Drug-Eating Genius Mage

Chapter 737

Genius Magician Who Eats Medicine Episode 737

Low Flight (5)

Giant’s Citadel. The clown of Pandaemonium that we met in Zilean’s throne room.

It’s actually the first time since the Handbook Well incident that I’ve seen that strange white-painted face.

However, instead of being sentimental over the unexpected encounter, Lennok immediately raised his magic.

Dozens of thin threads stuck down from the air intersected the cheekbones from different directions.

Papababat!!

“... ... ?”

The moment when the clown tilted his head at the dozens of magicians that tightly tied his limbs in an instant.

His body fell forward, scraping the floor and dragging him to Lennok’s feet.

“Ugh!!”

The clown, flipped like a frog, looked up at Lennok and laughed.

“... ... Please be gentle. I know you’re happy about the reunion after a long time, but I’m in a bad shape.”

“Since before, you have been saying what I have to say first.”

Lennok said that and gently stepped on the clown’s back.

“Kuheuhyeon.”

Lennok shook his head at the clown who gave off a strange laugh even as his throat tightened.

“Why are you here? Did you step in on this matter too?”

Lennok’s eyes shone coldly through the obsidian mask.

“If Sabrina secretly kicked her back pocket, there’s no reason to go over gracefully.”

Light and frivolous attitude. It’s easy to be mistaken for his unpredictable words and actions, but Lennok was well aware of what a clown was like.

Not only did he go crazy in a strange direction, but he was a transcendental illusionist whose level was difficult even for Lennox to guess.

It is a monster that manipulates its own hierarchy and handles even the madness that inevitably comes to illusionists at will.

At the time of the Well of Handbook, he was virtually alone in leading the operation, so his ability must be widely recognized within the Pandemonium.

If a bigwig with a considerable position enough to rule a continent even in Pandaemonium is here now, it must not be a light reason.

Lennok intuitively understood that he had to check it out right now.

[excuse me... ... .]

Agneta whispered in trouble, but Lennok ignored it and tried to give strength to the foot that had stepped on the clown.

The clown stuck out his tongue and tilted his head as if he had no idea.

“Eh? Was Sabrina interested in the Kavahim’s royalty, too? It’s the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“what?”

“Did we even discuss the strange VR that we created recently? If I had known I would be alienated like this, I would have entered at least once.”

[Victor. A clown is not the one who moves after hearing orders or strategies in the first place. Gyebaek was a very unusual case,”

Agneta explained.

[I just knew for the first time that the clown was near Kavahim.]

“... ... .”

“Rather, why are you here? Judging by his behavior, I thought he wasn’t from the North. Same with Agneta.”

“Listen first.”

“Yes?”

“Why were you searching the audience room?”

Lennok nodded as he said that, and the clown rolled his eyes.

“I need the biometric information of the Kavahim royal family. So I was in a hurry to search this side of the fort.”

“Biometric information of the royal family?”

Lennok tilted his head and asked while pulling the magician who tied the clown.

“I don’t understand. If that’s the case, then maybe I should ask Soryu?”

“When that friend was kicked out of Kavahim, he was pushed out of the line of succession. When are you talking about the enemy?”

The clown shrugged and answered leisurely.

“The Grand Duke is the Hyeonwang’s younger brother, so he has a high succession rank, but he’s relatively careless, so it’s not difficult to approach him. Wouldn’t this be much more comfortable than laying hands on the princes?”

“... ... .”

“Now then, would you like to explain why you came to the fort?”

the clown asked with a smirk.

Even though his limbs were tightly bound to the sorcerer, his expression was full of joy that he could not hide.

“I think we can cooperate with each other if we do well.”

* * *

Lennok freed the clown from the magician and briefly explained his business.

They say that they need a key to open Gyro’s box, so they are looking for an archduke who knows the location.

“okay... ... .”

The clown was lost in thought as he casually picked up and ate the refreshment he had chewed and spit out.

No, in fact, he was pretending to be lost in thought, but his mouth seemed itchy because he already had something he wanted to say.

Lennok perched on the couch in the throne room and watched the clown’s dirty deeds with disgust.

“As Victor has already noticed, there is a solution that will satisfy all of us.”

“I have no idea.”

Despite Lennok’s cold reply, the clown spoke steadfastly.

“Please cooperate in killing the Archduke. Then I will help you find the key!!”

“hate.”

“great! Then vigorously... ... ! yes?”

The clown jumped up from his seat and shook his head without raising his fist.

Looking at the clown like that, Lennok said coldly.

“Isn’t the balance calculation right? Why should I go to the trouble of killing the Archduke here?”

Kavahim’s Archduke Gillian is a powerful warrior who was a war mercenary.

It is also a strong person who is presumed to have completed and surpassed the hierarchy of the main body.

All Lennok has to do here is not to deal with and kill Gillian, but to steal the key to the ship’s chest.

As a manipulator, there was no reason to engage in a cumbersome battle here.

“What would you have done if there were more people waiting outside?”

“Ah, I put a simple illusion spell all over the fortress.”

