Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 601



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Genius Magician Who Takes Medicine Chapter 601

Pieces and Parts (3)

When the blood was drawn and written in the notebook, Lennok did not use the blood without thinking either.

A sense of heterogeneity in which the presence itself has been somewhat altered through the target designation resistance ability that exists as Lennok’s own unique talent and the consciousness of foreign media.

The case is somewhat different from when vampires like Madame or Murphy ask for their own blood.

It was because he was sure that Lennok’s secret would never be revealed if he used blood through this artifact.

But I never thought that the existence beyond this notebook would mistake Lennok for an ascendant.

“Even if you don’t know who I am, it means that you can guess the history to some extent through the blood.”

Lennok thought.

“Which one… … .”

The remote city and the military command city mentioned by Madam as a candidate for storing Kaise’s body.

Shouldn’t it be ironic that both cities still have some potential at this point in time?

In a lonely city where long-lived species live, it wouldn’t be strange if he felt a sense of deja vu comparable to an ascendant in Lennok’s blood.

In addition, if it is a military command city that observes all spirituality in the world, it is understandable even if it succeeds in detecting Lennok’s transcendent spirituality.

Aside from the fact that the other side firmly misunderstood Lennok as an Ascendant, it was difficult to guess the identity of the opponent from this alone.

[What should I do?]

“How to do it.”

If you were going to come and correct the misunderstanding of the other party or quietly back down, you didn’t even start.

“I have no reason to tell you that you are wrong.”

If the opponent mistakes Lennok for an Ascendant, it’s enough to use that fact thoroughly without harm.

Rather, it wouldn’t hurt to test how far you can tell Lennok a secret just because the other person is an Ascendant.

Applying another dip of blood on the back of his hand, Lennok immediately raised his pen.

[I heard that Kaise’s body is being kept there.]

[After Paud’s rebellion, the upper management decided to change the place to store Bajour’s body.]

The answer came right away.

[The location was selected with the cooperation of the Blood Prince, and the storage method was decided with the advice of Grimulder.]

“… … .”

[The name of the manager who is currently storing the body is Eridnich. I was the eighth person to take over the job after Madeleine and Jovenson.]

Perhaps because the opponent really thought that Lennok was asking questions as an ascendant, he spewed out a lot of information in one word.

The explanation is much more detailed than expected, to the point where it is difficult to understand who is who even after hearing the name.

It was only assumed that they were the ones who cooperated with Kaise’s project decades ago.

“The eighth manager… … .”

Madame did not tell me how many times she had been in charge of caring for Kaise’s body.

However, even taking that into account, it’s worth remembering that the successor in charge of Kaise’s body has changed eight times.

It is difficult to understand unless the manager’s job itself is very demanding or there is a specific job that requires the manager to be changed periodically.

[This wad of paper is much more compliant than I thought.]

“I don’t have much time. Let’s move on to the most important question.”

The sentence Lennok had written disappeared immediately, and immediately beneath it a new sentence began to emerge.

[Looking for Kaise’s body. where are you?]

[Ascendant, unfortunately I do not know the answer.]

“… … .”

Lennok, silently making eye contact with Darby and blinking, wrote the next sentence slowly.

[Tell me why.]

[Because the discussion about it started and was completely finished before I was recreated.]

While Lennok, who did not understand the words, paused his pen for a moment, the sentence came to mind again.

[Information from a time zone where I did not exist cannot be viewed with my authority. sorry.]

made didn’t exist

After belatedly realizing what the words meant, Lenok slowly moved his pen again.

[What is your name and identity?]

[I am Zibel.]

The notebook answered.

[This is a book of blood that was recreated by vampires 50 years ago after it was designated as a banned book and disappeared hundreds of years ago.]

“… … .”

Only then did Lennok laugh, realizing that the person he had been talking to so far was not human.

Self-intelligence as an artifact that records and manages information through this notebook.

It was drinking Lennok’s blood, waking up, and talking to him directly, explaining the necessary information.

“Dabi, you knew.”

[The rate of communication was too regular for organisms to convey messages.]

