Chapter 602

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 602

Pieces and Parts (4)

Do you know how ironic it is that you seem to be from a machine city, but actually fall victim to a special agency in a megalopolis?

However, the man pushed the hand cannon forward with a faint sneer, probably interpreting Lennok’s pitiful gaze in the complete opposite way.

“Kill the rich wizard, divide the property and body, and start a new life as a resident of the machine city Makina.”

Weeing!!

The man lifting the gun barrel inside the mechanical arm flicked his hand, and the ammunition was loaded with a heavy friction sound.

“Don’t you think it’s a neat finish to shake off a bad business?”

“You are not wrong.”

Lennok nodded.

“Knowing when to shake your hands and step back is a very important virtue. But it’s hard to know until you experience it yourself.”

[Master ignored my portfolio and bought stocks in Thorburn’s Mage Tower, and then got bitten and found out.] I

try to ignore Darby’s words of scolding in my arms.

On the contrary, the expression of the organ dealer who was listening to Lennok’s answer was distorted as if he was shocked.

“... ... I’m not afraid. Or do you think you will be safe even after coming this far?”

chin!!

The man who casually grabbed Lennok’s shoulder and slapped him asked.

“I’m going to cut off the limbs, remove the mana, take out the intestines, embalm them, and sell them at a price. I was wondering if you could go all the way there and keep your mouth open.”

“On the other hand, I also have a question.”

Lennok asked with an expressionless face.

“If you want to sell my organs, you can do it right away, so why are you making such a false threat?”

“... ... .”

“It’s like putting the corpses with organs removed between the rocks as if to show off, and it’s just a performance you don’t need to do if you’re an ordinary organ trader.”

“you... ... .”

“If there is anything you want, just tell me.”

Lennok nodded as he leaned against the lorry door.

“Even if you don’t, there are so many things I want to hear from you guys about life in the Machine City.”

At that, the members of the trafficking squad standing behind the man quickly exchanged glances.

Because Lennok’s attitude made them wonder if they had missed something.

At first glance, the reason why the trafficking gang chose Lennok as their prey to shake off their hands is reasonable.

It is clear that he is a powerless wizard who is difficult to take care of himself if he has to take refuge in an old truck like this to the machine city.

It is also obvious that the situation has become so difficult that it is difficult to stay in the Balkans any longer.

Even if the wizard himself does not have anything, the wizard’s body will be sold at a price that is dozens of times higher than that of an ordinary human.

However, as Lennok said, the reason why the traffickers pressed him unnecessarily before killing him was elsewhere.

“good. It seems that the wall is too big to answer, so let’s talk about the main topic.”

The man nodded.

“Alumni who studied like the teacher who taught you magic. Talk about all your acquaintances and their weaknesses. Then I’ll let you go without pain.”

Then Lennok laughed, realizing why the traffickers were intimidating him in this way.

“After you kill me, will you go back to the Balkans and sell my acquaintances?”

“You better choose well. We are people who have learned the structure of the human body through practice. You know very well where to touch it to cause pain to the brink of death.”

“... ... .”

“When you open a boat and touch the inside, all the memories you know will come out regardless of whether it is rational or moral. Wouldn’t that be a bad thing for you, honestly?”

The man’s voice softened.

“Isn’t it because the magician who lived in the Balkans secretly sneaked into Makina because he completely lost his relationship with your alumni?”

“... ... .”

“This is your chance to get revenge. After all, we might be able to settle your grudge for you.”

The man rummaged through his pocket with his other hand and held out a syringe filled with green liquid from within.

“If you inject the right amount, you can die as if you were asleep. You just have to answer all the questions we ask. Then, very gently, I will inject this into your carotid artery.”

“I want to check it out.”

At the words of Lennok who reached out his hand, the man immediately took a step back and shook his head.

“No, no. This is a gift only for a good friend who answered all our questions. Don’t you know what that means?”

“I don’t know.”

In Lennok’s reply, the syringe that had just been held in the man’s hand was still intact.

“I don’t even want to know.”

“... ... !!”

While the man paused, shocked at the fact that the syringe had been snatched from his hand, Lennok lightly squeezed the contents on top of his glove and sniffed it.

“The sap extracted from the leaves of the blue jewel, the marrow of the water buffalo, and the deadly poison of the Kurdain mushroom... ... Other than that, it seems to be made by mixing three more ingredients, but the smell is faint, so I’m not sure.”

A smell quite familiar to Lennok, who mixes various potions and elixirs using alchemy.

Although it is difficult to recognize the smell properly because the sense itself is not sensitive, there is no forgetting the scent or characteristics once remembered.

If Lennok’s sense of smell was at the level of an average person, he would have no problem figuring out all the ingredients, but this amount of information was enough.

“All of them are objects used for confession and torture, and are a combination of materials that are not strong in killing the user. Are you going to kill me with this?”