The clown answered, picking up the bloody ashtray from his opponent’s face.

“It’s a spell that lowers people’s basic alertness, so by now everyone should be pretty numb to the fuss.”

“... ... .”

Somehow, it was strangely easy to enter the fortress and find the throne room, so it was the result of the clown’s hand.

The fact that even a body that is not in very good condition used a high-level illusion that intervenes in cognitive abilities against the entire fortress.

But instead of questioning the clown’s skills, Lennok focused on his collapsing, trembling opponent.

A thin, tall man with a red cloth wrapped around his body.

The 6th prince of Kavahim, who had come as an envoy of the Spell League, had fallen.

He was hit in the face with an ashtray, breaking his nose and splitting his jawbone.

The skin is already covered with bruises, and sticky blood is leaking from the crushed nostrils.

“This trash is no longer a member of the royal family and has fallen behind in the succession rank, so it is not very useful, but there is one thing I need to check.”

Saying that, the clown opened the mouth of the fallen 6 princes and spat into them.

Seeing this, Lennok shook his head in disgust.

“You only pick dirty things to annoy me. What have you been doing ever since?”

“This friend came in here earlier and dabbled in some refreshments.”

Saying that, the clown pulled back the eyelids of the 6 princes.

“I mixed the body fluids from the leftover refreshments with my magic power and created a new illusion using it as a catalyst.”

“Isn’t it giving useless meaning to the act of chewing and eating snacks?”

It wasn’t that he knew the way when he said he would make a deal with Lennok about the location of the ruins.

Did you intend to interrogate the 6 princes approaching the throne room and obtain that condition right away?

The deal and idea without collateral were staggering, but it was not unconvincing as the other party was the other.

“The 6th Prince is a magician of the Spell Federation. In particular, he must have considerable resistance to the confession coercion technique that spits out information.”

Lennok asked.

“Can you extract the information before your mind collapses?”

If you use Mystic Eye, Lenok can also extract information while crushing his memory or mind, but if the opponent has some resistance, he needs more preparation in advance.

If done wrong, the magician’s mind may be crushed before he can extract the desired information, so he must use it carefully while judging whether it is successful or not.

Even Lennok tends to engage in this type of interrogation only after he has cornered the subject’s mind as much as possible and broken his will.

If you try to extract information immediately after crushing the prince’s face like now, most of them will be defeated.

“There are not many people who can endure pleasure rather than pain. This is especially true for those who grew up in a strict environment like the royal family.”

However, the clown responded leisurely to Lennok’s words.

“If you gently release the suppressed parts and instill a sense of security that you are becoming what you want, even if it is fake, you will believe it for a very short time.”

The clown laughed as he held the prince’s head in one hand and lifted it up.

“Phanjutsu is a tranquilizer born from such a desire.”

“... ... .”

“The location of the ruins of the Colossus Corps. Way to go. Think of it as guiding your father, so please explain very kindly~”

As soon as the words were finished, the six princes’ mouths slowly opened.

“Walking along the outer walls... ... seven steps... ... Fifth block... ... pupil... ... From what I hear from my uncle... ... .”

The words were heard sparsely, but it was enough to understand the context to some extent.

Lenok nodded his head after comparing the structure of the giant’s fortress with the information that came out of the mouth of the prince.

“This should be enough.”

“Then can I consider holding hands now?”

“I’ll make it a little more suitable for your nonsensical pranks.”

Chew!!

The 6 princes who fainted were tied up by the neck and thrown out of the window of the audience room and hung.

At this level, it should be suitable for attracting attention during the commotion.

While the clown whistled, Lennok, who quickly finished the action, turned around.

Lennok asked as he kicked the audience room door and stepped out into the empty hallway.

“So what are you going to do now?”

“I will go as I said before.”

The clown who came along slowly warmed up and lightly stroked his waist.

Two gently curved daggers, a deck of cards, and several amulets of unknown purpose.

“I’m going to cut off the start, so please respond moderately. It’s okay to go first if you’re done with it.”

“Even if you don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out myself. What matters is when you start.”

Lennok replied.

“It’s hard to recognize that they’re moving with each other if there’s no clear signal. What’s more, according to your words, it must be a difficult position to deal with flexibly.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Because the preparations are already finished.”

The clown laughed.

“It’s been a long time since the members gathered at the well, so shouldn’t we be funny?”

“I don’t think fun is important.”

Despite Lennok’s cold reaction, the clown raised a hand.

“Victor, don’t do that. It doesn’t suit us very well.”

A small panel with thin switches sticking out. The color of the button painted red is particularly ominous.

The moment Lennok realized it felt like a bomb detonator.

The clown pressed the switch with all his might, and the entire audience room from which the two walked out exploded.

Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Great flashes and roars. The scorching heat surged up into the sky, raising a mushroom cloud.

A hot wind blew through the corridor, melting everything around it.

The audience room on the top floor of the giant’s citadel.

“So I’ll make it a little more fun.”

“... ... .”

Agneta murmured quietly as Lennok gazed down at the citadel’s riotous courtyard in silence.

[I shouldn’t have followed you... ... .]