Drug-Eating Genius Mage - Chapter 629

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 629

Designer (2)

Elaba Attermyer.

As soon as Lennok heard the name, he could understand why Ebert had brought Elava.

“Master Lyman. Are you okay?”

“… … No, nothing.”

Quickly organizing his thoughts, Lennok turned to Ebert and nodded.

“First, let’s hear the story. What does it mean that you need the help of Artisan Elava to summon the Simseonggwan?”

“An order came down from above.”

Ebert replied calmly.

“For the first time in decades, permission has been given to open Simseonggwan to outsiders, and as I explained before, there is a high possibility that craftsman Lyman will be summoned.”

“… … .”

“In the process, they said they needed Elava’s help to allow outsiders to enter. Therefore, we are introducing her to the artisans who will be convened this time.”

Ebert looked back at Elava, who was standing there hesitantly.

“But Elava, who heard the rumors about Lyman’s father-in-law, used this as an opportunity to ask for help.”

“Originally, I wanted to learn metallurgy to make equipment, but several workshops said that it was difficult to work with me because I had bad habits… … .”

Elava, who had been listening quietly, opened her mouth hesitantly, perhaps feeling the need for an explanation.

“I had no choice but to work in a factory-type workshop that handles iron on a large scale, but Ebert said he would help if I wanted to.”

“So you’re saying you came to my studio after being introduced.”

“Wait a minute.”

At that moment, Mouser, who had been listening without saying anything, grabbed Lennok by the shoulder and led him to a corner of the studio.

“Can you do half?”

Mouser whispered so softly that Elava couldn’t hear.

“Of all the guests that can come to you, they are the most difficult type.”

“… … Probably.”

The limits of the range of motion of the human body and joints have been set since birth, and it is natural to find the optimal motion for oneself.

It is the role of habit and experience to strike a balance between ideal circulation and physical conditions, and once hardened, it is difficult to change.

As a skilled artisan, Mouser was well aware of how vague it was to ask for correction of habits.

“It looks like I was introduced to Ebert by chance, but there’s no need to accept him.”

said Mouser with a slightly serious expression.

“If you use your hands unnecessarily and the condition worsens, you might end up using a dump.”

But Lennok shook his head, understanding Mouser’s words.

“No, I think I need to check it out.”

“half… … !!”

Elava Attermyer. It is no accident that the name appeared at this point.

Lennok was convinced that the customer visiting this workshop was definitely a descendant of the craftsman who designed the Gate of Ascension.

The reason why the name appeared at this point when there was no trace of it even after searching the literature or data database.

Why do you need Elava’s help to summon the Simseonggwan?

Lennok thought he couldn’t avoid helping her now, just to add more confidence to his guess.

However, it is impossible to openly explain and convince Mouser of this fact.

So Lennok decided to try another way to convince Mouser of his judgment.

“This is not severance pay. Take a good look.”

“Eh?”

To Mouser’s wide-eyed eyes, Lenok took out a bill from the inside of the paper bag he was holding and showed it to him.

“This bill is well over 20 years old. However, it is in very good condition and is well laid out. In which workshop would you give this kind of money as cash to a retired craftsman?”

“… … .”

“There’s no way you don’t know how much money you need to set up your own studio, but you naturally say that. How much more does it mean that I was given the opportunity to work in front of the hearth, even though I was rejected at various workshops for the excuse of habit.”

“… … I mean, there’s a back stomach. But I’ve lived in this city for more than a few decades, and I’ve never heard of Atermeyer.”

Mouser frowned.

“Are you sure?”

“well… … .”

If I were to say something certain, it would probably be the most certain name in all of Machine City.

But Lennok didn’t dare to say it out of his mouth, and he evaded it appropriately.

“I will do my best to control that part.”

Turning and moving toward the workbench, Lennok slowly watched Elava’s tense face.

“First of all, I would like to see how you worked in the studio. Are you okay?”

“Oh yes. Sure.”

Lennok gently stroked his chin and nodded as if he remembered something.

“Let’s try making a self-defense pistol. Of course, it has to be 100% handmade.”

The parts that go into the pistol are different types and sizes, so it’s good to gauge your metallurgical skills.

In particular, as hand-made self-defense pistols are one of the best-selling items in Machine City, the workshops also use them to test craftsmen.

Elava also nodded without hesitation to see if she knew how to make a pistol for self-defense.

“all right!!”

Elava responded vigorously and immediately started working.

They bring it to the furnace, melt the metal, join it together, and continuously beat it to form the shape of the part.

After cutting and polishing the details through the grinder, assembling them, oiling them, and loading the bullets.

It was one cycle until the pistol was loaded upside down so that the handle was facing the end of the workbench.

Lennok was watching Elava from the side, sweating profusely at work.

Even Mouser, who said he would not intervene, was observing her with a rather curious expression.

“Whoa… … !!”

