Chapter 776

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 776

Ghost Journey (2)

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Loud horns and smoky fumes bothered the eyes and ears.

The image of a run-down train station strewn with stench and filth.

Old trains twisted on the tracks with a raspy noise.

Those who were strewn with drugs and alcohol tossed and turned their butts in annoyance at the sound.

“... ... .”

Lennok was leaning near the counting counter with his robe pulled down tightly, watching the figure.

Abandoned satellite city outside the megalopolis, an informal outer ring railway.

An illegal station built to smuggle in items or supplies prohibited by the council.

The city government has never acknowledged its existence, but on the contrary, its business has not been suspended or cracked down.

Of course, most of the officials gathered here are smugglers who bring all kinds of dangerous goods to the Balkans.

It is no different from everyday life here to openly move corpses or load blood-stained objects on sacks.

If you catch any of the homeless people strewn about smoking cigarettes on the street and ask them a question, the items they carry and their prices will jump out.

I know that Jenny also uses the smuggling route here from time to time.

Lennok had visited to buy the catalyst needed to make tobacco, but he wasn’t here today to make a deal.

“swimming... ... .”

A corner of the station where people are busy coming and going.

The image of an old woman wearing an old hood and sitting blankly staring into space.

On one side of the station, Lennok, checking the direction the old woman’s eyes were pointing at, moved slowly toward her.

Doug!

He took some coins out of his pocket and put them in a tin can in front of the old woman, who stared at Lennok with blurry eyes.

“... ... .”

An old woman gaping blankly and Lennok staring at her in silence.

No words were exchanged, but slowly the old woman’s eyes began to return to focus.

“Oh, a precious alms to such an old man... ... .”

“Are you a shaman?”

The old woman’s hand as she picked up the money stopped at Lennok’s immediate question.

It is no coincidence that Lennok chose the old woman out of all the vagrants lying on the station.

It was because he noticed that the eyes of the old woman wandering aimlessly in the air were looking at something floating around the station.

Shaman. In other words, psychics.

Some treat them as the same system as shamans, but depending on whether they are based on primitive beliefs, they are differentiated to some extent in this world.

Depending on each person’s aptitude and talent, the powers and spells that can be used are extremely different, so it’s difficult to group them into a consistent standard.

The few things they have in common is that they know how to see the soul and use its power to some extent.

Those who have a strong connection with the system, even if not to the level of commanding magic that directly uses the spirit body.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about... ... .”

“I understand that trains heading to Yorta regularly rotate and change stopovers.”

Lennok asked quietly at the old woman who scratched her head and pretended not to know.

“If you have spiritual abilities, you should know how the waypoint changes. Tell me which train I should take.”

“... ... .”

The Headlane River that must be crossed to head to Yorta.

However, in order to cross the river, one has to pass through the swamp, the source of which the river begins.

The problem is that trains passing through the swamp regularly change destinations even within the outer loop railway.

If so, among the magicians sitting on the station, those with psychic powers related to the military command city must have the information.

Hearing those words, the old woman’s gaze toward Lennok changed dramatically.

“It’s okay... ... Know.”

The old woman laughed and nodded her head.

“There are only a limited number of people who have things to see in Yorta, so they are people you know when you cross a bridge. Most don’t even ask about this.”

“... ... .”

“But since it’s been such a long time since I’ve been accepted, I’ll tell you where to go if you do me one favor.”

“what?”

“Leave this place as soon as possible.”

said the old woman, pointing to Lennok’s back.

“Because of your presence, all the waves around you are shaking. The other spirits are afraid of you just by standing here.”

“... ... .”

“I don’t know what kind of power the spirit possessed that was so frightened that it was free from the restraints of matter... ... .”

Taking a scrap of paper from within her bosom, the old woman wrote something with an old feather pen and handed it to Lennok.

“This is the train to the Headlane River this quarter, so get a ticket from the conductor.”

Saying that, the old woman pulled her hood down and averted her gaze.

At that attitude that was more self-assured than he thought, Lennok smiled and stood up from his seat.

Anyway, since you have the information you want, there is no need to waste your time.

It wasn’t difficult for Lennok to find the person on the other side of the station who was believed to be the conductor.

“Move quickly!”

