Genius Wizard Takes Medicine - Chapter 762



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Genius Magician Who Takes Medicine Chapter 762

one man play (14)

After he made up his mind to leave for the military command city of Yorta.

Lennok quickly began to take care of what was still left in Balkan.

Aside from entrusting the management of the Magic Tower, there were still a few things that Lennok himself had to take care of himself.

-Ban, I found it. Is this woman the one you said?

“Where is the location?”

– It’s just like the place you told me about. Shall I lead or will you come?

“… … go directly wait.”

After hanging up the phone, Lennok immediately got on his bike.

After leaving Area 49 and running out to the outskirts of Balkan, I saw a small lake located between the ridges in the distance.

A quiet lakeside where you can’t hear any noise around you.

Near the shore, someone was waving at Lennok.

A man with a stout physique whose head is made of a tin can. Mad Manson, a freelancer who joined Lennok’s company as a condition of being hired.

“Why are you standing there?”

[Hehehe… … kicked out If you didn’t bring something, you’d be gone.]

said Manson with a comical shrug.

[Your temper is bigger than I thought. Wouldn’t it be right to take him and talk?]

“If it is not your will, it is meaningless. would you know?”

[hmm. I thought I would have to carry it myself, so I purposely brought a strong body.]

“… … .”

Manson muttered that it didn’t matter and stepped back.

[Well, anyway, you’re saying you’re going to take care of yourself, right? I will go now.]

“Wait outside the mountain. It won’t take long either way.”

I don’t think it will take long to hear an answer, but I needed one person to help, just in case.

Leaving the grumbling Manson behind, Lennok immediately boarded a boat near the lake.

Awesome… … !!

Slowly row an old oar to a small island in the middle of the lake.

Even though you can skip one step if you want, following the procedure is the minimum courtesy for the person you will meet from now on.

It was respect for his outstanding and excellent skills that greatly eased one of Lennok’s penalties.

Arriving at the small thatched house built from old trees, Lenok walked toward the back of the yard with familiar steps.

An elderly woman with a fishing rod draped on the shore of the lake sat with her back bent.

The moment Lennok took a step closer, someone’s voice rang in his head.

[Judging by the way he walks, he must have been here before.]

“… … .”

A familiar way of conveying one’s intentions by message rather than verbally speaking. It was just as Lennok remembered.

A pharmacist who has reached the legendary level, the medicine man Janushka Greenway.

A person who commits a taboo that significantly raises the hierarchy by tying one’s memories into Geass.

Even though he once treated Lennok with the introduction of Jenny, he no longer even remembers that fact.

He is a pharmacist who has forgotten even his own family and is left alone in this remote mountain village.

She said without looking back at Lennok.

[We are not meeting for the first time. yes?]

“… … yes.”

Lennok nodded.

Yakseon also said it right away, as if he knew that.

[You mean someone who knows about me sent an outsider to ask how I’m doing? You really don’t have any burlesque hair.]

“… … .”

[It was also intended to send people regularly to meet me. Until now, that was all done by you.]

“I knew you wouldn’t meet me without the amulet you made.”

said Lennok without batting an eye.

“However, since a long time has passed since then, I needed to confirm that you are still here.”

[…] … Sounds like nothing. Who is trying to worry about whom?]

“I don’t want to bother with it like this, but I think it’s a necessary procedure.”

Lennok, perched on a nearby stump, answered.

“For those who have lost attachment to life, I think it is not strange to give up on oneself at any time.”

[…] … .]

“Even more so if the only remaining lingering attachment was revenge.”

It was only then that Yakseon, realizing the meaning of the words, turned around with a surprised expression.

[no way… … ?]

Dominic Cavaro, a drug lord who made her family get treated and even took away her memories.

The words Lenok threw were her own secrets that could never be known unless Yak-seon herself told them.

In a word, she realized that the person who killed the drug lord was standing in front of her.

“It’s been a while, Senator.”

Lennok smiled and pulled out an old wooden box from within.

“A lot of time has passed.”

A case that kept the elixir that Yakseon made to cure Lennok’s mana addiction.

The elixir she made at the time had ended a long time ago, but its efficacy was still alive and breathing inside Lennok.

It was a great harvest just by alleviating the mana addiction that plagued Lennok every time he fought.

[…] … okay. I know that you are the one who was treated by me.]

Yakseon also recognized that the wooden box was given to him by himself, which he could not remember, and calmed his expression.

[But if this old man is done with his business, why did he come back? Are you going to show condescension by killing Dominic Cavaro now?]

“It was just a simple confirmation for the minimum trust.”

