World, it is necessary to check it out for yourself no matter what.

Even more so, among the relics of the Old World, which rarely exist in their intact form, the fact that such high-end equipment is kept relatively intact.

‘It’s not a coincidence. It’s possible that the equipment was used by one of the two… … .’

Due to his experiences at the Guido Order’s Far East Branch, Lennok knew that the leader was related to him, but he was

n’t sure who the other person was.

No, should I say that I am hesitant to draw a hasty conclusion even though I guess who it might be?

We can still only vaguely guess why they are still in this world and where the truth lies.

Although I have never doubted that this world is a living, breathing reality.

Then, why does the memory and history of the world exist in the same way as the data of the game called WORLD?

What part of the game Lennok played brought him to where he is today?

In this world full of delusion and doubt, the only trace that only a few people, including Lennok, can recognize is right inside the sea barrier.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t obtain the title of Meister, but if it’s the price of chasing Teremer’s end, he has no choice but to accept it.

After reaching that conclusion, Lennok poured the glass Mouser had handed him into his mouth and stood up.

“I did my best in what I could do. There is no need to hold onto unsolvable concerns for a long time.”

“… … hehe yeah I don’t know who aged backwards.”

As soon as he heard Lennok’s words, his shoulders trembled, and Mouser, who had been silent for a long time, finally answered.

Surprisingly, did the answer come to mind?

“Then what are you going to do from now on? Will you continue working in the workshop?”

Mouser looked back at Lennok, who was making his way to the workbench with a drunken red face.

“It’s as if the meisters directly acknowledged your remodeling skills at the selection ceremony, so there will be a lot more customers looking for you.”

But Lennok shook his head, wiping the dust off the workbench with a dry towel.

“no. I intend to stop being a craftsman for a few days.”

“Eh? Why?”

“I got used to the remodeling process to some extent while touching various pieces of equipment.”

Clap!!

Lennok said, taking out the shape of a white revolver from his bosom and stroking it.

“Then why don’t you take care of my equipment soon?”

“… … .”

Mouser, who belatedly understood what Lennok was saying, shook his head with a dumbfounded expression.

“My God, so all your tinkering with other people’s equipment was just a test bed to test your skills?”

“Isn’t it a bit like the word test bed?”

thud!!

Lennok laughed as he set down various firearms, one by one, in his arms, including a revolver and a giant sniper rifle heavy machine gun.

“Please say that it was part of various experiences to get closer to the essence of craftsmanship.”

“Anyway, wizards… … .”

That said, but at this point even Mauser didn’t know what refurbishment meant.

The fact that servicing a gun itself may lead to the use of the gun.

Lennok was already preparing to move in a different way from doing artisan work.

Mouser sighed and stared at the firearm that Lennok was constantly pulling out. His eyes dimly lit up when he saw the shotgun Lennok had pulled out.

“This… … It’s something I gave you.”

A magic-charged shotgun designed to be used without adding power or changing magazines by charging magic.

This is a special item given to Mouser as a token of gratitude for saving his life against pandemonium at the West Continent Branch of the Blaber Magic Tower.

At that time, I handed over the two guns, but Evelyn said that I didn’t need them, so Lennok converted them into double barrels through the hands of Palmer, a craftsman staying in the Balkans.

“I remember the principle of the rechargeable battery and the serial number. Is my memory correct?”

“Ah, I have been using it since then. Indeed, it is a wonderful item worthy of a craftsman in the Machine City.”

“Right… … . You mean that?”

Mouser was very pleased that Lennok was still using and preserving the gift he had given him.

Mouser, who was patting the place with a recharged shotgun, murmured.

“The form has changed a little. It was converted to a double barrel. Is this part of the firearm modification you are talking about?”

“Similar. To be precise, it’s more like refining the ability of a firearm so that it can produce extreme performance on a fast-paced battlefield… … .”

Answered Lennok, who deftly unloaded the revolver’s magazine and set the parts down on the workbench.

“Even if the efficiency is somewhat lowered in the process, it is undergoing modification to specialize the advantages of each firearm.”

“Hmm, so this rechargeable shotgun has also been converted to a double barrel… … .”

The expression of Mouser, who was fingering the shotgun with a slightly sober face, had returned to a serious expression.

“Originally, in the case of rechargeable shotguns, they are not made with double barrels. This is because the efficiency of magic power reduction decreases considerably the moment the muzzle is doubled.”

“… … .”

