Chapter 628

The drug-eating genius wizard episode 628

Designer (1)

After solving the case in the cyberd workshop, the time in the upper workshop district passed quickly.

He continues to work as an artisan in the studio and whenever he has free time, he collects information about Ascension Gate.

‘There are more clues about the Gate of Ascension through Boyan’s memories than I thought.’

Lennok’s eyes shone sharply as he quickly flipped through the thick books and papers.

‘Even if you can’t find the most important secret like the location of the Ascension Gate at once, you can definitely trace its traces and history.’

If Lennok had just arrived in Machine City, he wouldn’t have been able to dig into Makina’s living quarters and conduct an investigation like this.

The library where you are currently searching for materials is also a facility that can only be used by artisans residing in high-level workshops or residents who have earned tickets to that level.

However, due to the various things he solved while continuing his role as a craftsman, there were more opportunities to approach the Makina core district than expected.

Lennok had not overlooked that fact and was trying to make the most of what was available to him.

‘I’m going to have to keep my artisan status until I find a clear clue while reducing the workshop work little by little.’

After a short break in the library, return to the workshop. Start preparing to welcome guests.

Cyberd’s words that he would introduce Lennok’s studio to other artisans were not a lie.

jump!!

“Since a month ago, my workshop suddenly cut off customers... ... !! Please help me!!”

As if all of them came after hearing the story from Cyberd, now they even have the sincerity of printing out photos of their workshops and bringing them to Lennok.

Lennok asked as soon as he saw the picture of the artisan’s workshop.

“You recently switched raw material suppliers. Is that correct?”

“That’s right!!”

Rather than being surprised or astonished, the craftsman nodded his head eagerly as if it was as expected.

“The transport cart shown at the bottom of the picture is slightly collapsed. Since you can’t use a cart that has been broken in the workshop for a long time, it means that the weight and material of the metal being moved have changed significantly.”

“As expected, it was just as rumored!!!”

Instead of responding, Lennok pointed to a corner of the photo of the workshop the craftsman had brought.

“The wall next to the furnace is wet. It’s impossible to think of the heat. The steam that evaporated from the inside mixes with magic power and continues to discolor the furnace.”

“Ha, but the supplier I contracted with said that if they use the alloy they smelt, there will never be any leakage of magic power... ... !!”

Lennok continued to stare blankly at the photo, then pointed to the tongs on the workbench.

“Seeing that one end of this tong is bent, it must be a device made of deformable alloy.”

“uh? uhh... ... yes... ... .”

“This type of deformable alloy is usually made by combining magic with liquid metal.”

Lennok shook his head at his father-in-law, who responded irritably.

“It seems that the liquid metal and mana are separated and starting to play separately after being exposed to the heat for a long time.”

“So what?!”

“We need to change suppliers right away.”

“Ugh, I thought I’d found a groundbreaking cost reduction method... ... .”

Mouser clicked his tongue as he pounded his hammer at the crafting table as he watched the craftsman return with his shoulders drooping.

“Looks like you’ve been scammed by a supplier. Stupid artisans are like that sometimes, but it’s not until a friend who is about the level of a craftsman in a high-level workshop is like that... ... .”

“I heard that alloys using new materials are usually difficult to understand at a glance, so craftsmen are easily scammed.”

said Lennok, tapping the newspaper spread on the table next to the workbench.

“If you look at the news, they say that iron prices have gone up a lot these days, so you probably wanted to cut costs if possible.”

At Lennok’s words, Mouser turned to Lennok with a sullen look.

“Now you seem more familiar with the Machine City than I am, don’t you think so?”

“I wish the Mouser artisan paid a little more attention to current events.”

“... ... .”

A break time after having a casual conversation and a light meal in the workshop approaching noon.

Every day around this time, Lennok went to the library located near the workshop district to look up materials on the Gate of Ascension.

“Meldrance Deborah Claschik Velma... ... Wrong.”

Lennok, who had been flipping through a book about the ending level gates and barriers in Machine City Machina, quickly closed the thick book and stood up.

“I searched through hundreds of professional books for several days, but I couldn’t find the name I was looking for... ... .”

Except for the time he worked in the studio, he almost lived in the library on other days and devoted himself to researching materials, but in the end, the information Lennok needed most could not be found anywhere.