Lennok laughed and shook his head.

“The things I’m going to tell you from now on won’t be something you can say to people who think they’re new to each other.”

[If you’re going to talk nonsense, even if you’re a patient who’s been treated by me-]

“There is a way to adjust the geath you put on yourself.”

The words of the medicinal line stopped abruptly.

Lennok asked, looking at her eyes wide open in disbelief.

“In exchange for trying to adjust that, I’d like to invite you to my magic tower. Do you have any ideas?”

* * *

A huge green palace built in the middle of a dark red wilderness.

bang!!

The door, which had been blocked by a thick barricade, burst open like an explosion, exposing the inside.

Trampling on the shattered shards of metal, someone slowly walked into the palace.

“Hey~ Look at the spinning tail.”

She had a skinny body, and her hair was roughly shaved, and her appearance was dyed yellow.

A man wearing a leather jacket and brushing off his mud feet whistled.

“It’s not something I, as a member of the church, would say, but it’s a really perverted hobby. Are all the drinkers in the Order Federation like this?”

Hundreds of corpses are displayed on skewers on every wall that the eye can see.

From corpses whose originals are unrecognizable due to severe damage, to corpses neatly preserved as if they had just fallen asleep.

The man, who had been looking around the corpses in silence, recognized the face of one of them and his eyes lit up.

“uh? This isn’t a drug dealer in the Republic. I heard that you went to the Pandemonium, when did you say you were stuffed here?”

“It is not a corpse.”

At the end of the palace, someone was working with his back turned to the man.

An image of repeating incision and suture with a scalpel held in hand with something lying on the operating table.

The doctor, who covered his entire body with a green scrubs, looked back at the man with cold eyes.

“All of them are my guests. Although an apostle of an uncivilized church would not understand.”

“Oh, does it come out like that?”

The apostle, who was tilting his head with his arms crossed, smiled.

“But now that I think about it, I don’t think it really matters whether I’m dead or not. I’m going to turn them all into corpses here anyway.”

“… … .”

The doctor lightly swung the scalpel in his hand as if he was annoyed by those words.

At the same time as it flew down the air like a band’s baton, a huge chimera popped out from one side of the palace.

“Kiaaaaaa!!”

With both eyes grotesquely turned upside down, the whole body dragged the body sewn with needles and rushed.

Not to mention a plausible appearance, he couldn’t even balance properly and staggered at a speed close to subsonic speed.

Wedge liquid!!

The abnormally distorted chimera becomes a flash of light and attacks the apostle as it is.

However, the apostle did not even look at the chimera and raised one arm.

Kwaaaaang!!

The Chimera bounced off at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, before colliding with the walls of the palace, it turned into porridge and fell down.

The apostle giggled at the sight of the chimera.

“Is this how the guys who fell behind after the operation are made? My tastes are strange. X is disgusting!!”

“Should we only be human beings who are sacrificed for your gods?”

The doctor replied without batting an eye.

“The surgeries I perform are ultimately for the betterment of human life. Nothing compares to lunatics who entrust their future and hopes to the open sea.”

“Eh? However, it is the special type magic formula that they use. You joined the federation because no one let you use it anywhere. Am I wrong?”

“… … .”

The apostle looked at the doctor who was silent and said mockingly.

“A shady image in troublesome conditions. Cursed magical power that is not unique. If there is a nature that is rejected even in the doctrine of God, it is people like you.”

“I have nothing more to say with the incompetent incarnation.”

The apostle shook his head as if he couldn’t help it at the cold doctor’s reply.

“Well, actually me too. In the first place, what I am doing right now seems like a waste of time.”

“… … ”

“Still, I can’t help it because it’s a noble priestess’ job. So, shall we do one last check before we start?”

That moment when the apostle who said that slowly crouched down and raised his mana.

Its body swelled explosively and changed into the form of a gigantic beast.

Crunchy!!

A muscular body covered with dark brown fur. It has four thick horns hanging from its head, and a distorted cow’s muzzle wriggles out.

Four arms and two legs supporting the giant body. A figure of spiked hooves and a flaming tail.

If the Minotaur were reborn after combining with the devil, would it look like this?

[Avesta Chapman, the Spell Federation’s special-type conjugation master.]

The apostle looked down at the doctor with the eyes of a roaring monster and asked.

[From now on, to commemorate the re-war with the Federation, I’m planning to cut off your head and bring it back, is that you?]

“What if I say no?”

[Don’t worry about that.]

The cow-headed monster grinned and stretched out its hand into the air.

