Chapter 610

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 610

Selection Ceremony (2)

A gigantic stadium where the meister selection ceremony is held.

Unlike the empty audience seats, the VIP seats located on the top floor of the stadium are brightly lit.

Dozens of screens relaying the current situation are simultaneously floating in various places in the VIP room where the warmth lingers.

More than dozens of people watch the artisans work in different ways.

Among them, there were normal human figures, but there were also a lot of cyborgs and robots that were not human at all.

“Is that the artisan recommended by the bailiff at this selection ceremony?”

Isabella bowed her head at the sound of a hard voice coming from next to her.

“Yes, Commissioner Brahms.”

“hmm... ... .”

A mature man with a solid expression stroking his beard with a disapproving look.

The wide shoulders that cannot be hidden even through a suit and the muscles peeking through the sleeves of a shirt suggest the size and level of training.

The side of the man’s face has been completely replaced with a machine, giving off an inorganic metallic glow.

Brahms, who looked over the screen at the figure of Lennok who was standing on the workbench and wiggling his hands, finally opened his mouth again.

“Disappointing.”

“... ... .”

“See how you can’t lift even a single lump of iron. You look weak. I’d rather be stubborn and stupid. To stand in front of the flames all day, you have to be strong above all else, right?”

“We tried to be fair so that we could meet the standards as much as possible.”

Isabella answered without batting an eye.

“There will be no consequences that go against the rules of the Ex Machina.”

“Aren’t you trying to side with the machine head now?”

Brahms asked, not hiding his sarcastic tone.

Mechanical brains of scholars. Iron hearts of warriors. Craftsman’s Warhammer.

It is an undeniable fact that of the three factions separating the Ex Machinas, who lead the Machine City, Isabella, the Executioner, is the closest to the Iron Heart.

Likewise, Commissioner Brahms of Steel Heart was secretly sarcastic about Isabella, who was trying to keep the middle way despite having such a background.

“I didn’t prepare just one author. The artisans selected to produce the minimum results at the selection ceremony have already... ... .”

“I know that you handpicked the author a few days before the selection ceremony.”

Isabella kept her mouth shut.

Brahms glanced at her like that and slowly stroked her chin.

“If the author causes trouble, you will be responsible for it too.”

“... ... understand.”

Isabella maintained a calm attitude even as she watched Ujat, who was standing next to her, clenched her fists.

He understands that if he hastily reacts emotionally, he will only feed the members of the Iron Heart.

After the failure of the Ascension Gate, the Ex Machina split into three factions.

In the direction divided by the head and heart hammers, the executive officers were also slowly being swept away without winning the flow.

In the process, it is still undecided which side will ‘maintain’ this gigantic machine city in the right direction.

Nonetheless, there is no one who does not know that it is the right thing to do in this city to attract even one more skilled artisan and meister.

There was a reason why the meister selection ceremony, which was only an honorary position a long time ago, had become so grandiose.

“Hmm... ... .”

But even while Brahms threatened the bailiff, the other Meisters who filled the VIP seats didn’t pay attention.

Rather, the meisters gathered forward one by one as if pushing Brahms standing in front of the screen.

“Ugh... ... !! What’s going on?”

“Commissioner Brahms, move aside for a second. Can’t you see the screen well?”

“He stands out very well among the other artisans.”

Realizing that some of the Meisters who participated as judges for this selection ceremony were keeping an eye on Lennok, Brahms asked with a slightly puzzled look.

“You mean you like the workmanship of that craftsman?”

However, the Meisters responded to Brahms’ question with a calm expression.

“Look at that. As long as the eyes are properly attached.”

“It hasn’t been long since the selection ceremony started, but you keep talking to other artisans.”

As he said, Lennok, who could be seen through the screen, was constantly talking to other artisans near the workbench.

Every time Lennok says something, the faces of the artisans facing him change from amazement to disapproval.

Then, as if Lennok’s hand gestures, he turns into a worker who moves in perfect order.

Commissioner Brahms also shut his mouth with an indescribable expression at the sight of Lennok treating more than four artisans like his own workers in an instant.

“Isn’t it fun? To the extent that I could easily obtain the cooperation of artisans in this short amount of time.”

“Commissioner Brahms knows very well how proud artisans who are skilled enough to participate in the selection ceremony are so proud and obsessed with their results.”

A few Meisters stroked his chin in an interesting way.

“In the first place, due to the lack of deadlines and strong pride, people who do not cooperate well with each other without any restrictions are voluntarily stepping up to help one young man like that. Aren’t you curious about his skill?”

“Um... ... .”

The fact that there is no other regulation other than the submission of the results within the time limit at the Meister selection ceremony is not because craftsmen are encouraged to collaborate or help each other.

Even if you barely manage to take care of your own submissions, it’s a very tight time. Pride as a craftsman high enough to participate in the selection ceremony.

There is a sense of pressure that senior artisans who are already better than them are going into the screening process with a clear view of the process.

Even if there is no such regulation, most artisans are fully aware that organized collaboration is meaningless.

However, Lennok knew this, but as if it was natural, he talked to other artisans, persuaded them, and obtained their cooperation.

It must be because the meaning of Lennok’s words conveyed to them something higher than the tight time and pressure.

“It’s a pity that the microphone isn’t good enough. I’d like to hear at least a piece of what you were talking about to convince them.”

“Look at that. At first, he seemed to be explaining about iron ore, but now he is picking out metals for other artisans instead.”

He nodded his head with an old man’s indifferent expression.

