Drug-Eating Genius Mage - Chapter 526

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 526

Second Thesis (1)

A rooftop garden overlooking City Hall Plaza.

Conrad Haven rummaged in his arms as he watched the expo crowded with thousands of citizens.

He asked, holding out the case to Lennok, who came up after him with a cigarette in his mouth.

“Are you on the smoking side?”

“I’m trying to restrain myself ahead of the announcement.”

“Right. It seems that even the genius who wrote such a paper is nervous.”

Heyburn smiled broadly and said, without hesitation, lighting the fire.

Shouldn’t it be like a city council member to feel free to light a fire in a garden full of plants at City Hall, where smoking has been designated?

However, making the action not seem illegal at all was also a skill.

“Whoa… … Heyburn, his tie undone and leaning against the railing, stared at Lennok with his hands in his pockets

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Rather than an authoritative senator, the atmosphere is like a veteran agent who has been through all sorts of operations.

Heyburn, who was engrossed in smoking with a cigarette in his mouth, opened his mouth only after the area near the observatory was covered with acrid smoke.

“A lot has happened since Reisen resigned from the council, but it is true that no one has played the role of a bugler as well as that friend.”

“… … .”

“Since the friend who informed the public of the Congressional decision in a way that works well for the public has left, the task of establishing a cause itself has been stumbling. Today, this place is also one of those mistakes.”

Senator Raysen. Lennok knew the name.

A man who colluded with the black magician Craig Tillian to divert slush funds to the outside world and instead helped Craig’s plans.

Didn’t Evelyn commission Lennok to collect information and get Reisen dismissed at the hearing?

He built a friendly image with the public and often appeared in the media as the face of the Senate, earning him the nickname of the city government bugler.

“I don’t know what you want to say.”

“You’d better give up on getting results from this fair.”

Heyburn chain-smoked silently over the silent Lennok.

“I didn’t know anything about technology, so I was left out of this review, but I have a rough idea of what the situation is like.”

“… … .”

“There is a nominee. To be precise, the theme you want is decided. Air force forces and related technologies directly controlled by the city government. We’re trying to exclusively recruit and manage that information.”

Heyburn said as if he knew Lennok’s feelings.

“I can help you with that. Would you like to hear a story?”

However, Lennok stared blankly at Heyburn’s face, then shook his head with a small sigh.

“Being able to help is not a matter of winning the fair.”

“hmm?”

“Didn’t Senator himself say that he would erase everything that happened at this fair?”

“Assistant Professor Bylon, that is a metaphor for this situation-”

“I heard that there will be no winners in this fair.”

Heyburn shut up.

“Some say it has something to do with the judges.”

“… … .”

“The way Congressman helps me. Is it my mistake to guess the means?”

“… … If you understand that far, there’s no need to hide it any longer. Did the dean tell you?”

Heyburn, who had been silent, burst into a dejected laugh.

“I didn’t know that information leaked in between. How far does Dean Garteanon’s personal connections extend… … . I really can’t underestimate you.”

Lennok didn’t respond.

There was no need to tell him that Antares’ advice had just convinced him of the circumstances going back to Heyburn’s words.

Heyburn looked away from Lennok, who didn’t answer.

“There is a difference of opinion in the Senate about the city monopolization of air power and technology.”

“… … .”

“A lot of people, including myself, have consistently opposed this decision. If the government directly manages the Air Force Command, which government agency should be entrusted with managing it? And what criteria should be applied to maintain the Air Force in the process?”

A cold smile formed on the city councilman’s lips.

“There is no one who does not know that it is difficult to maintain the status quo. They are just pushing for their own benefit and circumstances. We tried to convince others of that for a long time, but it all came to naught.”

Heyburn shrugged.

“I’m sorry, but it’s time for a drastic treatment.”

“that is… … . Do you think this is a reason to overturn the entire fair?”

“When I just joined the council, I wondered why the seniors were fighting like there was no back.”

Looking at Lennok with an expressionless face, he rummaged through the inside pocket of his suit.

“A trivial power struggle, an assassination, a political conflict, a factional fight that spreads to a civil war… … . I couldn’t understand people who live as if winning is everything right now.”

He took out a cigarette, looked at it blankly, and bit it into his mouth.