“Ugh... ... .”

Lennok said as he looked back at Garmin, who injected himself with the self-confessor and began to drool with a dazed look on his face.

“There are so many things I want to ask in order to successfully infiltrate Machina.”

As long as they listened to the organ trader’s absurd threats and bullshit, shouldn’t they skip all the information they know about Machine City?

At the same time as Lennok snapped his fingers, the prosthetic hands began to violently beat their masters from all sides.

“Billion billion!!”

“X-X-X-X... ... !!”

Horrible sounds and screams of flesh and muscle bursting and gnawing echoed incessantly.

“Let’s start with something small.”

* * *

Machine City Machina.

A workshop area well-known as a place where artisans live together.

Strange rumors began to circulate in the streets filled with the acrid smell of burnt smoke and the sound of irons being hammered and the sound of hammers all day long.

“Did you hear the story about the road these days? I heard that there is a new blacksmith who illegally remodels personal firearms.”

“He is more skilled at remodeling than manufacturing. More like an engineer.”

“What does that matter? As long as you take good care of my equipment, I don’t mind.”

Without external publicity or personal connections, the story spreads quickly through word of mouth, and later stories are heard.

“People who have been there are very satisfied.”

“They say they get paid for information, not money. It would be nice to know.”

“Information? What information?”

“that... ... I’d rather just say it here. Go and listen and you will find out.”

The appearance of passers-by whispering and talking in various places in the workshop where smoke rises.

A middle-aged man who had passed by such passers-by returned to his studio without incident, shutting the door and turning his head.

There was an unconcealable tension and slight excitement on the face of the man with the full beard.

“Ban, more and more people are looking for you. It really went according to plan.”

“I’m glad.”

clap clap clap!!

Lennok, who was concentrating on welding while wearing a mask on the workbench without looking back at the man, answered.

“It seems that the residents of Machine City are more diligent than I thought. I figured I would have to work for a month or so for word to start spreading.”

“Because there are very few people in this city whose bodies have not been replaced by machines.”

The man sighed and shook his head.

“Once rumors start to spread, more and more people will come. Are you really going to be okay like this?”

“It’s okay Mouser.”

After taking off his mask and sighing lightly, Lennok finally turned his head.

Despite having already taken off the mask once, the side of Lennok’s face had all sorts of mechanical parts like tattoos running quietly.

“Because the bigger the word gets, the better equipped people will start coming to do repairs.”

Lennok, who obtained information about life in the machine city by reverse interrogating the organ trader, did not delay long.

Immediately use the ticket to pass through the machine city gate and infiltrate the outskirts of the city where the poor live.

Right after that, he succeeded in easily entering the workshop area through an acquaintance who existed in the machine city.

Mouser, the head of the machine city delegation, met on the way to the Blaver Mage Tower with Evelyn.

Lennok once cleared a debt while rescuing Mouser from a pandemonium that broke into the Blaver Tower.

Lennok, who came to visit him without forgetting the relationship, had been attempting to maintain mechanical equipment for several days by disguising his identity as a workshop craftsman.

“Apart from its closed nature, Machine City is undeniably a high-tech civilization standing at the forefront of mechanical engineering and sorcery engineering.”

Lennok said as he ran his hands through the mechanical parts he had hammered into his skin.

In fact, it was an iron mask made by applying artificial gel on the skin and assembling the parts to make it appear to be working, but it was plausible on the outside.

“As much as I have come to Makina, I must not miss the opportunity to touch, maintain, and inspect the equipment used on site.”

Compared to the Balkans, it is difficult for outsiders to blend into this city as the boundaries between districts are stronger and there are restrictions on travel distance according to ticket levels.

At least, the most welcome thing in this city is the existence of craftsmen and engineers with excellent skills.

That’s why Lennok chose the most suitable job to adapt to this city in order to track down the traces of Kaise and the failure of the Gate of Ascension.

“I don’t understand why a mage like you would suddenly want to be an engineer... ... .”

Mouser let out a sigh and nodded with a look of abandon.

“Anyway, I will provide as much convenience as I can, so be careful not to get caught if possible.

“It is enough that you provided us with a space to use as a workshop.”

The debt that had saved Mouser’s life had secured a place in the workshop, but I had no intention of relying on him any more.

Mouser is a popular craftsman enough to be dispatched as a delegation representing Makina to the Blaber Magic Tower.

There’s nothing more foolish than throwing away these connections just to get a few more money from him.

But Mouser muttered anxiously, as if worried about Lennok’s confirmation.

I’ve said it many times, but impersonating a craftsman is strictly forbidden in this city. I don’t care, but considering your original status... ... .”

I opened the window at the back of the studio’s workbench, and as the rain stopped, I frowned at the sunlight peeking in.

Lennok laughed as he watched the people walking one by one from the far distance toward him.

“Wouldn’t that be a problem if I had better tact than the real artisans?”