Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 237



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The Regressor’s Notepad 237

Extension (2)

The process of magic stone synthesis is as follows.

First, prepare a waste stone, that is, the shell of a magic stone that has lost its magic power.

Next, melt the organic matter that will become the magical power material. This organic matter is usually the corpses of monsters and beasts, but you can also use living, breathing creatures.

Finally, the melted materials are crystallized using the technician’s own ‘synthetic technique’ and then placed into the waste stone.

“Try making it.”

Face beckoned.

“yes.”

I plan to synthesize magic stones in Growl’s way.

The process itself is no different from other technicians.

“I will operate the melting furnace.”

“──Oh, just a moment.”

At that moment, another sound surged through the air. Faith looked back and frowned.

“… … Crow.”

Jesco’s third-in-command, Crow Gel.

He nodded, pushing up his glasses.

“I heard the news. We’ll keep an eye on it. Are you okay?”

I was fine, of course, but Faith’s face was already red. Crow approached him without paying any attention to him.

“Let’s get started. Let’s see if you are a technician or not.”

“yes.”

I looked into the melting pot. It was filled with the corpses of monsters that Growl had prepared in advance.

Click – The switch was turned on and the solution started to rise. Leather, bones, and internal organs all bubbled and melted away.

Now, the ‘synthetic technique’ is important.

What distinguishes technicians from technicians is this synthesis technique – the process of ‘crystallizing’ the solution again using a technique that suits their magic power, nature, and characteristics.

“I will do a synthesis.”

In that respect, Growl is a stone mine.

The guy’s ability to synthesize magic stones is obviously superior to any other technician, but let’s adjust it appropriately for now. If the quality is extremely good, he will also be suspected.

“After I manifest the synthetic technique I designed, I circulate the magical power at a certain rate… … .”

A spell appeared inside the melting pot. It was a spell created by Growl, and his magic flowed into my relic.

Wheeeeee… … .

The contents inside the melting pot were entangled together as if they were being blown by the wind. The liquid that had been full was separated into two parts.

Some are dregs, some are synthetic crystals.

Now, if you put this decision into the waste stone, the synthetic magic stone will be completed, and the dregs are a class 1 environmental pollutant waste, so they will probably just bury it underground or throw it into the sea.

“It’s all done.”

I transplanted the synthetic crystal into the waste stone and showed it to them.

Face simply nodded, and Crow smiled with something close to admiration.

“… …Technician, that’s right.”

Immediately a mask was placed over my face.

“Ah. Don’t worry. It’s the boss calling. Serve him kindly.”

Those were Crow’s words.

Actually, I almost got on the truck like a piggyback ride.

… …

I faced Jesco again. Still naked and in his robe, he looked into my eyes and smiled a little strangely.

“Crow said you were okay. Was your name Belkman?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you.”

“… … .”

He moved his mouth silently. He slowly leaned in, as if he hadn’t completely let go of his suspicions about me.

“You said Crops was your hometown.”

“yes.”

“… … Is the school there still there? I wonder if that old man, Truck, is doing well.”

It was a floating word.

Am I really the one who lived in Arahal Crops?

This guy is really smart.

However, my “Notepad” is now full of information about the town of Crops. Very trivial information, even about which child in the town is raising which scorpion.

“Track… … Are you talking about Master Karakshile? Master Karakshile of the school.”

“… … .”

Jesco’s expression changed slightly.

“Yes. I mean, Karakshile.”

“You are our inspiration.”

“… … Well, I guess I’ve gotten older.”

Jesco was fiddling with his wrinkles for no reason. He felt strange that he was already in his forties.

“Yes. It’s been quite some time since I left Crops, but… … You were right then. You even taught me the Edsilla common language.”

“A common language? That closed inspiration?”

Jesco’s eyes widened.

“In our time. He said that we could no longer go against the flow of the times, so he personally sent people to get textbooks for the official language.”

“… … It must have been difficult to cross the sandstorm.”

Crops is a very remote place in Arahal. It is a very small city with a population of about 5,000. The sandstorms are so severe that the road out of the town is only open 3-4 days a month.

“But things are changing.”