The image of a man with a black hood tied tightly around his head and screaming.

“I will move all my stuff and take the train out within an hour. I have to do business with other satellite city bastards, so wake up. You don’t want to make money?!”

Lennok stared blankly at the man and sneaked closer to him when the supplies were almost finished.

“hmm?”

The moment the man turned his head in surprise at the figure of the robe standing right next to him like a ghost.

Lennok said quietly.

“I will take the train.”

“... ... What is your destination?”

Lennok said nothing and handed the folded paper to the man.

A bunch of banknotes inserted as if it were natural in a folded piece of paper.

The man, who casually picked up the bill and checked the destination written on the paper, frowned.

“Ah, not here. The seats are full. All tickets are sold out within a week, so find another train.”

“Get on here.”

“... ... friend.”

The man tapped Lennok on the shoulder with his thick palm.

“I paid a lot of money, so I’ll explain it once, but there’s no next time. If you ask someone else this question, your fist will fly.”

“I know that there is a gambling board where the surplus of sold-out tickets is bet as a prize.”

“... ... .”

Lennok said quietly, looking at the man with his mouth shut.

“I want to be on the plate. It was the reward I gave you.”

As Lennok has often used this black market, he is not aware of the rumors and information about this place.

It is an open secret that they are gambling at the station using train tickets as stakes.

The man sighed and turned to Lennok.

“Hey, I don’t know where you heard that nonsense, but leaving extra tickets is not our way. ”

“... ... .”

“It’s just that we’re leaving a few seats open to prevent the worst. And, to put it bluntly... ... .”

Clap. The man pulled out a sawed-off shotgun and turned around, aiming it at Lennok’s stomach.

The man with the blunt muzzle thrust into his chest spoke plainly.

“At least we select the people to be on the plate and send them in. I don’t like gloomy robes like yours.”

“... ... .”

“If you understand, just get on any train and get out of this city. Do you understand?”

“Did you say it prevented the worst?”

Lennok nodded.

“Then I’ll just have to be the case.”

“... ... what?”

Whiririk!!

Something grabbed the man’s ankle and lifted him upside down.

Unlike the gambling hall earlier, Lenok was sitting in his seat, but he didn’t even show interest.

“... ... But

Lennok felt an incomparable chill and laughed down his robes.

Faint traces hidden all over the walls and ceiling of the room.

I can roughly guess what they’re aiming for,

but- baaaang!!

The train departs as soon as Lennok takes his seat.

Leaving the station, we quickly move away from the view of the Balkans.

The moment when the speeding train enters a dark tunnel and the space inside the seat is covered in darkness.

Clap!!

The sound of tight handcuffs echoing around Lennok’s wrists as he leaned back in the chair.

“... ... .”

Looking to the side, the other passengers who had just been ignoring Lennok were standing there.

A ghastly figure standing silently in the train aisle like a ghost looking down at Lennok.

In the dark tunnel, only the strange light in their eyes can be seen.

Lennok asked, adjusting his handcuffs.

“What is this?”

“Sometimes there are psychic people like you who don’t know how to get on the train to Yorta.”

said the man who was straddling the seat across from Lennok.

“You are so naive. They believe, for no reason, that they will be safe once they get on the train to Yorta.”

“... ... .”

“If you sit down so that those friends don’t run away and spread the board lightly like this... ... .”

Rumble rattle!!

The moment the train just came out of the dark tunnel shakes violently and the light comes back into the cabin.

Lennok kept his mouth shut when he discovered the blood-stained shaman’s course that covered the ceiling and walls of the room.

The man lightly snapped his fingers and whistled at Lennok.

“You are left defenseless in the middle of the magic circle that suppresses your spiritual abilities.”

It was only then that Lennok realized why they had come out so confidently.

The reason why as soon as they enter the tunnel, they are handcuffed and forced to come out without any intention to hide their true feelings.

Is it because he thinks that Lennok is a psychic and that his ability is completely suppressed in this room?

Even though he has never shown any ability, he knows Lennok as a psychic, and he knows and is certain that his destination is Yorta.

Even more so, if they knew that Lennok was a passenger who bought a ticket separately, it was obvious where they got that information.

“The shaman sold my information to them.”

Lennox’s gaze fell coldly.

