Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 600
Pieces and Parts (2)
[Honestly, I was a bit surprised.]
Click!!
The madam, who had put down a small teacup in front of Lennok, leaned back in her chair and said,
Dark red liquid dripping in the teacup.
After thinking for a moment about what the red liquid the vampire had given out, Lennok cautiously brought it to his mouth.
Lennok asked after taking a few more sips, realizing that it tasted like black tea.
“Why?”
[Because I didn’t think that you, other than anyone else, would bring that story.]
The madam answered, smiling as if hiding her mouth behind a veil.
[Among the vampires, not many people know. Because this city was too rough to trust and depend on just because we were of the same race.]
“You’re not wrong.”
Lennok already knew that bonds between races were not so great in this world.
In a world where even the same human beings are busy stabbing each other in the back, it is difficult to send trust just because they are of the same race.
In the process, it wouldn’t be strange for the madam to filter out vampires who knew about it.
[Vergil, right?]
asked Madame without waiting for Lennoc’s answer.
[Because he’s the only vampire who has a relationship with you and knows about it.]
“….”
[It looks like you’ve cleared a very large debt. It’s deeply related to my master, so I’m sure he won’t open his mouth at all… … .]
The madam laughed.
[That’s why I didn’t think the secret would be leaked any more.]
“The fact that Oliviera and Caise Bajour devoted themselves to the same project?”
The madam fell silent at Lennok’s direct question.
The figure of drinking the remaining liquid in the teacup without hesitation.
I don’t think it’s mixed with poison or anything harmful. Such trivial maneuvers could not harm Lennok.
Rather, if the madam had played tricks on the teacup, she might be able to use that as an excuse to gain an advantage in this transaction.
“I said one of the oldest brokers on the floor.”
Lennok, who put down his empty glass and put it on, stared blankly at the madam.
“Kaise’s corpse. I respect the fact that his death has been hidden for decades.”
[…] … .]
“I want to end it with a clean transaction. If there is a price you want, please tell me now.”
Lennox’s eyes shook his head slightly.
“I will not accept rejection.”
From the beginning, I had no intention of proposing a fair deal to Madame.
A broker who has been living for a long time and has many secrets to hide.
It would be foolish not to use Lennok’s stature and reputation against such a being.
It doesn’t matter what you offer in return during the transaction process, but it is unacceptable for the madam to refuse the transaction itself.
Since she was also aware of that, she must have summoned Lennok to her place without hesitation.
[Whoa… … .]
Lennok did not know how much pressure a wizard who had transcended the hierarchy was facing from the front.
Or, to be precise, should I say that I do not know how intensely other people feel the pressure?
How much weight does Lennok’s will express and how far that power reaches.
And Madame seemed to be somewhat aware that Lennok had already crossed the hierarchy once.
The madam, who stretched out her pale fingertips and lifted the teacup, said with a small sigh.
[Do you know why I haven’t heard from you in the past few days?]
“….”
[As the quarantine measures in District 25 were lifted, civil engineering and construction projects that had been dying in the shadows became active. Among them, there are not a few companies in which I hold shares.]
“So?”
[I don’t ask for much.]
The madam met Lennoc’s gaze with red eyes through her veil.
[The right to participate in development projects in District 25. If you give us official permission, we will give you information about Kaise.]
“….”
Lennox was also slightly surprised by Madame’s calm answer.
The information that Kyeon-roe participated in the operation related to the closed area has not been released officially yet.
Even so, did Madame know that Lennok not only participated in the operation of the closed area, but also obtained the land and business rights in the 25th area?
The trouble didn’t take long.
Lennok took a business card out of his pocket and set it down on the table.
“This is the contact information for Keegan Grimes, Level 1 Conservator, who controlled the Kurvas Dam.”
Looking at the madam who took the business card silently and read it carefully, Lennok said.
“I’m officially going to step down as manager, but the man still holds most of the administrative authority around District 25, including Kurvas Dam.”
[Hmm, a first-class manager… … .]
“Put my name and tell me the business area you need. They will tell you which area development project permits to grant.”
If it was for bills or land, it would be enough to call Jenny and talk with the brokers, but what the
madam wants is for the companies she owns to get a share of the business inside the 25th district.
Perhaps, rather than wanting the land in District 25 itself, he was aiming for an arrangement to spread his influence widely as a broker.