“The treasure of the Crown of Hearts, which stores the most valuable and ancient artifacts in the Machine City. People say that these are equipment that even current Meisters cannot touch.”

“... ... .”

“Aside from everything else, this is a space reserved for artisans who are aiming for meisters in the maintenance field. If you fix something that can’t be fixed, that alone will allow you to be recognized for your achievements and get a high score.”

The old man lowered his voice slightly and continued speaking while looking around.

“I saw you deal with foldring alloys. You don’t have to push yourself too hard, but after the selection ceremony, the workshops will take care of you. Don’t be rude and wait patiently.”

Did you see Lennok subcontracting other artisans to mold various metals?

It seems that the old man already knew what kind of metal he handled and selected in the process.

However, instead of nodding to the old man’s persuasion, Lennok stared blankly at the old man’s behavior.

“you... ... .”

The moment the old man lifted his shoulders slightly as if uncomfortable with the gaze, Lennok opened his mouth.

“You are wearing a watch.”

“Hmm?”

“Unlike maintenance, artisans undergoing a fabrication or remodeling process usually do not wear anything over their arms. Because it gets in the way of strenuous work.”

Lennok spoke again before the old man could react.

“If you look at the collar, you are wearing a shirt that is as good as new, but only one shoulder is strongly wrinkled. It means that I haven’t moved for quite a while in a tilted position... ... .”

Saying that, Lennok averted his gaze.

“Considering the time the selection ceremony started, it seems that he barely moved from here as soon as the event started.”

“... ... While the old man was speechless, Lennok, who had been looking around for a while, moved on without hesitation

.

“If I was working on my work, stationary at the end of the stadium, watching my work from a distance of thousands of meters, there was only one possibility I could think of.”

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about... ... .”

The old man’s words, which had been smirking nonchalantly, stopped as soon as Lennok saw something elongated that he had pulled out from the last display case without hesitation.

A beautiful telescope that emits a brilliant iridescent light.

Even at a glance, it seems to reveal that it is an unusual treasure, and even in this stadium with dark lights, it is shedding a unique light.

“Equipment with the ability to see thousands of meters from a sitting position. Wasn’t that also repairing the items in this display case?”

Lennok smiled as he stroked the telescope he had lifted.

“It turns out that you are a craftsman like me who is aiming for achievements in the maintenance field.”

“... ... Put it down when I say nice things.”

The face of the old man, who finally revealed his true color, sank gloomily.

“Did you mean to persuade me to return and reduce the competition?”

“Pavaya’s Phnom Penh is something that a young artisan like you shouldn’t touch.”

The old man shook his head as if he couldn’t help it.

“I just didn’t want to see a foolish artisan like you disrupt my work by recklessly turning this space upside down.”

“... ... .”

Did he not want the other artisans to find out that he was aiming for the celestial mirror, so he noticed Lennok’s approach and put the celestial mirror back in the display case?

I couldn’t sympathize with that tenacious obsession, but I understood the old man’s intentions in giving Lennok advice and pretending not to know.

An ancient artifact called the Heavenly Ritual of Papaya.

Lennok nodded after lightly synchronizing his magical powers and ending his internal exploration.

“It’s an object used to look through cracks in non-existent space by adjusting the magnification of the lens on different spatial axes.”

“... ... what?”

Lennok laughed as the old man looked back at him more surprised than ever before.

“Unless you are an ancient species born in the imaginary dimension and able to walk a tightrope between spaces, it is difficult to repair. It’s definitely not something I can touch.”

“That’s right. I don’t know how the hell you knew that. quietly... ... !!”

“But at least I can try to fix it so no one else can fix it.”

Could it be that he was sure that Lennok knew the principle of the heavenly law and therefore did not lie?

The old man’s face collapsed with pitiful ease.

“Oh, no... ... please don’t... ... . It took me a very long time to get my hands on the Heavenly Ridge... ... !!”

“Then will you help me do a treasure hunt inside this case?”

“... ... A treasure hunt?”

Before Lennok could answer, he took out a broken pike hilt from inside the last display case he was standing in.

“This pike fragment. It is an artifact that contains the magic of ‘coming’. It also has a fairly strong concentration of magical power.”

“... ... “

Now, in this showcase, some of the treasures that Machine City has collected and stored for a very long time are on display.”

Lennok asked while waving the clairvoyant at the old man who was silent.

“Wouldn’t it be rather a great loss for a craftsman to pick out an item to repair without examining all the items gathered here?”

Lennok had no interest in the Pavaya’s Celestial Mirror, which the old man was aiming to repair from the beginning.

That’s why Lennok was thinking of reversing the weakness of the old man who was trying to exclude him from competition, and having him examine the artifacts piled up in this display case instead.

Even at first glance, the old man is a master craftsman who participated in the selection ceremony aiming for the heavenly mirror of Papaya many times. They were also likely to be familiar with the artifacts displayed in the showcase.

Belatedly, the old man frowned slightly and sighed, as if he understood Lennok’s words.

“... ... I got it completely wrong. Got it. But the odds of a precious relic that is poor enough to be repaired are not very likely to exist in a display case like this.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

As Lennok said, he quietly reached into his arms and took out a black cube.

The shape of a cube that constantly changes and changes its shape as if it is constantly rising from the inside of the shape of the cube.

“Because it is certain that it exists. All we have to do is find it.”

A medium artifact that has the ability to randomly recreate the results of another spatial axis by injecting magical energy received as a gift from Ming.

Penterect had been reacting in front of this display case for the first time in a while.