Drug-Eating Genius Mage - Chapter 254

Remnants of Fanaticism (1)

Originally, one bag was given to Ibelin, but after thinking about it, she gave the other bag to Lennok.

In any case, from her point of view, who can deal with both long and short distances with a bow and arrows, it must be the same as a nuisance.

However, it was difficult to hand over the gift to other agents, so in the end, it was decided to leave it to Lennok, who was in the same situation.

And, of course, Lennok had no intention of putting the presents he had acquired in storage and forgetting them.

“It’s rechargeable… … . Certainly, in this way, the firepower of firearms can be greatly increased.”

Even in the days when Lennok was playing the game as the Horse Musketeer, it was not without rechargeable firearms.

However, at that time, most of the firearms with low durability instead of strong firepower were not well received by the horse musketeers.

At the time, Lennok wasn’t too attracted to rechargeable firearms, but now that he’s mastered the magician’s talent, it’s a completely different story.

Charging using magical power. Durability wears out quickly.

All of them are problems that can be easily solved from Lennok’s point of view.

Kwajik!!

Lennok muttered ambitiously as he removed the butt of his shotgun without hesitation.

“It goes with a double barrel.”

[…] … Wouldn’t it be better to just leave it to Palmer?]

“He said that other firearms were too cumbersome to touch, so he only carried a revolver. Do you think you will?”

After tying the two barrels tightly together with magical thread, they are joined together using the heat of the magical power extracted between the fingers.

supportive position… … !!

“I found everything I needed on the Deep Web. It is not difficult to get your hands on it if you have a manual.”

As the barrels joined together, the heat gushing out lit up Lennok’s face.

“Let’s finish the remodeling in half a day and focus on arranging and equipping the artifacts and magic books we obtained during the remaining time.”

I feel that I have a long way to go even though I have walked this far since the day I first arrived in this city after escaping the factory.

Because I know I can go further, because I realize I still have a lot of energy left.

Because I have not yet reached the destination of the talent that I let go of before I even opened my eyes in this world.

Lennok still doesn’t stop.

I have no choice but to cling to it as much as I desperately do, and to struggle again.

It was the day after a full day’s work that the lights in the laboratory went out.

* * *

“Baaaaan!!”

Seeing Dylan swaying and waving his hand, Lennok slightly averted his gaze.

A mask resembling a professional wrestler with colorful patterns and a leather jacket.

And all kinds of military weapons dangling from his back.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen her face, but the outside doesn’t seem to have changed that much.

“Hey hey hey!! Isn’t this too long!”

Seeing Dylan fluttering and making a fuss, the other patrons sitting at the bar began to turn around in unison.

Frightened by the sight, Jenny hit Dylan on the head with the shaker she was holding.

Kwwung!!

“Be quiet, fool. What kind of bullshit are you doing at my place of business?”

“No, but… … Why don’t you guys eat like that while I’m on a business trip?”

Dylan, despite being hit on the top of his head, got up vigorously and began protesting vigorously.

“You bastard Belver and Belita have been bragging to the neighbors about how they got a lot from the cartel, but I can’t stand it!!”

“… … .”

It’s a lot of twisted words, but it’s not that wrong when you look at it in a big frame.

The other day, Lennok and Jenny paid Belver and Belita a considerable amount of money while borrowing manpower from the Antares Mercenary Office.

Since the expenses are handled within the scope of tax deduction anyway, there is no burden, and since the two people’s names are put into the company, killing two birds with one stone.

It wasn’t that difficult as we had an official partnership with the Antares office.

“Whoa… … It was my mistake. Whatever happened, I should have eaten the rice cake dumplings that fell next to Ban.”

Naturally, he ordered a bottle of whiskey from Jordan and muttered as he poured it.

Jenny said while shaking her head.

“Is this a mercenary or a parasite?”

“A parasite! There is no partner who has worked with Ban for as long as me. I’m much better than the clever Belita and the money ghost Belver.”