“But look at this now. Despite the countless tribulations that have passed through this city, the citizens somehow manage to survive. Same.”

Heyburn said, turning away from the peaceful fairgrounds.

“Once you take one step, peace and stability will always follow.”

“… … .”

How macroscopically should we look at the world and judge it so that we can spit out these words casually?

It is not a table-top debate where people stamp their stamps while looking only at numbers on paper.

The man standing in front of Lennok clearly understands the lives of the citizens living in this city.

They are willing to forsake it only for their own purposes and motives.

Looking at the silent Lennok, Heyburn continued.

“I know what you were aiming for at the fair. You must have been thinking of entering the Central Council’s technical advisory committee through the results of your thesis, right?”

“You knew.”

“Because I read your first paper.”

Only Heyburn’s voice could be heard beyond the shadow of the smoke.

“Other idiots say the paper is the product of Aris Richellen’s talent, but I don’t think so. Although the logic of substituting two different energies seems to be in line with elemental transformation, it is far from the core ideal taught in Sinclair’s Mage’s Tower.”

“… … .”

“Because you know that, isn’t Aris Richellen also allowed to submit papers in the name of the institute?”

Knowledgeable people like Heyburn would recognize that it was Evan’s thesis, not Aris’s.

“It is not to draw conclusions by organizing past and present data, but to prove a theory at the point of looking back and assuming the future… … . It’s simple to say, but there aren’t that many talents who can actually put the process on a few sheets of paper, even if you search the entire continent.”

Before Lennoc could say anything, Heyburn continued.

“If you have such a talent, it would be enough to present the inspiration you came up with in a thesis at any time, but why did you borrow the strength of Dean Garteanon for this expo?”

Heyburn said, taking out another cigarette from the bosom.

“I can’t help but think that you want to create a direct link with the council.”

Only then did Lennok understand why Heyburn was calling Lennok to tell him these stories.

What Lennok was aiming for at the fair, what kind of achievements he actually achieved, and how much talent he had.

Heyburn had come to see Lennok to tell him that he knew all about it and could fill Lennok’s needs.

“I can make a string for you.”

Heyburn said.

“Technical Advisory Committee with a position similar to that of the Garteanon. Or do you want sponsorship directly connected to the Senate of the Central Council?”

“… … .”

“If the conditions are right, it is not difficult to provide more support than you can imagine. The only thing that matters is your doctor and the contract, those two things.”

Sponsorship contract directly proposed by a Senator of the City Central Council.

Unexpectedly, the first proposal was being made on the roof garden of City Hall, crowded with citizens, not in a pompous councilor’s office or fancy bar.

Heyburn looked down at him and asked quietly.

“Will you accept us being sponsors?”

“If you accept?”

“I have to go to my office right now and write the contract. From a down payment of 100 million won, to incentives and welfare benefits that are several times that of the monthly subsidies. We promise to provide any environment, goods, manpower, and place necessary for research.”

A list of benefits that are too sweet to hear.

There will be no lies or bluffs in those words, as the senator has assured with his own mouth.

Because there is no way they will save money and time in giving plausible benefits and money to talented researchers.

I understand what Heyburn meant. Also how active he is in supporting Lennok.

But Lennok looked blankly at Heyburn and slowly shook his head.

“sorry.”

“Is that so?”

“I don’t think there will be any lies in the congressman’s proposal, but in the end, the research results gathered like that will be managed in the name of the sponsors.”

There are no benefits given without cost.

If you achieve something with their money and infrastructure, you should give them back some of it.

It’s like this for now, but one day you might change your attitude and try to control the research or intervene in its direction.

Lennok knew all too well that the powerful in this great city were the kind of people who wouldn’t shy away from it.

Lennox answered as he slowly walked past Heyburn.

“I don’t want that. That’s not why I want to join the technical advisory board.”

“then?”

“I just want to see the essence of this city hidden in its splendor.”

Not the rulers who control this city now, but those in power who directly contributed to the establishment of this city in the past.

senate.

In order to reach them, in order to directly ask them about the secret of the Black Consumer Project.

Lennok must make connections with the city council himself, without borrowing anyone else’s help.

From the moment you begin to be subordinated to the relationship of sponsorship from the senator, aiming for a higher rank is also a distant task.