“Or is this a trap that was designed this way from the beginning?”

“What does that matter?”

As the man said that and looked around, the passengers took something out of their arms one by one.

Items in the form of artifacts or accessories, but with different shapes and origins.

The only thing they have in common is that they all have a bleak aura.

“If you were going to Yorta, you would have a ritual to cross the Headlane River.”

the man said

“Hand it over to us.”

“... ... consciousness? I’m not talking about train tickets.”

“Since Yorta is straddled between the material world and the spirit world, she needs a sacrifice to cross both borders, right?”

“... ... .”

“Give me the ritual items to pass through the spirit world. If you hand it over to us, it will save your life.”

It is a sacrifice to pass through the spirit world.

Though not directly mentioned, Lennok immediately understood what they wanted from him.

An artifact-class artifact that Lennok obtained directly from Zilean’s Fortress to enter Yorta.

The ring of the guide that was inside Gyro’s ship.

It must be that they want to transfer the power of the artifact that must have been produced in the Command City.

“I don’t understand. What are you going to do with it after you guys do your best to steal the ritual?”

But even though Lennok knew that fact, he deliberately pretended not to know.

“I don’t see the point in taking mine if you already have a ritual object.”

“After passing the checkpoint at the Headlane River, from then on, where in the city it will be assigned is determined by the level of the ritual object.”

“... ... .”

“We just want to be assigned to the best possible stairway at that time. Isn’t that strange?”

Looking at the man who answered with a smile, Lenok slowly raised his finger.

The man who checked the Ring of the Deliverer swallowed, and Lennok immediately activated the ring.

Woooooo...!!

The whitish figure of the guide’s ghost immediately formed over the jewels of the ring.

Other passengers standing nearby burst into admiration as the ghost looked around in silence.

“Oh oh oh... ... !!”

“It must be. It is a high-ranking spirit with the highest rarity... ... !!”

“Move quickly. I’m going to share all that power before I get to the swamp!”

As the passengers put their thoughts into the objects they were carrying, different souls began to appear above their heads.

Rituals to pass through the material world and soul-type offerings to pass through the spirit world.

Among them, what they want is not the ring, but the soul of the guide itself that dwells in the ring.

But even though Lennok knew that fact, he waited for the right moment while being handcuffed.

‘It would be more convenient to organize it at once.’

Killing these bastards right here would not bring any excitement or benefit.

You should be able to use the Holy Spirit-based magic built into the Archangel’s Compassion to wipe away their rituals and extract information from the Headlane River while watching their reactions.

That moment when Lennok thought so and waited for them all to take out their ritual items.

[...] ... Ugh.]

The ghost of the guide who was standing in front of Lennok in a daze raised his head.

A blood-soaked magic circle.

Looking at the scenery of the guest room that suppresses the ability, he twitched his lips and showed his teeth as if he was angry.

[Kuu... ... .]

The first voluntary movement of the ghost, which had been obeying Lennok’s will without any reaction.

The moment Lennok touched the ring after realizing that the abnormality was caused by the Buddhist Jin spread in the guest room.

[Awesome.]

The ghost of the guide with its grotesquely wide mouth ate up the ghosts of the other passengers.

Chew-cheep-cheep-cheep!!!

Just by turning the head once, the ghost’s form is eaten and absorbed and disappears on the spot.

The artifacts that lost their souls could not overcome the recoil and began to break apart.

damn... ...

!!

“What?!”

“This ate my ghost!”

“Oh, no! Spit it out right now! Right now!!”

“I can’t enter Yorta without this... ... !!”

Passengers screaming in bewilderment after realizing what had happened belatedly.

Correspondingly, the incantation patterns drawn on the ceiling and walls of the room slowly lost their power and disappeared.

Only then did the ghost of the guide who had been looking at them slowly turn its gaze to Lennok.

[Knock it off.]

The moment the guide’s ghost, having digested all the ghosts it just ate, made a sound of satisfaction.

Behind the guide’s back, several souls he had digested appeared and began to follow him.

“... ... .”

Strange movements, as if devouring souls and guiding them on their journey.

The spirit of the guide, who grinned at Lennok silently, with several spirits behind him.

To Lennok, somehow, that figure seemed to be asking for good in the future.