After saying that, he took out the sword he was carrying behind his back and started stroking it carefully.

“Look at you, Jenny. This is a token of trust Ban gave me as a gift. do you have something like this isn’t it?”

“Crazy… … .”

The bizarre tension made Jenny avoid conversation with a frightened expression.

However, Lennok tilted his head slightly when he saw the shape of the sword Dylan was holding.

“Dylan. The shape of the sword seems to have changed a bit.”

If the sword that Lennok gave to Dylan as a gift was said to refer to the bloody greatsword held by Irina Pesfield, the head of the Arashak expedition.

As one of the relics of the Guido Church, it is characterized by a bizarrely thick sword body, and I remember it as having bulging blood vessels.

However, the only difference was that the black blade Dylan was holding was the color of bright red blood, but the thin and elongated blade had been maintained, and the surface had also changed to become smoother.

“Ahahahaha!!”

“… …

In the end, Lennok ordered about ten more bottles of whiskey and poured them into his mouth before he could have a proper conversation with Dylan.

“I’ve been to the North.”

Dylan tilted his head slightly and said, shaking the glass in his hand.

“Well, there’s nothing to hide now, but… … . I am from the Guido Order. To be precise, it was one of the specimens cultivated there.”

“… … .”

Silence passed.

As expected, I had guessed to some extent, but I never thought that Dylan would open up about the past so freely.

Dylan, who casually shared what he had been through, nodded.

“Because I survived for quite some time, I was implanted with a bio-code that allowed me to use Church items under the permission of church officials. It is also thanks to it that I can use this sword.”

Although Irina Pesfield displayed mighty fighting power with the blood-colored greatsword, she was receiving an enormous amount of blood and pain from the greatsword.

Dylan was not exposed to the side effects of the sword because there were circumstances deeper than expected.

“I didn’t know I’d get my hands on something like this by helping you, but since I got it anyway, shouldn’t I figure out a way to use it? So I infiltrated the Northern Continental Church branch I knew and gave some massage to the officials there.”

Was that the reason why Lennok had been away on a business trip for a long time after he went to the Dominion?

Even if he said it lightly, if it was enough to go to the North Continent, it was no different from a really determined and invested time.

“Looks like it worked.”

The fact that the shape of the sword body has changed significantly is proof that Dylan was aware of how to handle the sword.

“yes. Actually, my body is different from other people’s, so I had some difficulty understanding the achievements I realized. Should I say that there has been definite progress in that area while dealing with this guy?”

Dylan grinned.

“It wasn’t a bad thing for me personally, since the priests there also beat me up.”

“Are you resentful of the church?”

Lennok asked.

Lennok knew very well what the Guido Church was like.

It’s not simply because I’m used to this world.

It was because the Guido Church was a powerful group of fanatics that existed even in the game WORLD 2.0 that Lennok enjoyed.

It is unknown why an organization that was quite infamous even in games at the time and boasted of bizarre spirituality exists in this world.

However, fanatics who regard human life as a thing must not have reformed themselves in the meantime.

Dylan, who was silent, answered.

“Do you know what the Order worships?”

“… … .”

“They are psychopaths who worship the monsters of the open sea as gods and believe that they will take them to paradise.”

This is a fact that was unknown in WORLD 2.0. Did they, who were only known to serve an unknown god, have a specific object of worship?

“Resentment… … . resentment? I’m not sure. I think it would be much more accurate to say hate.”

“Hate… … .”

“I don’t want to be involved and I have no intention of being involved, but if I see it, I want to kill it all… … That’s about it. I’m not the kind of person to focus on grandiose things like revenge… … .”

Dylan tried to laugh lightly when he said that, but Lennok was able to read other emotions behind the sullen reaction.

How much pain and sacrifice he went through until he escaped from living as a test subject of the church and lived as a mercenary in the Balkans.

