Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 728
The Wizard and the Mage Tower (5)
“The news of Warden Peisha Grisburn has been completely cut off.”
“….”
Damus paused for a moment at those words.
The staff spoke without noticing Damus’ reaction.
“Death in action. Or it is presumed to be a defeat equivalent to it. Command seems to have already made a decision.”
“okay?”
Kururureung…!!
Beneath the wide deck where Damus stood, the heavy caterpillar wriggled and moved as if it were alive.
A steel ship galloping over a steep mountain range.
A mobile battleship with hundreds of guns, moving non-stop across the front line.
Dead Rise’s most elite corps, and the 7th Special Mobile Corps, said to have the fastest mobility among them.
In keeping with the prestige of never stopping once an operation starts, the Corps Headquarters and Staff Branch are integrated with the fleet.
Dozens of warships, which can accommodate hundreds of soldiers at the same time, move in a V shape as if going against the winding mountain range upside down.
Cuguaguagua!!!
Just the run of dozens of ships shook the heavens and earth, crushing everything beneath their feet.
Trees and rocks that have grown tangled up become a handful of dust and are crushed.
Soldiers and supermen who hid and resisted all over the mountain range were also crushed into pieces before the advance of the ship.
Damus stood at the forefront of the group, staring at the map of hell spread out below the deck with an expressionless face.
Damus asked, looking at the ship pounding the mountains.
“What happened to the officers under Major General Grisburn?”
“Neither Milo Stockton nor Lieutenant Colonel Benze Solsier have been confirmed alive. Considering the character of Lieutenant Colonel Stockton, maybe….”
“….”
You can understand the meaning without even saying it to the end. Damus smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.
“I thought it would be meaningless advice, but.”
“yes?”
“It is nothing. Command has already made a decision?”
“yes. Orders first came down a confidential line already shared with field staff.”
The staff member who received the question nodded.
“For the time being, focus on the central front. As planned, prioritize mergers and acquisitions with warlords as heads. Until then, the individual actions of the generals are prohibited… … .”
“….”
Major generals, including Paisha, are given the authority to make arbitrary decisions and move in operations.
But even among the wardens, Peisha, who had unrivaled power, became like that.
At first glance, it is only natural to ban individual operations by high-ranking executives.
“Because it is a collaboration with the Blaver Magic Tower, a command alone would not be enough. How?”
“Oh that….”
The staff hesitated for a moment before answering.
“The handling has been entrusted to Captain Songha.”
Damus frowned as if he had heard an unexpected answer.
“That couldn’t have been…Did Captain Songha have time to move now?”
“Judging from the reaction of the command, it seems that the enemy nominated him himself.”
“….”
Damus was silent.
There was only one person who could be called a marshal in this corps that claimed to be a private military company.
“Right. Then there is nothing I can do.”
Damus murmured.
It’s not that I didn’t like the job of a military company that puts out the name of Dead Rise, even though it has a foot in Pandaemonium.
But rather than endlessly repeating wars, I was just curious about a life other than soldiers bound by rules and regulations.
He commands the special mobile corps, which is said to be the most free within the corps, but rather, there is a feeling of thirst because of that.
The enemy was reading his desire accurately.
Even how to control the direction of the deviation would be helpful.
So Damus was able to understand the future that the enemy’s order that had come down for the first time in a while.
“It seems that he wanted to have the first gateway.”
* * *
[Message 37 played.]
[I wish you all the best. Bonaparte, a research institute directly under the city government, wants to congratulate the establishment of the Balkan’s first magic tower-]
Beep.
[Area 44 artifact production workshop. A sample is attached in hopes of an amicable supply of materials and good health for the Mage Tower. Reply if you have any thoughts-]
Beep.
[This is Sebastian. I heard that you became the new tower owner. congratulations so much If you don’t mind, would you like to meet investors among my guests? Of course, it’s not a bare-mouthed story. I sent the gift through Jenny, so please check my sincerity and decide.]
Beep.
[fastness. If such an auspicious event had happened, I should have contacted you in advance. I sent a few set artifacts with a congratulatory heart. I’ll be in touch again soon.]
Lennok, who was bending down under the workbench at the moment Madame’s message ended, asked.
“How much is left?”
[36 messages recorded in Contacts. 87 official documents were sent. There are 423 other messages of unknown origin.]
“….”
The fact that Lennok was the owner of the first mage tower built in Balkan spread frighteningly quickly.
A situation where almost everyone who knows solidity sends congratulatory messages and gifts.
It must mean that the meaning of the magic tower established in this city is felt by others as important.
If those who knew Ban’s identity and personality were like that, there was no need to mention research institutes directly under the city government or businesses that could collaborate with the Mage Tower.
[The seaweed hair organism is a torch because there is no room for more gifts in the company’s basement vault.]
Darby, who had built a nest on Lennok’s head, grumbled.
[I made the ledger for now, so I want you to quickly take it and clean it up before it grows any more?]
“…I think I’ve said it before, but never call me that when you reply to Jenny. Because you seem to be paying close attention.”
Lennok straightened over Darby, who seemed to be increasingly remembering other people in strange ways.
