Chapter 920

약먹는 천재마법사 920화

conference(3)

Cheeeeeek!!

Every time the dark red lava flows and falls, an annoying noise and a haze arise.

A lava lake pooling in the center of a dark cavity and dissipating tremendous heat.

The waterfall of heat falling overhead maintains and builds the shape of the lake that cannot exist under natural features.

The lowest 18th floor of Gisu Shrine, Shenzhen’s blast furnace.

“Palace lord.”

A metal scaffolding located at the edge of the lake.

The woman in her suit stood with her hands clasped together politely and opened her mouth.

“The quenching preparation is complete. “I need her to cool down, so please stop coughing.”

[...Hmm, has it already been so long?]

At that moment, a languid roar rang out in the middle of the huge lava lake.

Splat!!

A metal sphere of complex shape rose above the lake, and an ordinary human body appeared beneath it.

As the metal sphere that replaced the head rotated, the body from the neck down slowly walked across the lake.

A strange appearance that appears unaffected by the heat of lava, which melts even metal.

Cheap!!

He walks out of the lake with chunks of lava flowing between his arms and shoulders.

With a single wave of my hand, I shook off the remaining heat and put on the prepared gown.

As I sat down in the armchair next to the lava lake, a woman in a suit approached me and began to carefully caress the metal sphere.

“I will adjust it in the order of Yeokgeum, Seobol, Jihak, and Baeksul.”

Gisu Shrine, which deals with techniques that manipulate the polarity of metal.

However, the technique is extremely delicate and complex, and can only be established under an organic balance.

In order to wield the contradiction of bias in the rules of the technique, the practitioner himself must be aware of perfect balance.

‘Quenching’ is a process of periodic adjustment so that the practitioner can correctly perceive this balance.

This is because human thinking and judgment are never neutral, but are biased and wrong.

The task of pounding and refining the contents of one’s mind in a heat that exceeds its limits and rewriting it correctly.

It was clear evidence that the techniques of the Horse Body Shrine were no longer functioning as a power for humans.

Crank!

Black, silver, golden and red metals mix and rotate, making strange noises.

Olynik, the brainchild who left the control of the sphere to the woman’s hands, sighed softly.

[I’m tired, Raquin. Even without that, I feel more tired these days.]

“If the palace lord had not passed two embers to Cheonbeon, he would have been able to rest more comfortably in the furnace than now.”

The woman called Raquin answered calmly.

She said, “The embers of Goyeom (怪炎) and the search (燮色) of Sangcheon (想泉). “It was too valuable an item to be handed over to a baseless wizard.”

[Laquin... You said it was something that could not be helped.]

She answered in a drawl that made Oli Nick sleepy.

[If I hadn’t intervened, the decisive battle between Cheonbeon and Lightning would have been much later than planned. In the worst case, things may have dragged on until the meeting.]

“....”

[He was a cautious man, uncharacteristic of a flame magician. She wouldn’t make a move until she discussed the odds. In fact, the inaction he showed during the decisive battle was truly astonishing, but...]

Olly Nick shrugged her shoulders.

[Did you say that the success or failure of a person’s work is determined by heaven? He was a little short of a magician who opened the sky and summoned lightning.]

“I saw the people below discussing whether they would win or lose the battle that was taking place at the time.”

Raquin answered calmly.

“He said that if the Thought had not invaded, the game might have gone in a slightly different direction.”

[Ho, so?]

“Of course, I scolded him and as punishment, I locked him in a gold room for a week...”

[....]

In response to Raquin’s reply that he didn’t understand her, Oli Nick raised his gaze at her with a puzzled expression.

[No, Raquin. So what was the conclusion? Did they lock her up for a week without even listening to the end?]

“They said they were just discussing a claim that had become a hot topic on the deep web. “It didn’t seem worth listening to.”

[Huh... I thought it wasn’t wrong, so I tried to listen to the English version.]

“yes?”

[Because that decisive battle was deliberately arranged to leave room. As expected, there are many discerning people left in the shadows.]

Raquin’s expression hardened slightly at the words Olynyk muttered indifferently.

“...Are you saying that the two wizards kissed beforehand after deciding whether to win or lose?”

[I don’t know the specific circumstances. Who knows what kind of conversation would have taken place in the realm of a thousand times?]

Olynyk said, laying his head in Raquin’s touch.

[However, it is clear that they prioritized their own goals over immediate wins and losses. The agreement must have been quick because Cheonbyeon wanted to subdue his master, and Golrei wanted to subdue the thought form. That is why the decision was made strangely quickly immediately after the territorial expansion.]

“then....”

[You may have regretted passing on the embers of anger and anger to Cheonbeon, but I think I would not have been able to use it in this way if it were not now.]

Olynyk muttered.