In the first place, Lennok had no intention of accepting Heyburn’s offer.

“Even though the winners of this fair were decided from the beginning?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Right… … I understand how you feel.”

Heyburn laughed bitterly and threw away the tobacco that had run out and lightly brushed his hands.

He rummaged through his pockets, then pulled out a stiff business card and placed it in Lennok’s hand.

“But it’s also true that a talented researcher doesn’t want to die in a place like this.”

“… … .”

“If you hand this business card to the guard at the back gate of the government building, they will tell you a safe evacuation route and time.”

He said that and turned his back.

“I said it grandiosely, but it won’t take long. Only the seats where the judges and the audience are located. The wizards and researchers of the Mage Tower are probably safe.”

Did you mean that you didn’t expect much from the start, just in case?

Heyburn’s neat attitude, as if he didn’t have much regret. Lennok turned around and stared blankly at his back.

It is hard to believe that he is a criminal who is trying to commit terrorism in City Hall where tens of thousands of Balkan citizens have gathered.

But to Lennok, that detached attitude came like a more dangerous and surer disaster than anything else.

As soon as he sensed it, Lennok’s mouth opened.

“If you think so, could you please do me one favor?”

“… … please.”

Lennok thought quickly as Heyburn slowly turned his gaze away.

‘Antares spoke of what was to happen at the fair, but did not mention how to deal with it.’

If the senator planned the terrorism himself, how absurd would the scale and system be?

If the situation Antares said was now, Lennok would have to deal with it.

No, but Antares was not looking into the future of Lennok’s existence, but rather the future of the fair that Lennok didn’t participate in, and was just giving advice.

If there is a variable that covers this situation with a bigger ripple effect that he has to intervene, it must be… … .

“Please postpone the schedule until after my evaluation is over.”

“… … .”

Looking at Heyburn staring blankly at Lennok, he slowly chose his words.

“If the numbers were arranged in order of name, my turn would not have been far off. Maybe by now… … .”

[Evan Bylon, assistant professor at Rabatenon University.]

A resonant guidance voice echoed from the speakers on the wall of the rooftop garden.

“… … It must be time.”

What does it mean to call Evan Bylon’s name at this point?

Heyburn didn’t answer, and Lennok looked at him and slowly turned around.

“I will be waiting for you.”

The figure of Lennok walking slowly across the garden with a single word.

Heyburn leaned against the railing with his arms crossed and a silent, pensive look on his face.

Underneath the shadow of Heyburn, a faint silvery light flashed and emitted a strange vibration.

The faint vibration soon turned into a trembling voice and took the form of clear language.

[Rep.]

“How was it?”

Heyburn asked without looking back at the shadow at his feet.

[There is no gap to the extent of being bizarre.]

The shadow answered quietly.

[He must have not learned martial arts, but he didn’t give me enough breath to squeeze through. If he had moved, he would have reacted.]

“I see. I mean… … .”

Just now, Heyburn was looking for an opportunity to secure Lennok’s recruits through the attendant, but surprisingly,

the attendant was saying that he couldn’t find a way to use his hands without being discovered by such Lennok.

Heyburn’s eyes shone coldly.

“It is not a job to end up as an ordinary researcher or assistant professor. It would be the same as the request you made to me.”

[Are you going to wait?]

“Considering the interval between voice guidance so far, until the end of the examination, it will take 5 minutes if it is short and 15 minutes if it is long.”

Heyburn replied with an expressionless face without even looking back at the shadow under his feet.

“You didn’t just ask me to give you that amount of time off.”

[then… … .]

“He asked me to confirm the contents of the thesis he was about to present.”

Evan Byron. Assistant Professor at Rabatenon University.

He was not shaken even when he heard that a terrorist attack might take place at City Hall after a dark fight between senators on the city council.

Please stop terrorism. Think about people’s lives. Aren’t you afraid of the future?

Instead of the obvious persuasion, he came up with a completely different method and only brought it out to Heyburn at the end of the day.

He must be saying that he has the confidence to change Heyburn’s mind with that one request.

There is a variable in his second thesis that can stop the terrorism that will throw the entire exhibition into chaos and kill all the judges.

Evan was trying to convince Heyburn by saying that.