When Darby referred to the other party as a wad of paper, it was not simply a grumble at the appearance, but a reference that saw through the essence.

In the meantime, sparse letters began to appear at the bottom of the paper in the notebook.

[There is not much time. If you want to use the remaining privileges again, you must go through additional warm-up… … .]

“… … .”

Aside from the fact that this notebook comes out favorably to Lennok, does it mean that there is a fixed time for using it?

Lennok, without delay, chose the one question he could most efficiently elicit from his notebook.

[A schedule in which two or more of the project’s stakeholders gather. Please state the location and date of your most recent appointment.]

[…] … .]

Before long, new sentences began to appear at the bottom of the notebook paper.

Sentences are cut short, and the tone of speech is also shortened.

[Two months later. District 6.]

“… … District 6?”

It is one of the central districts designated as closed areas, and it is a place where a large amount of past administrative documents that have been processed by the city government are stored.

An area that I had personally visited with the help of Palad Okon during the National Guard Crisis in the past.

As such, compared to other closed areas, accessibility was relatively good, and it was also an area that was open to outsiders.

Thanks to his past activities in and out of this area, Lennok was selected as a team member to solve the radiation exposure phenomenon in Area 25.

“Let the blood flow… … .”

Did Madame know that the notebook that called itself Jable had this ability?

No, the madam is not so insensitive to profit as to willingly give out a notebook in which she has her own opinion and answers.

The Notebook, which had drunk Lennok’s blood, must have voluntarily brought out its intellect and attempted to communicate with Lennok.

As a result, should the fact that Zibel misunderstood Lennok as an ascendant was itself a benefit?

“It won’t be something that vomits up information for nothing. That’s because the activation conditions and possessed mana were too small.”

Lennok muttered as he closed the notebook and shoved it into his arms.

“It would be correct to think of it as a storage device that can only record and reproduce a specific theme or lineage.”

[If it’s enough to call itself bloody writing, it’s probably more about the theme of life blood.]

And that must be proof that the way Kaise’s body is stored in the Black Consumer Project is still strongly related to blood.

Details would have to be confirmed by examining the notebook some more, but for now Lennok decided to settle for the clues he needed to track down the body.

“Fun. Kaise’s body may be in another city, but the fact that the traces of Kaise herself remain in the Machine City.”

Even though the black consumer project took place in a megacity, the traces of its failure are scattered all over the continent.

Lennok murmured quietly as he watched the lorry gurgling away in the distance.

“Then I have no choice but to see it with my own eyes.”

The blueprint for the huge room drawn in Kaise’s research journal.

Coordinates of Machine City Machina and the Ascension Gate Project, which had already failed once in Machina.

A step towards answering long-buried questions.

The preparations are over. It was time to find the answer.

Awesome!!

The shape of an old truck stopped in front of Lennok.

The scruffy man, who was glaring at Lennok with his arms draped over the driver’s seat, asked as if tossing it.

“A ticket?”

“doesn’t exist. Do you want to check that out?”

Lennok’s choice of transportation to Machina is not for those who have tickets and are treated as proper guests of the city.

Rather, an unlicensed passage for those who don’t even have a ticket to enter the city, and who somehow want to return to Machina.

It was because he thought there was no reason to leave a trace as much as he was leaving to find traces of Kaise.

So, even though Lennok obtained tickets through Darby’s ability, he lied that they did not have tickets.

The man snorted at Lennok’s question.

“This question is the most comfortable to confirm that you are a guest, so don’t worry about it.”

“… … .”

The man nodded towards the truck bed as if he was annoyed.

“I don’t have time, so hurry up. It will take a long time to run to Machine City.”

Lennok, who skillfully closed his coat and hid Darby’s figure in his arms, smiled faintly as he stood up.

“I will.”

* * *

hairy hairy!!!

A few days of running without knowing the time in an old truck.

Before he knew it, Lennok had left the metropolis and arrived on the other side of a vast, unpredictable wilderness.

The car stopped intermittently, the people who got on it got off, and the vehicle started picking up new people.

