Drug-Eating Genius Mage

Chapter 611

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 611

Selection Ceremony (3)

“The following are craftsmen who participated in the selection ceremony on the recommendation of Commissioner Langmuir.”

An employee who walked around the stadium and guided the artisans through the results said.

“The name recorded on the family register is Lyman. After being away for a few years, you recently returned to the studio and resumed business.”

The judges who had followed the guide all the way around were whispering among themselves as if they had remembered Lennok’s face.

“It’s the same friend who used to work with other artisans earlier.”

“He seems to be a very responsive craftsman, and I look forward to seeing the results.”

“Then, where should we start with production? Can you explain what Lyman made?”

“It is a mechanical wing made by delicately implementing the joints.”

Lennok replied with a calm expression.

“It may be difficult to attach to the human body, but it will be effective if it is connected to the nervous system of a bird that has lost its wings.”

Gileon’s Ironclad Wings. A mechanical wing in the form of a model made by simply copying its external structure.

As long as he remembered the shape and structure, he was able to manage to produce results with the metallurgy of other artisans.

Of course, rather than artifacts or usable equipment like Gileon’s wings, it was only to the extent that it could act as a bird’s artificial body.

In fact, the reaction of the judges was lukewarm, just like Lennok’s idea.

“Hmm, the structural design is very reasonable.”

“The idea of replacing bird wings is unique, but the practicality is not so great.”

“I admit that I did my best. Shall we move on to renovations and maintenance?”

On the contrary, Lennok was slightly surprised that the evaluation was not harsher than he thought.

However, Lennok realized too late when he saw that the eyes of the judges turned sharply.

They, too, were aware to some extent that as a craftsman, Lenok’s specialty was not in production.

Aside from the production field, did you intend to strictly evaluate the results of the modification and maintenance field submitted as a real specialty?

While Lennok was lost in his thoughts, one of the meisters approached and lifted another object from Lennok’s workbench.

“What is this?”

A metal ball small enough to fit in one hand. Smaller than a fist and slightly larger than a human eye.

A number of Meisters started to express different opinions about it.

“There was nothing like this among the equipment presented at the selection ceremony. It’s not maintenance, it’s the result of remodeling.”

“The appearance itself is not a very desirable shape. A sphere that is too perfect actually needs a stand when stored.”

“Even if I pour magic power into it, it doesn’t respond. Is this something that needs a specific trigger?”

Lennok responded calmly to the Meisters’ questions without panicking.

“It’s a filter.”

“... ... You mean the filter?”

At Lennok’s words, the judges’ eyes inadvertently turned back.

Coincidentally, just before Lennok’s turn, it was the filter that the judged artisan selected as the submission for the maintenance section.

And the filter that the artisan repaired was in the shape of a jar the size of a moving truck.

The craftsman asked, looking at the filter the size of a house and the small metal sphere he held in his hand.

“You’re not going to say that that filter and this iron ball are the same thing, are you?”

“Please explain the purpose accurately. Did you choose something like a filter maintained by that craftsman?”

“That’s right.”

Lennok nodded.

“We tried to miniaturize the filter for seawater in consideration of the seawater power generation field, which is responsible for a considerable part of Machina’s power supply.”

“Miniature miniaturization... ... .”

One of the craftsmen who laughed while holding the sphere said.

“I’d like to see a demonstration first, is that okay?”

“I will prepare.”

The artisans exchanged glances as they watched Lennok begin pouring water into the drip tray placed at the back of the workbench.

“... ... I guess we got it wrong.”

“Did I expect too much?”

“Why is it such a reckless task to downsize the filter... ... ?”

Most of the equipment used for horsepower supply, such as filters for seawater, are used in large-scale facilities such as factories.

“Uh huh... ... !! Isn’t that what we’re talking about here?”

“Metallurgy seems a bit lacking, but if you teach it well, you can become a friend who can make really special things.”

“If I’m chosen at the selection ceremony, I’d like to teach him as my apprentice for a while.”

“Take order, Marlon. This guy says he needs to fix his metallurgy first.”

Rather than looking around the other artisans as if there was no need to see more, some meisters chatted in front of the filter.

Among them were a few meisters from other factions, who at first seemed uninterested in Lennok.

“Ummm... ... .”

Brahms, who had been listening to the artisans praising Lennok with his face flushed, hurriedly changed his story.

“You’re all in too much of a hurry, I haven’t checked those maintenance submissions yet. Isn’t it too early to make an assessment?”

“Oh, it is not.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a craftsman with such a unique metal combination talent.”

“First of all, Lyman, I want to check the equipment you selected for the maintenance field-”

Saying that, the meisters turned their heads and found an old musket on the workbench before they knew it, and put on a choked expression.

Equipment that has neither a name nor a scorecard attached to it, but has been abandoned without anyone’s attention.

It was an item that Lennok had personally airlifted from the last display case with the help of an old man.

But from the moment Lennok pulled out his musket, none of the judges standing around him spoke.

“... ... .”

“This... ... .”

“Um... ... .”

The judges stiffened with their eyes wide open, as if the friendly atmosphere just before was a lie.

Even the artisans who looked at the shape of the musket gun with a look of wariness rather than interest.

Even Brahms, who had somehow kept Lennox in check, stopped with a look of bewilderment when he saw the musket.

The other artisans who watched Lennok’s screening process with envying eyes also realized that something was wrong and looked away.

The silence that spread around Lennok’s workbench engulfed the surroundings and soon filled the entire stadium with silence.

“It’s one of the artifacts I put on display in the last display case.”

Among them, one of the Meisters who had been standing at the back of the party without saying a word, quietly stepped forward.

“I don’t know most of the artisans who participated in this selection ceremony, but most of the Meisters are relic-level artifacts that they have already touched.”

“... ... .”

“Most of the Meisters selected at the selection ceremony tried their hand at servicing this artifact, but none of them succeeded. Do you know why?”

The craftsman’s eyes shone sharply.

“Because this artifact is not made with technology and parts from this world.”

I knew.

Those countless artifacts whose names were unknown that were displayed without any explanation in the last showcase.

They are not simply objects that were put on display because they thought they would be difficult to fix.

An object whose dimensions are completely different from the artifacts that were completed with magical power and intentions.

It is often called a relic of the old world, and it is a trace of destruction that has passed through a huge cycle once.

“Do you know what it means to try to fix it with your own hands?”

“... ... .”

“Repairing equipment always comes with the possibility of making it worse than it was. If you fail to fix this artifact and make it worse, you will take the blame alone.”

Could this be the reason why the relatively small number of artisans who want to stand out in the field of maintenance are relatively small?

But Lennok nodded without hesitation even knowing that fact.

“Can I listen to the story after the demonstration?”

“... ... good. If you have that much confidence.”

Even Meisters, who had never been interested in Lennok, came forward and warned him, but Lennok was not too upset.

Lennok already knew where these muskets came from.

An artifact from the old world found at the last display case of the selection ceremony with the help of an old man and the ability of a pentarect.

But Lennok was aware of this even before his father-in-law explained it to him.

The fact that this artifact is a relic of the old world.

And even the fact that this gun is an exclusive equipment used for a specific occupational group called the Horse Musketeer.

The highest-grade item that Lennok had ever used as a horse musketeer in the second major update of the game he enjoyed.

The world of WORLD 2.0. A horse gun that was treated as a top-notch item that you must have acquired at least once while playing the game as a horse musketeer.

The musket the old man had just mentioned was, among others, equipment used by horse musketeers in the Old World.