“But it is also true that barrel extension is the answer to increase single-shot power. Considering that, I think I know what kind of remodeling you’re aiming for… … .”

Mouser stroked his chin and smiled.

“Fun. For the customers who visit you, you have been handling the most efficient maintenance and remodeling in parallel, but your equipment is trying to expand into extreme specialization that is far from efficiency.”

“Everybody needs different gear for different situations.”

Lennok smiled and looked away.

“More than that, you know to some extent how I run the studio.”

“You’re more sensible and bolder than any wizard I’ve ever known.”

Mouser replied as if he was not surprised.

“Such a magician came to Makina out of nowhere and said he was going to run a workshop, but wouldn’t it be a huge loss to your life if you didn’t watch it from the side?”

Is it because he has already reached the level of a master craftsman, even though he was close to being drunk just a moment ago, he regains his sanity the moment he touches the equipment?

Mouser shook his shoulders, looking as if he had been sober before he knew it, looked around and grabbed the hammer hanging from the wall.

“good.”

thud!!

Standing in front of a simple workbench in front of the furnace, he said, dipping his tongs into the fire with his familiar hands.

“Now that it’s like this, I’ll help you with your renovation.”

“… … Are you okay?”

“I’ve been watching you for a while, and your senses and ideas are really good, but your metallurgical proficiency isn’t very high.”

Mouser nodded.

“Wouldn’t it be helpful just for me to make and fix the parts you need for your modification?”

“I am not wrong, but… … ”

If Lennock entrusts it to Mouser, a skilled artisan, instead of making the parts himself, the process and labor time required for modification can be greatly reduced.

In addition, it will be possible to replace the optimal result by making various attempts that cannot be made with existing parts.

It’s just that Mouser is formally involved in Lennok’s problems, and it’s relatively like leaving Mouser with all the chores.

During the remodeling process, no matter what parts Lennok asks for and manufacturing, he will have to go through various trials and errors after being confirmed in various processes.

It was surprising that Mouser willingly volunteered to help Lennok even though he couldn’t have known about it.

But Mouser laughed at Lennok’s reaction and patted his stomach.

“I feel good when I see people like you who save and use things for a long time.”

“… … .”

“It is a different kind of joy from the reward of making things that people who use them are also valued.”

Chi profit!!

Mouser said, picking up the shotgun with the tongs heated on the brazier.

“And as I got older, sometimes I was drawn to that motive more than to make things.”

“Is that so.”

Although Mouser gave Lennok space to use as a workshop, he had always stood back and watched what Lennok was doing.

The reason why Mouser suddenly said he would help Lennok with his gun conversion work.

Was it that the fact that he was still using the magic-charged shotgun had decisively elicited the cooperation of Mouser?

Although Lennok, who doesn’t make his own equipment, still couldn’t understand exactly what Mouser’s words of reward and joy were.

It seemed clear that at least that much dynamism was present in Lennok’s attitude and conduct.

Clap!!

As you turn the direction of the brazier, the hot heat begins to spread through the workshop to the top of your head.

Mouser holds the hammer and strikes the tongs vigorously, and at the same time, the strong sound of hitting metal reverberates through the studio and into the streets at night.

The heat and brilliance of the blazing flame illuminates the darkened streets of the workshop district, but the people here regard even the noise and heat as traces of passion and talent.

It is said that the master craftsman’s spirit of improvement, which rises and disappears in an instant, is considered and cherished as the greatest treasure and asset in the Makina Workshop District.

Lennok didn’t know much about their craftsmanship or talent, but he agreed that the values they cherished were worth it.

Kang Kang!!

Lennok, sweaty and rolled up, turned to Mouser and smiled.

“We will start with the revolver. I’m going to print out the part design drawings right now and put them on the wall, so we can start right away.”

“We have to start with the big parts. That way, the remaining metal can be melted down and used again as intact as possible.”

Mouser strode ahead and smiled at Lennok.

“You may have learned a little over your shoulder while working at the workshop, but you don’t know much about the basics of metallurgy. I will teach you step by step from one to ten on this occasion.”

“I wish I had time for that, but… … .”

Lennox’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Mouser didn’t seem to notice it, but he could feel someone’s secret gaze peeking at the workshop.

Beyond the level of simply watching and observing this place, a clear will to act is felt.

“Maybe we should put off learning metallurgy.”

The answer to the results of the selection ceremony seemed to arrive faster than expected.