Among Boyan’s memories, the man muttered a word right before he entered the door.

Atermeyer, the designer of the Ascension Gate.

Lennok was certain that the name would play a key role in tracing the Ascension Gate, and had been searching through books and papers, but

hadn’t found the name anywhere until several days later.

[When I arbitrarily entered the word master in the search box and turned to the search, I confirmed that the Makina internal security module was moving this way.]

Darby, in Lennok’s arms, seemed to have found results on her own, and quietly conveyed the results.

[There are cases where certain sites or networks are set as forbidden words, and it seems almost certain that location tracking is set to activate when the name is searched.

] That means the security system is designed to do that.”

“Elava. Come in and let’s talk.”

As soon as he could hear Ebert’s words, a woman followed him into the workshop.

Solid work boots with a lightweight outfit over work clothes. The thick and thick eyebrows are impressive.

Even at a glance, it can be seen that he is a craftsman, and his expression is comparable to that of a confident expression.

She went right up to Mouser, put her hands together politely, and bowed her head.

“I’ve heard a lot about the story of Craftsman Lyman.”

“... ... ?”

“If you don’t mind, can I talk to you about the problem I’m having?”

Mouser laughed when he realized that the woman was confusing him.

“Ebert. Didn’t you explain properly? It’s a lot of fun.”

“yes?”

A woman who couldn’t understand Mouser’s words for a moment and tilted her head.

Ebert laughed at the woman and pointed at Lennok.

“Lyman’s father-in-law is him. You’ve got the wrong person.”

“yes? No, the craftsman who even consulted the workshop of the cyberd craftsman then... ... ?”

The woman walked back in front of Lennok, hesitantly, not understanding, and bowed her head.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Elaba.”

“... ... .”

Lennok looked at the woman who introduced herself as Elaba, then said,

“It’s not a matter of workshop.”

“yes? ah... ... .”

Elava scratched her cheek with embarrassment.

“Yes. I haven’t had my own workshop yet.”

“You seem to be working as an apprentice under another craftsman. Are you thinking of quitting soon?”

“Huh? yes... ... How did you know?”

Elava, who casually replied, asked back as if she were curious.

Lennok replied, turning his head and picking up the hammer.

“Artisans with long hair, both male and female, tend to leave traces of their work on their hair.”

“yes?”

“Overall, my hair is uneven, but the top of my hair is barely tanned. It is proof that even though I have been engaged in artisan work for quite a while, I have not been near the furnace for a week.”

“... ... .”

“Isn’t the fact that the apprentice craftsman didn’t sit in front of the furnace, proof that his heart has already left there?”

Elava, who had been listening to Lennok’s words in a daze, finally came to her senses with a gasp.

“And indeed, it is as rumored. No, how can I just have that... ... .”

“Obviously, it’s not something you can tell just by looking at your hair.”

Lennok laughed as he bent the wire on the workbench with a hammer.

“The light outfit that is not like a craftsman and the difference in muscle mass on both arms, the fact that the weight of the shoes you are wearing is different, and the fire-resistant fabric is attached... ... Because he is a craftsman in a workshop who works in front of a very high-temperature furnace, you can tell whether he is working or not by looking at the smoke.”

“I don’t think that makes any more sense... ... Elava muttered in a

confident tone, then took out a heavy paper bag from her bosom as if she realized why she had come here so late.

“For now, this is my severance pay!!”

“... ... yes?”

Ignoring Lennok, who looked down at it with an absurd expression, Elava bowed her head on the spot.

“I will do anything I can, so please correct me as a craftsman!!”

“... ... ”

Lennok looked at Ebert in silence, and then he smiled and explained.

“It is literally. Can you see what Elava lacks as a craftsman?”

“Does this have anything to do with being summoned to the Simseonggwan?”

Ebert nodded.

“I can’t give you a detailed explanation, but I really need her help.”

“... ... .”

Why do I have to take care of Elava’s problem in order to enter the Simseonggwan?

As Lennok brooded over the correlation, Mouser gestured toward Elava with a sullen face.

“Hey, come over here and put your name on the list.”

“I see!”

“I said Elaba. What’s your last name?”

“Atomaire.”

At that moment, Lennok’s expression hardened as he turned around.

“My name is Elava Attermyer.”