[Gyeomyeom has become an evil power to use in her control, and the spark of anger is a power that ultimately belongs to her herself. It is enough if it is handed over before its value drops and used as a catalyst to advance a thousand actions.]

“I don’t think it was a power whose value would fall as easily as you said.”

[That is also true. A thousand times, he would not have felt that his performance had been tested to the end.]

Olynyk said leisurely.

[If everything was left unburned, it wouldn’t be surprising if a fire rose again from the ashes.]

Instead of answering her words, Oliveira threw the old parchment she was holding in her hand over her veil.

The parchment rolled out from behind the hazy veil and fell at Lennok’s feet.

When Lennok picked it up and unfolded it, he saw a symbol of a mountain goat shedding tears of blood engraved on the parchment.

“....”

[Among the nobles of Arsnova, there are only a few names left that maintain their reputation.]

At the moment when Lennok frowned at the shape of the pattern that did not try to hide its ominousness, Oliveira spoke.

[Anathema is one of the very few names that retains significant status and power.]

“...It was about Armas von Anathema.”

Lennok nodded his head.

Because he had remembered that name ever since he heard it from the necromancer.

Eyes of destruction. Level 8 dragon wizard. Hero of the civil war.

Although he had heard many different epithets, it was for no other reason that Lennok remembered the name so impressively.

The attitude of a necromancer as if Anathema’s name itself has meaning.

This is because it gave Lennok a strong sense of discomfort.

“Is this goat shedding bloody tears a symbol of Anathema?”

[The reason why that name still retains power is surprisingly simple.]

Oliveira said.

[This is because Anathema was a noble family exiled from the central city. It is an ironic story that Arsnova was able to maintain its existence because it happened before its fall.]

“....”

[But even such a trivial coincidence is an extremely precious cause and fate in this world.]

Beyond the veil, Oliveira’s eyes flashed as he turned completely towards Lennok.

[It’s a deal, wizard.]

Oliveira said.

[Contact Anathema and bring back a part of her body.]

“...It’s ridiculous.”

Only then did Lennoc laugh, realizing what Oliveira wanted.

“Bring Anathema’s body parts during the meeting? Do you think such a thing would be possible?”

[Although it has faded over time, Anathema’s talents and privileges are real. A crystal of pure cause and effect that remained undamaged even during the fall of the central city.]

“Why do you need that?”

[Because what I am trying to do is a miracle in which success cannot be expected without a certain amount of good fortune.]

“....”

Oliveira’s gaze shined strongly.

[I’m not specifically trying to ask for your understanding. Of course, make sure you pay the price you deserve.]

“It’s a well-deserved reward.”

Lennok scoffed.

“It’s a completely different story from Deadrise. “You know, right?”

The reason why the demon of Dead Rise, Faisha Grisvern, was captured alive was because she was an enemy that had to be defeated, even though it was not at Oliveira’s request.

Since she was someone who would inevitably collide in the process of building the magic tower, she only used her hand in the process.

If this were to be a transaction like the present where the body parts of Anathema had never been met, the price Lenno should receive would have to be very high.

“Even though it is added to the agenda of the meeting, it is actually adding one more task.”

Lennok, inhaling smoke through an inhaler, threw back his head.

“Not only will I check the price of success in advance, but I will also receive an advance payment this time. “If you don’t like even one thing, just pretend it never happened.”

[Do you think I will let go while moving a difficult magician like you?]

“You’re going to pay for it yourself?”

[of course.]

Oliveira laughed.

[If you succeed in this task, I will personally help you so that you can go straight to the Abyssal City.]

“....”

The expression disappeared from Lennok’s face.

The rainbow-colored eyes that were watching Lennok through the veil drew an arc.

[It seems like he doesn’t know what to do because he likes it.]

“...That’s an interesting answer.”

Lenok laughed as he stood up, releasing the breathing apparatus from his grasp.

“I wouldn’t have said anything about the Abyssal City.”

[Didn’t you ask Sinclair’s agent for advice on this?]

“Search...?”

Sinclair Magic Tower. If you’re asking for advice on Kundara’s matter, you’re probably referring to Clarice Richellen.

A wizard who was Aris Richellen’s mentor would not have talked about that fact carelessly.

While Lennok was wondering how he found out, Oliveira spoke.

[In order to enter Kundara, you must forcibly adjust the timing of the star’s orbital period.]

“....”

[Originally, I can accelerate the time when the rotation of the stars should be calculated and estimated.]

If you think about it, Clarisse also mentioned the word orbital period.

Did he say that there would be fluctuations in the orbital period based on the veil of the central front?

Lennok’s complexion changed slightly as he recalled his memories.

“Wait a minute, no way....”

[I will tell you here what I could not tell you because of the laws of the Jangsaengjong.]

Oliveira laughed.

[The curtain that currently blocks Arsnova is Kundara’s work. Would this be the answer if we took this fact as an advance payment?]