Drug-Eating Genius Mage Chapter 97

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The workhouse collapses like a huge sinkhole along a huge hole in the basement.

It was only natural that factories and parking lots located on the outskirts of unknown old vehicles were swept away by them.

The surviving workers, the supervisor, and the vagrants who lived in the vicinity looked at the collapsing workhouse with empty eyes.

It is so poorly built that it breaks so easily.

The human relationships that had been created here were only of the kind that would disappear just like that.

If Lennok had known this, he might have been able to escape this place more easily than the day he first woke up in the factory.

Lennok, who had been waiting in the nearby ruins while the others went looking for the bike, turned his head when he noticed someone nearby.

I thought that all the Falchion members would have run away by now, but are there still remnants left?

“The factory collapsed…”

“What about the supervisors? Did everyone run away?”

“Are you free…”

Somehow, I didn’t feel any magic power, so it seems that the workers who were working at the workhouse did not escape and remained.

Now that the tremor has subsided, there will be nothing particularly dangerous, but they will have to find a way to live on their own.

Lennok thought that far and tried to turn his attention away, but he hesitated when he saw a familiar face among the workers.

“……….”

The person who passed the first tobacco to Lennok, who was acting dying.

The worker who gave me cheap tobacco with no money on the road to the afterlife was right there.

It was definitely half the name.

Didn’t he choose that name as his stage name to use in the back alley because he still remembers the favor he received for the first time?

It was a strange coincidence.

Lennok involuntarily raised his weary body and walked towards it.

“I’m coming this way….”

“You say you’re a wizard and rub it a bit.”

“Fuck you, do it… what are you saying?”

Finding Van sitting with a weary face ignoring the chattering workers, Lennok crouched down in front of him.

Van glanced up at Lennok’s face, but it didn’t look frightened.

He opened his mouth curtly, avoiding Lennok’s gaze.

“Do you have anything to do?”

“……no.”

Lennok smiled lightly and took out a cigarette from his arms.

The tobacco wedged between her thin fingers was not a single cigarette.

“Will you smoke one?”

I’m not sure why.

Did he just want to repay the small debt of his heart that he had been thinking about for a long time?

If it hadn’t been for the tobacco he had handed down then, Lennock might not have been able to escape the factory.

Ban, who was staring blankly at Lennok’s face, grinned.

“What am I good at?”

“That’s enough.”

The two looked at each other silently and lit a cigarette.

Cigarette smoke drifts between tired eyes and spreads through the cold winter air.

..Baaaaang!!

Listening to the distant sound of a bike, Lennok stood up.

Van looked up at Lennok, who turned his back, in silence.

There was no goodbye.

Half wouldn’t know who Lennok was, and Lennok had no intention of telling him.

They just pass by without knowing each other’s circumstances.

Just like the first time we met.

And just like that we broke up.

That was all.