Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 613



Only Krnovel

Genius Wizard Who Eats Medicine Chapter 613

Selection Ceremony (5)

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

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

Even if Lennok heard the story of WORLD 2.0 and claimed ownership of the horse gun, it would sound like an insane person’s nonsense.

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

That’s why, instead of fixing the relic perfectly or insisting on getting it right away, Lenok deliberately failed to maintain it while 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 inside 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’s an object that doesn’t function when anyone other than Lenok touches it.

‘Davi, where is Pentarect now?’

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

Darby whispered softly to Mouser, who was heavily drunk.

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

“… … .”

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

Even if the signal is cut off right away, it is not difficult to track the location itself later when the distance is closer.

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 it somehow left a strong mark and memory on 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. There’s a chance that it’s the equipment that either of you were using… … .’

Due to his experience in the Far East Branch of the Guido Church, Lennok knew that the leader was related to him, but

I wasn’t sure who the other one was yet.

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

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

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 delusions and doubts, the only trace that only a few people, including Lennok, can recognize is inside the sea barrier.

It’s a pity that I couldn’t obtain the title of Meister, but if it’s the price of chasing Teremer’s end, I have 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 everything I could do. There is no need to hold onto unsolvable concerns for a long time.”

“… … heh heh, that’s right 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 studio?”

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

“Since the meisters directly acknowledged your remodeling skills at the selection ceremony, 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 plan 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 merely a test bed to test your skills?”

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

thud!!

Lennok laughed as he put down various firearms such as a revolver, a huge sniper rifle, and a heavy machine gun one by one in his arms.

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

“Anyway, wizards… … .”

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

The very fact of servicing a gun means that there might be a chance to use the gun.

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

Mouser, who sighed and stared at Lennok’s endlessly drawn firearms, looked tired, his eyes dimly shining when he saw the shotgun Lennok had pulled out.

“This… … It’s something I gave you.”

A magically charged shotgun designed to increase power by charging magical energy or to be used without changing magazines.

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 he did not 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 strengths 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 knew to some extent how I run the workshop.”

“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 the blue and said he was going to run a studio.

Even though he was close to being drunk just a moment ago, is it because he has already reached the stage as a craftsman that he regains his sanity the moment he touches the equipment?

Mouser, who had swung his shoulders around with an expression that seemed to have drained his alcohol 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 hand movements.

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

“… … Are you okay?”

“I’ve been watching you for a while, 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… … ”

Instead of making the parts himself, Lenok can drastically reduce the process and work time required for remodeling by entrusting it to Mouser, a skilled craftsman.

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

However, not only did Mouser formally get involved in Lennok’s problems, but it was also relatively the same as leaving Mouser with all the chores.

During the remodeling process, no matter what parts Lennok requested and entrusted with production, he would have to go through various trials and errors after being confirmed in various processes.

Although there was no way that Mouser was unaware of this fact, it was surprising that he willingly volunteered to help Lennok.

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 the 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?

As Lennok, who doesn’t make his own equipment, he still couldn’t understand exactly what the reward and pleasure Mouser was talking about was.

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.

At the same time as Mouser grabs the hammer and strikes the tongs hard, 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 did agree that the values ​​they cherished meant a lot.

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 and put them on the wall, so let’s get started right away.”

“You 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.

“I must have learned some things over my shoulder while working in the workshop, but I don’t know much about the basics of metallurgy. On this occasion, I will teach you step by step from one to ten.”

“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.