If the lifting of the quarantine measures in the closed area does not end with this one-off, it is highly likely that opportunities will continue to return to the operators who won the first job.
Madam was looking for a way to expand the influence of the megalopolis in the long term, looking to that point from the point where the containment of District 25 was lifted.
[…] … great. I guess this should be enough. I didn’t know you would introduce me to a first-class manager.]
The madam smiled with a satisfied expression and spoke succinctly.
[It’s not easy to say that you can just say your name. Did you get used to using your status in the meantime?
]
said Lennok, interrupting the madam.
“I know that you are not taking care of Kaise’s body right now. If that were the case, there would be no way I would continue working as a broker.”
[Hmm.]
“What I want to know is where Kaise’s body is kept and who is taking care of it.”
A blue light streamed between Lennok’s eyes as he looked at the madam.
“Even if you quit the job right away, you would know who the successor was, right?”
[…] … .]
Madame was not taken aback by Lennok’s mana that quietly pressed her in.
Instead, he lightly waved outside, brought in a new teacup, and placed it between the two of them.
She gently stirred the teacup with a small spoon and opened her mouth slowly.
[After Kaise Bajour died due to the failure of the project, the vampires kept his body for no other reason.]
“…”
[Because only those who know best about human skin hardening were able to keep the body intact. That’s why I was there, too, and I’ve given up all my powers for a long time now.]
When Kaise just died, vampires were needed to keep his body most intact, but a
way to keep Kaise’s body over time Could it be that the officials of the project who found the corpse took the body back?
Before Lennok could even think, the madam spoke up.
[Kaise Bajour’s grave is in District 19.]
“Area 19….”
Along with District 25, it was a rough area that was designated as the first closed area in the Balkans.
And unlike District 25, it was also a secret land where information and environment in it were not leaked to the outside world.
To the extent that none of the people involved in the megalopolis that Lennok knew had ever been there.
[But as far as I know, Kaise’s body isn’t kept in that area.]
The madam shook her head.
[The last two candidates I heard about. Kundara, a remote city inhabited by long-lived species born with true blood, and Yorta, a commanding city that contemplates and curses all spirit flows in the world.] She took out an old notebook and lightly pushed it in front of Lennok
.
[This is the only thing the person concerned at the time left behind. I said I would reserve a means of contacting you in case of the worst case scenario.]
Watching Lennok pick up the notebook, Madame stood up without delay as if she had nothing more to say.
[This is the story I know. Oh, and one last thing.]
The madam’s voice as she pulled back the veil was tinged with faint laughter.
[If I ever get in touch with you, can you tell me that it’s not my fault that this happened?] * *
*
An old downtown where not a single person walks around.
Sitting at a shabby bus stop, where dusty fumes and wind swayed continuously, Lennok looked into his cell phone and was lost in thought.
“It is a small and medium-sized city that has been around for hundreds of years, with longevity servants residing there….”
The two cities where Kaise’s body is presumed to be kept are Kundara, the outlying city, and Yorta, the military command city.
Unlike the military command city of Yorta, Lennok did not know much about the Lonely City.
[Although it is located in the eastern continent, it is surrounded by unimaginably rugged terrain and access is not easy.]
Darby explained the information he found out to Lennok while visiting the city government’s central network and the deep web as if he were at home.
[Almost all of the known information has stopped at the level that was released decades ago. The official activity itself stopped 20 years ago, and even before that, there was virtually no outside activity.]
Darby, who was curled up on Lennok’s lap and flicking his tongue, raised his head slightly as if he had found something.
[Ah, but after looking through the data, there is only one message in recent years.]
“What is it?”
[They sent a message to the Philenom Dominion on the day Madrea Falseor, the Thousand Dog, died.]
“….”
Darby sent Lennoc’s cell phone a message from the Outcast City and showed it to him.
The topic of the message was scribbled in an antique handwriting that took your breath away.
=To the pioneer who has wandered farther away than he can see.
=It is up to those who are left behind to give meaning to the life that has longed for more value than living time.
“…Is this the end?”
[Yes.]
“….”
Lennok, who had been stroking Darby’s perky ear and pondered, came to a conclusion before long.
“The Lonely City seems to have found their own way to escape the coming destruction.”