“… … Yeah. It has to change. If that hot rural area doesn’t change, it’ll all burn to death.”

Jesco laughed heartily.

“It reminds me of the old days. Back in my day, we used to do things like throw stones.”

“It’s still a popular game. Children play it as a game of betting on stones.”

“… … Did time stop there?”

“Yes, to some extent. But jeeps come and go often. At the top.”

“A jeep? In my day, it was a camel.”

“Mr. Belcon also changed from camels to jeeps. Ironically, the camels of the Crops breed are more expensive than jeeps. They are tourist products.”

“Wait, Belcon? You mean that balding Belcon?”

“I’m completely bald right now.”

“Hahahaha. Really?”

Jesco smiled brightly. He looked as if he had somehow returned to his old days, his younger days.

His chatter went on for a long time.

He called me Belkman, told me many tales of his exploits, and asked me about all sorts of people who were still left in his hometown.

I gave my best effort in responding.

“… … I talked too much.”

Suddenly, Jesco said sadly.

There’s no going back to that desert now.

“Enough chatter.”

He gestured while looking at his watch.

“Stay out. I’ll tell you the rest after we discuss it.”

“yes.”

I got up and went out of his quarters. Several of his men waiting in the outer hallway held out their masks to me.

“Just let it go. There’s no need to put on that kind of cover.”

I immediately backed down at Jesco’s words.

* * *

“… … .”

Quantum Mechanic, ‘Jesko’ was lost in thought for a moment. Scenes of his hometown and the desert were vivid in his mind. It was because he enjoyed talking about the desert.

“boss?”

At his subordinate’s words, he looked at the synthetic magic stone in his hand again. He tapped it with his fingernail.

“It’s okay.”

The quality is not bad.

No, it’s pretty good. Compared to Jesco’s own factory products, it’s probably in the top 5%. It’s similar in performance to the top-quality products that come out 5 out of 100, and this magic stone is even of consistent quality.

“… … .”

Jesco rested his chin on his hand.

The risk of high-grade synthetic magic stones to the human body is significantly low, so they can be used as drugs. Therefore, if you can continue to produce this kind of stuff, you are an elite technician. It is an incredible gem.

Even the natives, the desert people, are much more trustworthy than the others.

“Boss. 3% of net income seems like a lot.”

“Face said. Crow frowned slightly.

“That’s what a technician of this level normally gets paid, Mr. Faith.”

“… … Face ‘Mr.’? Since when did you call me Mr.? You piece of shit?”

“Boss. He is a promising engineer. Even 3% will be a bargain.”

A net profit of 3% may not seem like much at first glance, but

The amount Jesco pays to ‘Blocker’ is 51% of the net profit. In effect, it is the cost of acknowledging the distribution rights to him.

So, out of the remaining 49%, 3% means that it is 2-3 times more than the number 2, Pace.

“Is that because you come from the desert? We haven’t even confirmed whether you come from the desert.”

“Do you think I can’t tell the difference to that extent?”

Jesco’s face suddenly crumpled.

I have lived in Crops for 23 years. I can definitely tell the difference between the original pronunciation and the accent unique to my hometown.

Above all, Belkman has countless memories to share with others.

“The voice of a native reminds me of a sandstorm. That hot, stinging, high-temperature wind.”

He’s clearly a local. That’s the only reason I didn’t shoot him dead the moment I saw his face.

The people of the homeland believe in the people of the homeland. They believe in the kinship of those who were born in the inferior desert of Arahal and came to Edsilla with vague passion and hope.

If you can’t trust your fellow citizens as a citizen of your own country, then who can you trust?

“Expand the guy’s factory facilities. Keep the net profit at 3%. If you can increase the quantity, I’m willing to increase the ratio.”

At that moment, Faith secretly gritted her teeth, and Crow smiled, saying that it was a good choice.

* * *

Late at night.

I returned to Lithium. In the empty factory office, Sonya was sitting with her whiskey.

“You’re here.”

“yes.”

I sat down in front of her. She turned the tablet PC so that the camera could see both of us at the same time.

─… … What happened?

Gia asked.

“It looks like it will be successful.”

The plan for the future is simple.