Elava, who had been sweating profusely to cool the heated iron and assemble the remaining parts, looked away.

“Concentration is not bad. It is normal not to be able to see the surrounding scenery while working.”

Mouser helped out as if giving instructions.

Elava swallowed at those words and slowly assembled the pistol parts in order.

A skilled artisan should be able to figure out the order and principles of assembling equipment without relying on blueprints and parts drawings.

This is because it is not always about handling and servicing only designated parts or equipment on the workbench.

Elava also put together the parts of the pistol with her own power without referring to the drawing, as if she knew that fact.

click!!

Wiping the sweat from his body, he loaded a round into the finished pistol, turned the handle backwards, and set it down in front of Lennok.

“… … .”

Instead of immediately picking up the pistol and examining it, Lennok remained silent.

Mouser asked first, turning to Lennok instead.

“I have something I want to say, can I do it first?”

Without waiting for permission, Mouser turned to Elava with a cold gaze.

“I’m sorry, but I think I know why I didn’t stay long in other workshops.”

Elava’s shoulders trembled at Mouser’s cold voice.

“There is a subtle gap in the power control, beat sense, and balance. Rhythm is important when it comes to striking iron, but you seem to have no sense for it.”

“… … .”

Elava didn’t answer and hung her head.

Mouser didn’t care about Elava’s reaction and immediately added.

“Design design ability The things that appear on the outside can be refined through experience. If it’s really difficult, you can outsource it. But as far as touching the iron, you have to do it yourself.”

“Hmmmm.”

Regarding the matter of touching iron, Lenok, who was still close to the beginning, just cleared his throat without saying a word.

Mouser clicked his tongue as he watched the silent Elava.

“I won’t say I don’t have any qualities. However, it would have been difficult to hear a good sound if similar problems had been pointed out in various workshops and had not been fixed yet.”

In place of Elava, who couldn’t say anything, Lennok picked up the gun she had put down.

“It’s soft.”

“… … yes?”

“But one is also very hard.”

Lennok spoke without waiting for Elava’s reply.

“The strength of the cartridge that houses the magazine is not constant. As the Mouser craftsman said, it is proof that the force cannot be controlled during the work process.”

“… … Looking at Elava

who agreed with a dark expression, Lennok quietly tapped the surface of the pistol.

“But on the contrary, the look and seams of the pistol are well organized. There is nothing wrong with the appearance. Do you know what this means?”

“no… … ?”

“Apart from the power control, the temperature control of cooling and hardening the iron is very accurate. It also means that the dexterity itself in organically connecting parts is excellent.”

“Come on, father-in-law… … .”

“Isn’t it strange that you have good manual dexterity and sensitive five senses, but you are inexperienced in the sense of striking iron and controlling your strength?”

Lennok said as he put his finger on the trigger of his pistol.

“The fact that the five senses are sensitive means that the range in which one can perceive and control one’s body is wide. Even so, it is awkward that the senses and power control are not properly controlled.”

Lennok said to Elava, who gripped the hammer tightly.

“I think the physical condition itself of Elava artisan is very excellent. The problem is completely different.”

“… … yes?”

Instead of answering, Lennok raised his gun and fired a bullet at a target in the corner of the workshop.

Taang!!

The bullet, which jumped out with a loud gunshot, landed in the right corner of the wall, far missing its target.

“Shall we take another shot?”

Lennok immediately took out another bullet, loaded it into his self-defense pistol, and pointed it at the target, saying:

“This time we’ll go to the bottom left corner.”

Taang!!

As the saying goes, the shape of a bullet that shoots a hole in the left corner of the wall even after aiming at the target accurately.

Mouser watched it and shook his head.

“There are already bullet marks in the workshops that have been approved… … If Narcissa finds out later, she’ll be the flagship.”

Lennok ignored Mouser’s murmur and opened his mouth again.

“It doesn’t happen because the forces are lopsided. The barrel, which should have been hardened, has collapsed, and the barrel is twisting every time you try to fire.”

“Then… … .”

“Parts that are hit hard will collapse, and joints that don’t require force are quite complete. This is not a level that can be explained by the lack of power control or lack of sensation.”

Lennok’s eyes shone sharply.

“It’s difficult to pinpoint the specific source, but it seems more like a problem of innate constitution than sense.”

The studio was immersed in quiet silence.

Elava asked with a dumbfounded expression.

“Are you saying that I had such a strange constitution…? … ?”

“Have your eating habits and lifestyle been different from others since you were young?”

“That’s right!!”

Elava opened her eyes wide.

“Strangely, since I was young, I hate vegetables and only like meat… … !!”

“Isn’t that just an unbalanced diet…?” … .”

Ebert, who had been silent until now, asked Mouser’s muttering of absurdity.

“Do you think you can solve it?”

“no.”

Lennok shook his head.

“As I am not a doctor, I am not sure about the constitutional problem. It looks like it could be a big deal if you put your hands on it.”