“The request was polite, but confident enough to be arrogant. Do you think that that much value is in your thesis?”

[…] … .]

Heyburn laughed and the shadow fell silent.

“He is a genius who shook the Balkan Energy division once. If you go that far, it’s reason enough to take the time to check it out.”

Heyburn looked down at his watch and turned around while stroking the sleeves of his suit.

“I put off everything planned for 15 minutes. Contact the other congressmen.”

[Senator, but… … .]

“I’ll wait in the audience.”

Without listening to the shadow’s answer, Heyburn disappeared into the stairs under the garden.

* * *

Dooung!!

A huge auditorium with only remote lighting.

As soon as I stood in front of the podium, the door closed and there was a sound like a huge drum.

An intimidating roar that seemed to crush the participants’ hearts.

With the seats on the first floor covered by thick curtains and the seats on the second floor immersed in darkness, you feel as if you are standing alone in a cramped alcove.

Lennok looked up at the second-floor seats that were quietly immersed in darkness.

It seems that he tried to block his line of sight with security barriers and techniques, but it meant nothing to him.

In Lennok’s eyes, all of the people sitting in the second-floor seats came into view.

‘About 10 people. Not all senators.’

These three or four in suits and study uniforms. The familiar face of John Mayer. And a number of old men and women of mature age looking this way with languid expressions.

Those who look about the same age as Conrad Haven are probably the senators who participated in this fair.

And even a man in military uniform sitting at the front of the audience and looking at Lennok with interest.

The heterogeneous face resembling a fish is impressive.

A dazzling rank insignia hanging from the shoulder. It was obvious that he was a high-ranking general related to the Air Force.

Perhaps the author is the one who decided on the award theme for this fair.

“Assistant Professor Evan Bylon. It’s an honor to meet you like this.”

While Lennok was lost in his thoughts, someone from the audience on the second floor opened his mouth.

“I don’t know about you, but most people here have heard of your name for a long time.”

“… … “

To be precise, even before you published a thesis on the substitution of magical power and electric power and made the entire academic world buzz.”

“Is that so?”

Has Evan Bylon ever done anything worthy of attention in the Senate?

What Lennok had to deal with outside exposure as Evan was about the moment he dealt with the missionary of the Church of Guido and the moment he dealt with Amilla Banger, the head of the branch.

Even while I was lost in thought, the words of the judges continued.

“That’s why I didn’t expect you to present your thesis at this fair. For a researcher with genius talent, every moment is like an opportunity. To the point where I don’t even have to choose the time and place to present my thesis.”

Silence passed.

Both Lennok and the judges knew that no matter how long they talked about it, nothing would change.

There is a topic that has been nominated for an award at this exhibition, and there are researchers who have already thoroughly studied the technology and achieved results.

Now, it is a gap that Lennok can never catch up with simply by changing the research results or revising the contents of the thesis.

Antares and Slimane Fedora and Conrad.

Didn’t all of the helpers and competitors, both in the sun and in the dark, give a clue about the fact?

There was no reason to worry for a long time.

Lennok immediately stepped out to the front of the podium, carrying the mobile cradle containing the engine.

“During the three days of the fair, strange rumors were often heard.”

“rumor?”

“yes. It was nonsense that the winners and the theme of this fair had already been decided.”

Looking up at the silent audience, Lennok laughed.

“Of course I didn’t believe that bullshit. It is absurd that such irregularities would interfere with this fair, which is directly managed by the Senate of the Central Council.”

“… … .”

“But it’s also true that it doesn’t matter much if things go that way, just in case.”

“… … Does it matter?”

“yes.”

Could Dean Cyolus Garteanon really not know the inside story of this exposition? Lennok thought that the possibility was low.

But why didn’t he mention it to Lennok in advance?

The reason why Antares gave advice to be careful but did not explain the solution in detail.

The reason why Lennok told Conrad, who was trying to ruin the entire exhibition, to give him some time before his presentation.

“Because the outcome of the paper I am going to present today is very closely related to the theme of the rumor.”

It was because the contents of the paper that Lennok was to present today penetrated the core of the theme the lawmakers wanted in the first place.

Lennok laughed as he sensed the heated atmosphere in the audience.

“Above the sky of this city… … We are trying to find a new path.”