[Yes?]
“There’s no way I would have sent such a message as a sign of condolences. Those who remain until the end and give meaning to them. This is literally what I call myself.”
A condolence letter with a minimal form that reveals at the end who sent the message in mourning for Madrea Falseer.
Therefore, it was not difficult for Lennok to guess that the Forlorn City was built to avoid destruction in the first place.
Even the meaning of the city of fear is an intuitive name that says it is outside the confines.
Did longevity servants gather to find a way to avoid the coming destruction?
If so, it must be a matter related to their vast lifespan.
It was clear that Lennox would never let go of the topic.
“Someday, it will be necessary to visit Kundara as well….”
The problem lies in the fact that there is no time to look around both cities unless you know where Kaise’s body is located.
Even at this moment, the central front, the blue eye pandemonium, and the rise of the Guido Church are changing rapidly.
Unless there is a very clear purpose or reason, it is difficult for Lennok to vacate his seat without hesitation.
‘Considering the issues related to the incarnation, it might be better to visit the military command city first.’
While working with the Blue Eye Watchers, Lennok had a glimpse of how to handle his own incarnation, but
in the end, in order to properly handle its powers, he needed to visit the Warlord City, where all spirits in the world were observed.
Didn’t he wonder what would happen if he fused with Lennok’s own incarnation as he learned the basics of super-fusion from the twin watchers Geo and Pio?
Lennok thought for a while with a thoughtful expression, then looked at Darby and asked.
“How much time do we have left for the trip to Davi Machina?”
[About 15 minutes until arrival time. The master came out too quickly.]
The reason I was immersed in contemplation sitting at a shabby, deserted bus stop.
At this point, when the promise with Madame was concluded, Lennok also decided that there was no reason to slow down his steps toward the Machine City.
After giving Jenny the excuse that she would take a break for a few weeks, she borrowed Darby’s power to obtain permission to travel across the city to Makina.
Lennok was waiting for the road to Makina while looking up information about the city of fear.
“Right. Then I’d rather try it right here.”
[What is it?]
“The notebook that Madame gave me. I think I know roughly how to use it.”
Saying that, Lennok took out the notebook he had acquired through the deal with Madame and opened it wide.
There were no words or drawings written on the paper that had faded to bright yellow, but Lennok did not hesitate to pull out a pen from within his bosom.
“Since you said it was a means of contact, maybe it’s like this?”
He picks up a pen and scribbles on the first page of his notebook.
[There is something to be said about the transfer of Kaise’s body.]
As soon as you write a sentence on the notebook, the ink disappears as if it seeps into the paper.
Lennok waited patiently, but no answer came back.
Darby glanced at the notebook blankly and slightly raised her magic power.
[Let’s try some electricity, shall we?]
“Are you going to keep talking nonsense?”
said Lennok, who lengthened Darby’s cheek.
“Since it’s just a simple means of communication, interrogating it will only make you look ridiculous.”
[The Deep Web says that if you read it and get ignored, you should give it an electric bath!]
“If I learn something strange there one more time, I will really install an application to limit my internet usage time.”
[Huh….]
Lennok pondered over Darby, who was drooping with a five-pronged tail, then raised the pen again.
But this time, the place where the pen tip touched was not the old paper of the notebook.
hook!!
Lennok, who dabbed the back of his hand with the nib and bled lightly, brought it to the notebook paper.
The bloodstained handwriting scribbled the same sentence as before on the notebook.
[I have something to say about the transfer of Kaise’s body.]
But this time, the writing didn’t disappear right into the notebook.
The writing disappears beyond the pages of the notebook, as if slowly tasting the blood that Lenok had written himself.
Right after that, completely different letters began to rise in the place where Lennok had written the sentence.
[It smells of a very old time and soul.]
The moment Lennok was about to say something in response to the chattering sound of catching a cloud.
Lennok stopped at another sentence just below the notebook.
[Meet the transcendent who is qualified to challenge the great mission.]
“….”
Lennok stopped his pen with an absurd expression at the notebook’s polite answer.
Darby tilted her head in bewilderment.
[What is this wad of paper talking about?]
“Okay. Judging from what I’m saying now, it’s probably me… … .”
[Ascendant. What are you curious about?]
“…You seem to be mistaken for an ascendant.”