“Is that so… … .”

“It wouldn’t hurt to take her to a good hospital and check her condition. Isn’t that right, Master Mouser?”

Mouser, who received Lennok’s glance, belatedly realized the hidden intention behind those words and nodded awkwardly.

“uh? uh… … uh. yes. I know that there is a large general hospital near the high-level workshop area.”

“Oh, yes. Didn’t we meet together when we went to see Narcissa?”

“I have something I want to tell you about him, so why don’t you step out for a minute?”

“yes?”

“It’s about Master and Narcissa’s health.”

“… … .”

It was a topic that Ebert, who worked in the workshop of Hwadeok Jin-gun, could not ignore.

Ebert’s expression hardened slightly at Mouser’s serious words.

“All right. If only for a moment… … .”

“Take it slow.”

After saying that, Lennok turned his gaze to Elava as soon as Mouser and Ebert left the workshop.

Seeing Elava look flustered, Lennok asked quickly.

“Artisan of Elava. Do you want to know exactly what your problem is?”

“… … yes?”

“I will help you if you swear not to tell me anything about what you are going to do from now on.”

At Lennok’s calm words, Elava gave a slightly surprised expression, but soon nodded with a firm expression.

“… … To me, who had no blood relatives, the artisans in the studio were like family.”

“… … .”

“I want to work as a craftsman in a workshop. If you can… … !!”

“great.”

After saying that, Lennok jumped up and shut the studio door tightly.

Charreureuk!!

At the same time, thick curtains are placed on the windows of the workshop to prevent people from seeing inside.

At the sight of the space inside the studio, which quickly became dark, Elava blinked her eyes and looked back at Lennok.

“What are you doing now… … ?”

Before answering, Lennok quickly took out various tools, including wires and ampoules of painkillers, from one side of the workbench and neatly arranged them on the workbench.

“Actually, Elaba’s problem is not her physical constitution. On the contrary, if you look only at the physical conditions and strength, you cannot fail to work as a craftsman.”

Lennok watched carefully as she built the self-defense pistol from start to finish.

Lennok, who had fought on the front line with various superhumans, observed their movement and balance, and tried to imitate them, now had a fairly deep understanding of human physical balance and skeleton.

“The sense of balance and grip strength seen in the process of developing muscular strength are impeccable. Rather, it makes me think that it is not an artificially shaped result.”

physical and mental talents. It is not necessary to have both of these things in order to be successful.

Even if only one of the two exceeds the upper limit, it is natural to produce above-average results in most situations.

So, considering Elava’s physical condition and qualifications, it was clear that there was another reason for such poor results.

“It is a matter of the mind, not the body. There is something big enough to block Elava’s talent as a craftsman.”

Lennok said as he picked up the wire and inserted it into the inside of his wrist.

Connected to Lennok’s ticket hidden under artificial skin, emitting a faint electrical current.

Lennok said, placing the other end of the wire at the end of Elava’s wrist.

“A mental problem to the extent of masking talent. Being able to interfere with the human vessel itself is impossible unless it is a strong ban like Gias.”

“Gi Gias?”

Elava also opened her eyes wide, as if she knew what that meant.

“In other words, there is a memory or information important enough to hide within Elava’s mind that you have to pay for suppressing the artisan’s talents.”

Lennok’s eyes shone sharply.

“Such a measure itself is not something that a normal human being can handle.”

At those words, Elava, who had been listening to Lennok with a bewildered look on her face, trembled.

“Are you saying I’m not normal… … .”

“I’ll have to check it properly from now on.”

Of course he said this, but Lennok was half-sure that Elava was no ordinary human being.

‘Gias interfering with memory and mind. A ban that is so strong that it breaks the senses and goes out of order. All of them are not a force that can be endured by an ordinary human mind.’

Considering that this is a mechanical city that has reached the pinnacle of magical engineering, Elava Attermire is a blood relative of the designer of the Ascension Gate.

Or, there is a high possibility that the hand of the designer Atermeyer came into direct contact with it.

If so, the memories and information she kept hidden while suppressing her talents must be secrets related to the Ascension Gate.

‘Ebert said he needed Elava’s help to let outsiders into Simseonggwan.’

Lennok’s eyes calmly settled as he connected the connector to Elava’s ticket.

‘The fact that the lineage of the designer of the Ascension Gate is required to open the Spirit Hall means that there is a strong connection between the two concepts.’

Simseonggwan, where treasures including artifacts from the old world are kept, and Ascension Gate, which was called the Makina Supreme Project, but failed.

It is not strange at this point that the two concepts are intertwined without being very different.

I’ve already thought out what to do.

After linking Lennok and Elava’s ticket, he uses him as a medium to directly observe Elava’s spirit from the outside.

Through him, artificially releasing the geas and extracting the memories and information of Atermire hidden beyond it.

Without hesitation, Lennok blew magic power between the wires connecting the two men’s wrists.