At least the Dylan Lennok knew was not someone who would forget the tears and blood shed along the way.

“… … Let’s talk nonsense about this. So, why did you call me after such a long time?”

Dylan’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“Have you received a request that is so great that I need it? Please tell me quickly where you plan to rob again.”

“platform.”

Lennok replied.

Dylan blinked his eyes through the mask in silence.

“I need information about the Guido Church. I want to get your help.”

There was still a lot of work to be done, but at the same time Lennok hadn’t forgotten the conversation he had with Agneta.

A message left by the head of Pandaemonium to Lennok.

If you are looking for the magic of time, did I tell you to follow the traces of the church?

In order to gather information about the church, it would be most accurate to hear about it from the mouth of Dylan, who was involved.

What Lennok wanted was right there.

* * *

“Assistant Professor Evan?”

Lennok, who was lost in thought, suddenly raised his head at the sound of a voice calling him.

Rabatenon Magic College. Elementary School 3 Lecture Building.

A classroom bathed in sunlight. Priscilla, who was sitting in the front row, was looking at Lennok with a puzzled expression.

“… … I’m sorry. Let’s continue class.”

Lennok naturally looked away as he said that.

First day of returning to work as an assistant professor.

Lennok was still giving a lecture on elementology to students in place of Aris, who was away.

Normally, a chair professor should not be away for so long, but no one complained that Lennok was lecturing instead.

Perhaps it’s because rumors are circulating even inside the university that Aris Richellen has completed the hierarchy.

Even in the Sinclair Mage’s Tower, no one knew what it meant that Aris, who was at the forefront in terms of talent, had risen to level 7.

“To explain the compatibility between attributes once again… … .”

‘It’s difficult.’

Even as he projected magic onto the blackboard and drew, Lennok realized that the talent he was teaching him wasn’t that great.

It’s not difficult to inject theories without losing interest in the undergraduates if you properly mix and match Lennok’s tips.

It is impossible to cultivate undergraduates’ knowledge as magicians in the same way as Aris.

To be precise, it was difficult to gauge how much the students could understand the theory and apply it to practice in this one class.

After seeing the old Lenok theory, it was possible to apply it to combat right away, but wouldn’t it be a burden for other undergraduate students?

In the end, it is said that it is necessary to increase understanding and memorize to some extent by repeating several times and diversifying perspectives… … To be honest, it takes more patience than interest and pleasure.

The reason Aris was able to provide such high-quality lectures to other undergraduate students was probably because she was so interested in education and genuinely treated her students.

“… … .”

After the not-so-short lecture, Lennok, who was left alone in the empty classroom, cleaned up his class materials and stood up.

It’s been a long time since I went to college, so I had a lot of work to do.

I have to organize the research materials and thesis that Aris left behind, and give the undergraduate students assignments according to the curriculum she created.

It’s ironic.

Even Lennok himself had more than one or two things to deal with, yet he took the time to act as an assistant professor.

What is the reason why Yangji persists in this identity even now, when the status of Yangji created by Aris is now meaningless?

It’s probably because Lennok, too, doesn’t want to let go of this string of coincidences.

As much as the favor Aris gave to Lennok, Lennok cherishes her as a person.

Even if you invest time and effort like this, you are trying to remain in college.

“I should get a little more incentive… … .”

i don’t think i will come back

Because she valued herself as an educator and researcher more than herself as a mage of the Mage Tower.

If she had the qualifications to carry out her will, she would definitely want to come back to this place someday.

All Lennok had to do was wait for that moment and fill in the void appropriately.

“Hmm hmm… … .”

At that moment, someone behind Lennok’s back started clearing his throat.

At the door of the lecture hall, a young man with his hair neatly combed stood with an embarrassed expression.

“… … Archwood?”

“Oh, see you at school after a long time.”

Trembling, he slowly walked into the classroom.

He looked around nervously, then came over and whispered.

“About what you asked me to do… … . I came because I have something to tell you.”

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