The apostle holding a flaming ax in the air slowly pointed it at the doctor and said.

[I came here to check it out.]

“… … good.”

The doctor muttered that and put the scalpel he was holding down on the operating table.

Turning around with an annoyed look, he slowly took off the surgical cap he was wearing and walked forward.

“An hour and thirty-five minutes until the end of spinal anesthesia.”

Avesta muttered, taking off the thin gloves she was wearing on both hands.

“Before that, we prioritize dissecting and dissecting the body of the apostle.”

* * *

Rabatenon Magic College. Elementary School Research Building No. 1.

Chair Professor Aris Richelen’s private laboratory.

As usual, Lenok, who had been lying face down on his desk in the busy lab, woke up in the pouring sunlight.

“… … .”

Blinking blankly, he slowly raised his head while leaning back on the chair.

The coffee cup on the desk was cold.

Realizing belatedly that he had spent the night here in the lab, Lennok laughed bitterly.

“I was planning to stay up all night in the lab… … .”

[Master fell asleep exactly at 6:32:3 am.]

Darby, who was curled up on Lennok’s lap, said as if she had been waiting.

[Recently, I created an algorithm by analyzing the master’s sleep pattern. Can I install it as an application on my phone?]

“… … Why?”

Hearing that they were making statistics comparing before and after taking sleeping pills, Lennok tidied up his desk.

Recruitment of necessary talent for the Mage Tower, including ongoing negotiations with Yakseon. Disposition and adjustment of accumulated artifacts.

From distributing decision-making authority necessary for operation to identifying and filtering contracts pouring in.

I thought I could leave quickly, but as much as I have done, there are many things to do.

And the most problematic among them was about Evan and his alibi.

At this point, when the agreement with the Magic Tower has greatly increased the level of attention on Evan, if Lennok suddenly disappears, it will only cause more suspicion.

Even more so, at the time of the recent official appearance, it is easy to get caught not handling the work that has been postponed as Evan’s status.

Considering the contact with the Technical Advisory Committee and the checks from other academia and the Mage Tower, it would be dangerous to leave the seat blindly.

Lennok was aware of that, and was making a justification for Evan’s identity to leave for the last time before heading to the military command city.

“Okay, please print out the results of the review of the results completed yesterday. Are you done counting?”

[sure. The simulation ran over 3,000 times while the master was asleep.]

Darby cocked her tail and held her head up.

[There are some errors, but it’s perfect. No problem!]

“… … .”

At that, Lennok grabbed both of Darby’s cheeks and pulled them gently.

[Ugh.]

“How can you be perfect when there are errors?”

[Since we took into consideration that it is affected by the situation and location, the result is bound to be slightly different each time.]

“… … .”

[I think it’s already a success at the point of reducing the error rate to this extent.]

“hmm… … .”

Lennok shook his head as he gazed at the blueprints that appeared on the computer screen in the lab.

“No, not quite yet. If I had to insist, it would be a half-success.”

[How many prototypes should I make and decide?]

“Contact the academy and tell them to empty the entire three-dimensional modeling studio. Oh, and tell it to the dean’s office.”

Lennok entrusted Darby with some small computer work, and soon after, a response came.

“Eh, Evan!!”

jump!!

The door to the lab opened, and someone rushed in with a scattered appearance.

The dean of Rabatenon Magic College, Siolus Garteanon, was looking at Lennok with wide eyes.

Her coat and shirt were tousled because she ran so hastily, and her tie was loose.

The hairball spirit that was barely hanging on my shoulder cried out pitifully.

[Buu, buu bu~]

Lennox laughed lightly at the dean.

“There’s no way you’ll come running that fast.”

“Message just sent! Is that true!!”

The dean said in a trembling voice.

“I finally started preparing… … !!”

If you had received Darby’s message, you would have known right away what Lennok was preparing.

So, he must have rushed over to get confirmation from Lennok again.

It wasn’t a bad thing. Thinking about what to do from now on, it would be much more convenient to enlist the help of the dean.

Lennok thought so and answered meekly.

“The proof of the theory is over. It’s under review, but there won’t be any problems.”

“then… … !!”

“yes.”

Seeing the dean’s face brighten, Lennok nodded.

I needed a perfect alibi.

Even after Lennok left for Yorta, it was the perfect excuse that no one would have any doubts about Evan and Van’s absence.

“I will begin preparations for writing my third thesis. We will submit the summary within three days.”

The final performance required to complete the combined master’s and doctoral degree course.

The third thesis required to formally obtain a professorship.

The preparation process was what Lennok intended to use as a very strong excuse for this trip.