The journey to Machine City Makina was longer and more tedious than expected.

Passengers are dragged away like living baggage in a narrow and old truck that can carry 10 people at a time.

There were a few of them that Lennok remembered the faces of.

‘I can see the faces I saw on the bounty list.’

[In the meantime, there are some friends whose bounty has increased.]

Of course, most of those who tried to enter Makina without a ticket were dishonest criminals or fugitives.

Even in the shadows of the Balkans, there are only those who lose all support and try to start in a new city, or even those who are cornered beyond imagination.

“Are you all on? Then let’s go!!”

A truck departs at the same time as a middle-aged man at the wheel shouts.

They do not wait for an answer or check all passengers.

The look of the vehicle running as if it was all about getting out of this boring wilderness somehow.

“You look pretty neat, bro.”

Lennok, who was quietly contemplating looking out the window, was approached by someone sitting next to him.

Holding a dusty bottle of wine, an old man with gray hair looked at me and smiled.

“It would be difficult to reach Makina safely with that kind of attitude.”

“… … .”

It was a face that existed on the bounty list in my memory. Bounty 9 million cells. The crime is murder by arson.

“Your brother doesn’t seem to know, but this car isn’t something that takes people without tickets to the Machine City without any problems.”

The old man looked around and whispered quietly.

“It’s a kind of sales product that benefits from various ‘commercial activities’ on the way to Makina.”

“It’s a product for sale.”

“okay. Do you see those idiots who get off and walk away saying that money is a waste from here?”

The old man giggled at the people trudging out of the window.

“We should thank those friends. Until those idiots give up my life, we will be safe too.”

“… … .”

Instead of answering, Lennok stared at the old man’s right arm, which he concealed as he clung to him.

The shape of a mechanical arm that can’t be hidden, peeping through old clothes.

Lennok checked it out and smiled and asked the old man.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“People like you who are well-dressed usually have a corner to believe in one by one.”

The old man said without hiding a servile laugh.

“Well, I don’t want anything big. Just in case something happens, I also want to make at least one secret hill.”

Unfortunately, the old man’s wish did not come true.

The day after the sun rose after a night in the truck, the old man sitting next to him had disappeared.

“… … .”

Instead, the other passengers in the seats around looked at Lennok with an unusual gaze.

It’s not just at the level of looking at Lennok, but he’s even slightly looking back with a strange expression on his face.

Even though Lennok knew that, instead of worrying about it, he closed his eyes and focused on reflecting on his unfinished magic research.

As Darby learned how to use Common Magic to some extent, Lennok resumed research on Common Magic, which had been suspended for a while.

Correlation between unique magic and common magic. Dexter and Sinister. Lennok also put it aside because he doesn’t use that concept in this world.

In a way, public magic was the only knowledge of the old world that Lennok had from the beginning.

Considering the value of relics and knowledge of the old world in this world, it is certain that there is still room for Lennok’s common magic to be explored.

There is plenty of room for development. There are ample opportunities to leverage Lennok’s achievements so far.

What was needed immediately was time to delve deep into the magic of the old world.

Boooooong!!

As each day changes, the number of passengers in the truck keeps changing.

It went up and down again and again, but Lennok realized that as the days passed, the number of passengers eventually only decreased.

Lennok’s front and rear seats. The person sitting in the passenger seat and the naive passenger who seemed more unaware of the situation than Lennok disappeared overnight.

And one day Lennok woke up and woke up with his eyes open.

Lennok found himself and the driver alone in an old lorry.

“… … .”

Boaaaaang!!

The driver turns around the bend in the road, turning the steering wheel carelessly, as if he had no eyes to care anymore.

It seems that the shape of the city can be seen faintly over the distant horizon, but the driver does not seem to be interested in going to the city anymore.

Awesome!!

Eventually, the driver parked his car near a valley lined with huge rock formations, got out and nodded at Lennok.

“get off.”

“… … .”

Lennok got up from his seat without saying a word, got out of the van, and stretched out.

A remote plain, where all the surrounding landscape is hidden between towering rock formations.

