Chapter 571

The drug-eating genius wizard, episode 571,

remnants of memory (4)

[It was a research that started to prepare a new test bed for the Black Consumer Project, but through this, it was learned that what can be obtained is not preservation of records, but only abandonment.]

“... ... .”

[If you try to fix the time and space, only the self of the failed possibility will be thrown away in it. If the possibility was closed at the point of being fixed, it would be impossible to use it as a test bed for the project. No, it is rather close to backward compatibility of the project.]

The journal did not end there.

Lennok immediately turned to the next page.

[March 17. Alkaid has suggested that the results of this research be preserved in this area instead of being discarded.]

“Preservation... ... .”

[I don’t think it’s wrong to say that there might be something to write about someday, but it probably wasn’t to get the project up and running again.]

“... ... .”

[He is watching the world’s existence with an incredibly macroscopic and inhuman gaze. While contributing to the project more than anyone else, on the contrary, it seems that he does not expect more than anyone else. I once asked him directly about this fact.]

Kaise wasn’t the type to write down many facts on a single page of his journal, so there wasn’t that much written on each page.

I flipped through the next page without hesitation.

[He said that if you repeat countless failures, you forget the sense of success itself. It doesn’t fit, considering the countless derivative plans of the projects he has succeeded so far.] [

Anyway, the sense of the correct answer built up inside him seemed to be incomparably bloated compared to what we think. It seems that the others haven’t noticed yet, but I understand that the answer is similar to the despair that comes at the end of an infinitely ominous future.]

Kaise’s unwavering handwriting was a little disheveled.

[The project fails. The world will sink into a sea of darkness. I had to accept that fact.]

“... ... .”

At this point, did Kaise understand that the end of the world was infinitely hopeless and that even the black consumer project was hopeless?

The journal continued from there to the next date.

[March 18. I was a bit depressed, but I felt better when I woke up after a sigh. When the world perishes, I may be gone, but wouldn’t that matter?]

“... ... ”

Lennox was at a loss for words at the sudden and irresponsible change in style.

It was to the extent that I flipped through the pages for a while to see if the journal had been ripped off or reversed in the middle.

[Those who couldn’t overcome the feeling of despair that came from time to time gave up and left the research. Perhaps they headed for the central city, the only place on this continent where rest exists.]

Arsnova, the central city.

Lennok saw the word and stopped turning his hand for a moment.

The truth about the project obtained in the decisive battle against Madrid Onion.

The evil that the failure of the Black Consumer Project destroyed the central city.

[The aristocrats of Arsnova pretend not to know, but it is self-evident that Yorta’s Mangwi Night and Makina’s Gate of Ascension are to some extent the result of them. It must have been not enough to create an existence that failed to ascend and play a joke on cause and effect.]

“... ... [

It was not called the prestige of the central city by obtaining the continent’s most fertile grain belt. The adage that one third of the continents is central. Maybe even the ending of this world-]

The journal was cut off there, and all the remaining pages were blank.

The only odd thing was that the last page had been ripped out as if someone had ripped it out.

the end of this world. Secrets of the Central City.

Did Kaise leave without leaving that crucial clue in this journal?

The moment Lennok checked the blanks left in the journal and gently touched the pages.

“It means that one of the three endings left in this world existed in Arsnova.”

A voice came from behind.

It was as if he was explaining the empty spaces in Kaise’s research journal instead.

“... ... .”

Despite the unexpected tone, Lennok was not surprised.

She knew from the start that he had no intention of attacking her.

A young man in a tuxedo caught Lennok’s eyes as he slowly turned his gaze away.

A strange expression with a slim physique and a friendly smile. Her beautiful white blonde hair is impressive.

Wearing a long bowler hat and holding a wand in a hand clad in white gloves, he looked like a magician taking part in a show.

He looked at Lennok, took off his hat with a sluggish hand, and bowed slowly with an exaggerated gesture.

“Nice to meet you, Van. Now I can finally say hello.”

“Who is it?”

“Unofficial external advisor to the Central Council of City Government.”

The young man stood up with a smile and said.

“And he is the herald representing the will of the Senate.”

“... ... .”

“I have many names, but if you call me Silford, I think it will suffice.”

An insider with feet on both the Central Council and the Senate.

Does being a herald mean, after all, a superman who acts on behalf of the will of the city?

And Lennok knew of one of those he had defeated who held a similar position.

“It seems that the successor to Onion in Madrid has been decided.”

“Exactly. Are you feeling good?”

Silford, a young man who winked and winked, grinned and nodded.