“good. The compositional analysis adjustment was roughly done. Now you just have to accept the result.”
Lennok’s left eye, which looked tired, was covered with a monocle that Mila had given him.
Shortly after the light on the workbench went out, the object Lennok had been tinkering with for a while came into view.
An elongated metallic appearance with a green jewel attached to the tip.
From the outside, this seemingly insignificant necklace was handed over to Jordon, claiming it was Kaise’s keepsake.
When Jordan first gave this necklace to me, I thought it had a different purpose, but if it was Kaise’s memento, it would be something else.
If it was the only thing Ethan Bajour wanted among Kaise’s mementos, there must be a reason for it.
That’s why Lennok returned to the lab and was concentrating on analyzing the necklace’s ingredients.
[I expected it, but nothing came out of the biometric analysis data.]
Darby, who finished classifying the message in an instant, quickly shared the analysis data and said.
Lennok’s new laboratory. Dozens of research equipment crammed into the wide, white empty lot.
Even in the middle of busy work, I have bought and collected it from time to time, but I still have a lot of dusty equipment that has not been unpacked.
With Darby’s help, update the equipment’s internal system and connect power to check its status.
After a brisk sweep of the dusty lab, Lennok was finally able to analyze the necklace Jordan had handed him to him.
[The metal or quartz that makes up the necklace was made quite a long time ago. Considering the concentration of stored magical power, it seems to be at least 500 years old.]
“Is there any way to know the specific year?”
[It’s difficult with the equipment we have here. If there’s one more unique thing, it’s that it has excellent heat resistance?]
Darby tilted her head.
[I think it was intentionally designed in that direction. I’m not sure of the specific intention.]
“Hmm….”
In order to accurately measure the stored horsepower, an observation device much larger than the one prepared here in the laboratory was required.
To put it bluntly, it’s a matter of scale rather than performance or output.
If this level of procedure is required to find out just one necklace’s origin, how many resources will be needed to investigate more than that?
“I thought it would be difficult to figure out something right away, but….”
Lennok thought so, then looked at the huge box wriggling and emitting smoke from the farthest part of the lab.
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong!!
“….”
The shape of a box with only one big lever attached and no decorations or parts.
It is the biggest harvest that Lennok has obtained from Makina, and it is a box of chaos whose nature cannot be properly inferred.
A random box created by combining the foundations of the Simple Ascension Gate. An object that randomly pulls out traces of the old world when you pull a lever.
Because of this item, Antares, the seer, visited Lennok’s mansion once and confirmed it himself.
Lennok, who had been staring blankly at the random box, glanced at the necklace he was holding in his hand.
[Master?]
“Didn’t you say it was Kaise’s keepsake?”
[…] … Yes?]
Click.
Before Darby could ask, Lennok pulled the lever on the random box.
As soon as the door of the box opened, Lennok immediately threw the necklace into it.
swish!!
The shape of the necklace that disappeared in an instant beyond the endless radiance.
Darby asked after being silent as if he was bewildered.
[What are you going to say to the bartender?]
“The Ascension Gate was something Kaise worked on as a test bed for the project.”
said Lennok.
“If this necklace is one of Kaise’s keepsakes, I might be able to react to it.”
[Isn’t it too reckless a gamble to expect results from such speculation….]
“The Magician is attached to the end of the necklace. If you use your hand before the door closes, you can get it back right away-”
Wedge liquid!!
Something ricocheted from inside the box and brushed past Lennok’s side at breakneck speed.
Dududuk!!
The shield was cut off at once, and the impact shook the laboratory from all sides.
Something that had bounced off the walls and ceiling of the lab bounced irregularly and pounded all over the place.
If the protective magic hadn’t been cast in advance in case of damage to the equipment, the expensive equipment would have turned into scrap metal at once.
Chi profit!!!
A red-hot necklace was embedded in the interior material of the lab floor.
Darby asked, watching Lennok from above his head.
[It’s like a reaction to eating something that no one can see.]
“…It is.”
Lenok, who couldn’t bear to deny it, picked up the necklace with a magician and put it down on the workbench.
The shape of the necklace heated up as if it had been exposed to tremendous heat in a short period of time.
Despite being so hot, there is no visible damage to the metal and quartz that make up the necklace.
Although it was carried out by believing Darby’s words that the heat resistance was very good, the result was quite noteworthy.
Chi profit!!
“hmm….”
After thinking for a moment, Lennok nodded.
“Shall we deal with other research first?”
[…] … .]
He felt Darby pat his tail in amazement, but Lennok didn’t mind and cleaned the workbench.
Even if you don’t do that, there are not one or two studies that have stopped halfway through starting.
“Destiny’s scales, the 5th method and Oroknier’s Mass Scheme. Even if you dig into these two things, you might have to live in the lab for several months.”
The 5 extreme techniques that change the nature of magical power in a completely different way, and the mass technique used by the Ascendant Orochnier as a body spirit technique.
Among the magic and spells that Lennok has acquired recently, two that have unrivaled origins and values.
Both had been researching for quite some time and had achieved their own results, but at the point of progress, Lennok stopped the research.