I will supply synthetic magic stones to Jesco, gradually increasing the quality and quantity.

At the same time, you will build a close relationship with Jesco.

Desert people have a strong attachment to the indigenous people. I experienced this several times before returning, so I wonder if it is a genetically inherent trait.

So, I pretended to be a hometown person who respected, admired, and loved Jesco, and I lived under his favor, and I acted like I would give him my liver and gallbladder… … .

At some point, he will suddenly disappear.

Without taking anything.

Without expecting anything.

Without deceiving anything.

The being known as Belkman will crumble into dust.

If you lay down some foreshadowing like ‘It seems like Faith is displeased with me’ before leaving, Jesco will naturally start to doubt his subordinates.

It is the beginning of division and downfall.

─… … Thank goodness. But, Jedrick Oraboni will summon Zion.

Sonya bit her teeth at the word Jedric, and I tilted my head.

“Are you talking about me?”

─Yeah… … I have a mission… … It could be very dangerous… … .

A dangerous mission.

Gia said it.

─This is Teia Isiliya… …

* * *

the next day.

As Zia said, I received a call from Libra’s direct line.

Not Zia, not Jade, not even Jahanna, but the eldest son, Jedrick.

He called me through the monitor.

Why, I mean a real monitor.

“… … I am worried whether I can see Lord Jedrick like this.”

I’m sitting at my desk in my dorm, and Jedrick is on his laptop screen.

It’s like facing your direct line with a mere monitor.

If it was Jade, I would have absolutely hated it.

─Technology is made to be used. It’s good that I don’t have to move my body to face the things below me.

On the other hand, Jedrick, of course, is a person who has no prejudice in this regard, although his entire body is blackened and mosaicized due to the effects of the artifact.

─But. I heard you recommended the cafe business to Jade.

Snickers. A sound similar to a snicker escaped Jade.

“yes.”

─Yes, it’s a business that suits Jade very well. It’s better to do a business that saves money. It was a good recommendation.

Jedrick began to laugh, but his voice soon hardened.

─I’m sure you’ve heard some of the outline from Zia.

“……yes.”

─Yes. As you know, the Information Agency is a place where all direct members have shares, but the ownership itself is mine. So, I obtained information in advance about what a mere professor named ‘Teia Isil’ was planning to do to Libra.

Jedrick tilted his head.

─The plan is simple. Teia Isil. We will throw that woman into the abyss.

I nodded calmly.

─Of course, you are not the one in charge. It is not something you can take responsibility for. My balancers will take all the initiative. They will also convey the details… … .

Jedrick paused for a moment. He looked into my face and asked.

─Would you like to participate? I deliberately borrowed you from Jia, but your intentions are also important.

Teia Isil.

She is my old teacher, Libra’s enemy, and a pitiful person who was eventually defeated and killed by Libra.

“……I am.”

However, this is not the case in this operation.

Teia Isil’s death occurred at least five years later.

This means that this operation will fail.

“I can’t be the type of person to participate in such a large-scale operation. This is especially true when it comes to the work of balancers.”

─… … Hmm.

Jedrick had a strange look on his face, but it was better than being overly confident.

─Does that mean you’re going to refuse?

“I would like to help you. I am in a position where I can see Professor Teia Isil up close. I am a student attending his lectures. So.”

This mission is doomed to fail anyway.

I don’t want to get involved and create a mess of failure, but I also don’t want to make it a success.

“How about just silently following the orders given by the balancers, or giving them very small advice… … .”

So, just up to here.

An ambiguous position, neither immersing the feet nor completely removing them.

─… … Good. Your self-objectification is perfect. I will pass this on to the balancer soon. The balancer will come to you.

“Yes, thank you.”

Stop─.

Communication was lost.

I looked out the window with a small smile.

“… … You must have heard.”

Now, this information has been leaked to Teia Isil.

Jedric doesn’t know, but Teia Isil has an internal connection.

Among the direct descendants, the hotline that monitors Jedrick in particular is said to have been planted inside Jedrick.

“Hmm… … .”

Now what I have to do is simple.

Watching Jedric get defeated by Teia Ithil.