Gyebaek Aurel Silford.

Lennok never forgot the name for a moment.

The two facts that originated from the young man point to only one thing.

“The nobility of the central city. He is also from a very high class.”

Lennok asked.

“Isn’t it possible that you gave me information about Arsnova because you were from that city?”

“... ... .”

For an instant, the expression disappeared from Silford’s face.

The moment Lennok said that, the brilliance that bound him disappeared like a lie.

wickedness!!

The young man, who had been adjusting the brim of his hat with his head slightly lowered, adjusted his gloves again with a slow hand.

“Whoops... ... . Is this why you can’t sit sick with smart friends for a long time?”

Silford, who regained his composure like a lie, smiled at Lennok and shook his head.

“Today we will end here. I’m not the only one who was appointed as Onion’s successor, and there will be many opportunities for us to meet in the future.”

After saying that, Silford stopped walking and added a word as if he remembered something.

“But you’d better be careful, Van.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said that people at that time either cooperated with or were against Kaise.”

said the young man, narrowing his eyes.

“Those who were hostile to Kaise still survive and live in the Senate and Council.”

“... ... .”

“There are people everywhere who don’t like the truth. Today, you have come very close to the secret and have undoubtedly obtained a fragment of the truth... ... .”

The moment he shakes the tuxedo suit, Silford’s body slowly fades on the spot.

The young man laughed as he disappeared as if melting into thin air.

“Someone would be very upset about that.”

Squeaky!!

The young man’s body scatters and disappears from the spot, as if he is hidden between the curtains of an invisible space.

The messenger who was appointed as Onion’s successor was a clever and mysterious person who could not read his thoughts.

The fact that such a strong man has finally come to the fore is proof that he has returned after leaving the Balkans for quite a long time.

Lennok’s eyes narrowed coldly.

‘A noble from the central city who uses the same last name as Gyebaek... ... .’

Lennok, who personally dismantled the fallen Ascendant’s Giath, knew that even his relatives were sacrificed in Arsnova to make the Gyebaek.

In the process, those with the same surname Silford must have been consumed as sacrifices to challenge Gyebaek’s ascension.

Nevertheless, is it a coincidence that a self-proclaimed Silford still survives and roams the continent?

However, Lennok put aside such worries for a while and opened the journal he had covered.

There was no other reason for stopping the journal investigation at the point of recognizing Silford’s existence.

It’s the research journal that Kaise left behind. It was because he intuited that something else was hidden here, not just the secrets of the central city.

If the last page of the research journal, which had not been touched by anyone for decades, had been ripped off, the culprit would be none other than Kaise himself, who wrote the journal.

Kaise had taken special measures to ensure that only those who knew his secret could see the last page of the journal.

‘The method itself wouldn’t have changed. Considering the traces left here, perhaps... ... .’

Gather some of Kaise’s blood, which was used to track the control room, and carefully apply it to the last torn page of the journal.

support position... ... !!

As if the pages of a diary that had been forcibly torn are regenerated in reverse time, they slowly form fibers and stick to the end of the journal.

What filled up the last page of the journal was not the words left by Kaise, but a certain picture.

An elaborate design drawing the shape of a huge room.

The shape of unknown numbers scribbled under the blueprint.

[135472522654. 324715284163.]

“Is it a ciphertext?”

[Looking at the format of the numbers, I don’t think they’ve been twisted that complicated.]

Darby, who perked her ears up in her arms, saw the numbers and immediately inferred the correct answer.

[There are a limited number of fields that use numbers with units this large. Among them, if the digits of the two numbers are the same, it must be the standard coordinates in planetary units using a coordinate system in billions.]

Darby, who raised a holographic map in front of Lennok’s eyes, quickly began tracking based on the hypothesis.

[If you set March 15th, 17th, 18th, and 21st, which is estimated to be the date of writing the journal, as a standard, and enter the coordinate calculation centering on Balkan, there are four candidate sites converted according to the date. And among them, the area that is estimated to be the most significant analysis result is... ... .]

“... ... Machine City Makina.”

Lennok’s eyes sank deeply as he checked the location marked with a red dot on the map.

Unlike the other three candidate sites, the coordinates based on March 21 were pointing to the name of a certain city.

“I see. The reason why I left my journal in the area where I finished my research in the first place... ... .”

Kaise didn’t just abandon this area after his space-time fixation research failed.

The secret of Arsnova, the central city, that I came to know through Alkaid when my research failed.

An extension of the Black Consumer Project.

Kaise had hidden the clue and destination on the last page to prove his guess he had left in his journal.