Dozens of people climbed all over the bedrock surrounding an old truck, looking down at Lennok with skewed eyes.

“Is this kid right?”

“Are you sure. It smells like money.”

“It came out clean, but… … .”

asked Lennok, who lazily pulled his neck and relaxed as he watched the people whispering among themselves.

“It looks like there’s not much left until Machine City, don’t we need to take a break now?”

“… … .”

One of them, who exchanged glances in bewilderment, stepped forward and said,

“Dude, don’t you still know what the situation is?”

“I don’t know.”

“okay? Then it would be convenient to refer to the textbook to help understand.”

As soon as the man flicked his finger, the cloth covering one side of the bedrock was removed.

Flutter!!

Dozens of dead bodies were seen embedded in the bedrock walls.

It wasn’t just that he was nailed to the bedrock and died, but there was nothing in the inside of the split stomach and eye sockets, as if all the organs were removed and shaken off.

Lennok, who was looking around the corpses, found the face of the old man who had talked to Lennok among them and clicked his tongue slightly.

“I thought he would survive because he looked older, but no luck.”

“As you can see, we are office workers who take the organs of our customers and sell them to Machina.”

The man patted his stomach leisurely and said.

“They say it’s a machine city, but it’s a town where people live, so these organs are sold at a high price.”

“… … .”

“It seems like we need a lot of organ samples like this in the process of experimenting on the side effects of human experiments and cyborg treatments. It is a very good source of income for us.”

“so?”

“Still, if I sold all the customers, rumors would spread and I wouldn’t be able to do business anymore, so I refrained from killing all of them… … .”

As the man said, he pointed to the driver who had been driving the van with Lennok.

“Why is this guy strongly appealing that he must catch you and sell you?”

“No, I saw it!!”

The driver looked at the man and retorted in a strong tone.

“That bastard, he was turning starlight into magical power by himself at night!!”

“… … .”

“He must be a wizard with a very rare talent!! If I don’t sell it here, I’ll regret it forever… … !!”

“Yes, what do you think?”

Lennok scratched his cheek at the man’s question.

In the process of researching public magic, I had tested the efficiency of magical properties conversion, but it seems that I secretly stole it again.

Did any of these outlaws have the keen eye to see what Lennok was up to?

“It’s nothing. It’s just a minor catch-up technique.”

“Oh yeah?”

The man grinned, not believing Lennok at all.

Clap!!

The man, who took out a thick folding knife from his bosom, said while tapping it.

“I mean, we thought about it a lot. Because this business is profitable, but you can’t live by selling other people’s organs forever. The bailiffs were looking for us with lights in their eyes.”

The wind blew along as the man walked slowly in front of Lennok, exposing his upper body.

A cyborg figure with half of the shoulders, forearms, and chest in the shape of a machine.

The man said, scattering an ominous red light between the joints.

“That’s why I was waiting for a guest like you. It will be just right if you cool off and wash your hands off one last time.”

“… … .”

“Do you have a ticket?”

The man smiled as if he knew everything.

When Lennok didn’t answer, he nodded in understanding and raised one arm vigorously.

“To tame rebellious wizards like you, I’ll show you what I bought at a high price at the night market in Balkan.”

Clack, clap!!

The man proudly held out a mechanical arm that instantly turned into a huge bag.

“It is the concentrated hand cannon of the agent who was said to have directly injured the heinous wizard, Kung-roe!!”

“… … what?”

“It goes without saying how lethal this will work for a mage.”

The man, who was gazing at the gun battery spinning furiously from inside the mechanical arm, held it out in front of Lennok.

“The agent director said it was a product that was directly approved for sale. If you don’t want to suffer worse than death, you’d better cooperate.”

“… … .”

Huge compensation promised after losing the power game between the cartel and the agent.

In order to cover the compensation, Agent Director Greta Witherhild sells the name of the dog and sells the agent’s equipment to the night market at a high price.

Only then, realizing what was going on, did Lennok look at the defrauded criminal with pity.

“Yeah, that’s really scary… … .”

“… … ?”