It was because he knew that it would take quite a bit of time to get a feel for and delve into the direction and tricks of the spell.
Mastering both spells will take a great deal of time and effort.
Considering Lennok’s talent and learning speed, considerable investment and study must be preceded.
That’s why Lennok was preparing to force-learn the two magic systems using the expedient allowed to him.
“Rolling Ouroboros, absorbs the two magic systems intact into the permanent organ.”
said Lennok, knocking on the workbench.
“Once you melt it into the magic system and keep rolling it, something will work out.”
[This is the limit of the idea of eating it raw.]
“….”
Darby tapped the back of Lennok’s head with her tail and yawned, her eyes shining as if she had found something on the workbench.
[Oh, is there something left over there?]
“Have you finished cleaning the workbench yet? The cleaning equipment hasn’t been used in a while,
so it’s rusty-” Lennok said, then paused at the marks Darby had found.
The burnt necklace was removed and the workbench melted on it.
It was because the traces remained like elegant letters like scrawled cursive.
“….”
[There is a reason why heat resistance is so good. Wasn’t it made for the purpose of stigmatizing by heating it like this from the beginning?]
“…I guess so. It seems to be in the form of text rather than a picture.”
[This is a bizarrely written style. I don’t think it’s a common language.]
Lennok pondered for a while at Darby’s words, then took out his cell phone from his arms.
It wasn’t long before I remembered where I had seen a handwriting similar to this one.
A message sent from the Outer City as a means of mourning the death of a thousand dogs.
The odd handwriting that Darby had searched for and shown to Lennok was very similar to the text written here.
Darby recognized it too and tilted his head.
[Is it written by the same person? However, the characters used are very different… … .]
“Almost certainly. Look at this.”
While saying that, Lennok held out the monocle he was wearing to Darby.
Darby, who received the monocle with his thick front paws, put on his snout and drew his eyes closer.
Darby looked at the messages and texts alternately over the monocle and gave out a strange exclamation.
[Ohh. Oh ho.]
The monocle that Mila gave me as a gift is an object that sees the area beyond visible light by illuminating the projection rate of magical power differently.
If you compare the two handwritings through him, you can see that the message of the city of fear and the traces of strange magic remain under the letters engraved on the workbench.
Clear evidence that the two messages were written the same way, even though they use different characters.
“It may not be the same person, but they used the same way of writing. It is probably a skill required when writing a magic book.”
Saying that, Lennok took out a small notebook from his pocket.
After watching Kaise’s disappearance in the closed area, Lennok had consulted Madame about Kaise’s death.
Madam replied that after the vampires decided to keep Kaise’s body, they hid it where no one knew.
Through a deal, Lennok got his hands on the notebook that Madame had been carrying as a contact point.
“Blood Rising Jable. Maybe this stuff will help.”
A notebook that works using the user’s blood as ink, and a recording device that answers questions with a self.
An item that I had used right before heading to Machine City Makina, but had to put it off because heading to Makina was in a hurry.
If there is anyone to ask for advice on now and these scribbled characters, this notebook is the only one.
Darby, who was on top of him, grumbled as if he didn’t like it.
[Come to think of it, there was a cheeky piece of paper like this, right?]
“I asked about Kaise’s body. We couldn’t talk for a long time because we needed to warm up.”
Lennok immediately unfolded the blood register, dipped his own blood, and wrote it down in a notebook.
“It will be the same even now that it cannot be used for a long time. Let’s quickly check only the necessary parts and move on.”
As expected, the Blood Scribe immediately responded to Lennok’s call.
[Meet the great Transcendentalist and qualified Ascendant.]
The Blood Scribe is an item that guesses the user’s state through blood and changes their attitude.
That’s why this notebook mistook Lennok for an ascendant and showed a very compliant attitude.
Although it is a disadvantage that it cannot be used for a long time, it was confirmed that it gives a plausible answer when asked a question.
All it takes is for Lennok to pick out and write down exactly the questions this notebook can answer.
“Blood Recorder is a recording device that organizes and stores themes related to life and blood.”
Lennok’s eyes lit up as he held the bloody pen.
“It’s important to make connections with your theme. then….”
Thinking so, Lennok copied the letters engraved on the workbench and drew them on the notebook.
Until the verification of writing down the question again with your own blood at the bottom of the letter.
= If there is a record of a blood relative or species using this character, please answer.
Text is the essence of language and culture.
If it is a character that is far from the common language, it must be a concept derived from a power with a scale and history.
If you ask this kind of question to the blood scribe Zibel, there is no doubt that it will take at least one filtering.
While Lennok thought so, the blood scribe inhaled Lennok’s blood and spewed out an answer.
[Great Ascendant. I don’t understand the question.]
“….”
Darby, who placed her snout on top of Lennox’s head who was silent, sighed as if she knew it.
[I can’t help but crap pieces of pulp. Daese is a brain spirit that can search the network.]
However, before Lennok could ask the question again, the blood scribe vomited another answer.
[However, if you are asking about the owner of this name, there is one search data. Would you like to read it?]
