Drug-Eating Genius Mage

“Babe, long time no see.”

“…….okay.”

Despite the harsh music that hits the ears, the voice penetrates Lennok’s eardrums with great clarity.

It’s been a long time since we met again, but the thrill I felt at that time has never faded even for a moment.

After meeting Croken, he fought countless battles, but it was only time to realize how ridiculous this giant was.

It’s not strange if you’re not paying attention and your head explodes alive.

I was thinking of raising the shield with all my might so that I could prepare for an attack at any time.

Croken stared at Lennok for a while with his characteristic vertical pupil, then said.

“Prayer has changed a lot. He looks like a completely different guy than when he was with Dylan.”

“…….”

“Did you ever realize something? After all, if it wasn’t for that, there’s no way I’m still alive.”

The old mercenary chuckled as he casually muttered something eerie.

If that monster were to say that, then it seemed that Lennok had actually achieved tangible growth compared to when he first came to this world.

Lennok slowly calmed his fears and sorted out his thoughts.

What am I supposed to say here?

The sight of the crocodile giant occupying half of the VIP room alone and lying down with dozens of liquor bottles gave Lennok a terrible sense of incongruity.

The indescribable pressure he felt at the factory at that time was nowhere to be found, and only greasy laziness flowed slowly through his scaled body.

Noticing Lennok’s gaze, Croken groaned and laughed.

“Originally, mercenaries live like this. Didn’t that Dylan tell you?”

“I did hear about it.”

Come to think of it, it seemed that Dylan had said that he was buried in alcohol all day while referring to the Croken.

I never imagined that I would run into them in the middle of such a noisy club.

“I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t my place to hang out and drink in the first place.”

Croken responded slowly, opening his mouth wide, and a young woman sitting next to him hurriedly put a snack in his mouth.

“I was just stopping by because I had business to do.”

“…..Does a person like you run a business?”

At first, Lennok had no choice but to come up to the VIP room nervously, but Croken looked unconcerned when he saw him.

I was taken aback, but quickly understood.

Meeting him in the first place was simply a matter of commission. After the matter is resolved, there is nothing left of sediment and nabal.

The gaze of a mercenary who is thoroughly driven only by money.

Lennok was getting used to it by now.

At Lennok’s words, who quickly calmed down, Croken laughed as if he was having fun.

“Little boy. You seem to have potential, so let me give you some advice.”

Croken said with a yellow vertical line in his pupils.

“For people like us, one move becomes a business. When the scale of money moving here and there grows…. Even if you don’t like it, you get caught up in useless things.”

“………”

“If you don’t want to be used unnecessarily, you’d better be smart. In the end, if you don’t understand the game, you have no choice but to lose money.”

“Is that an experience story?”

Croken nodded slowly.

“It’s also the reason I entered the pandemonium.”

…..I feel like I’ve heard something very important, but Lennok forced me to ignore it and change the subject.

Prolonged conversations with this unpredictable monster will only harm your mental health.

Now he is showing favor to Lennok, but strictly speaking, isn’t he a member of an international criminal organization?

In terms of good and evil, he was close to the wicked, and in terms of whether or not he was an enemy, it was clear who he should avoid right now.

However, there is one reason why I stopped talking right now and didn’t get up from my seat.

I suppressed my fear with strong reason and asked.

“We are looking for black magicians. I know you’re staying here.”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“I thought the business you were talking about might have something to do with them.”

“…You’re a quick-witted kid.”

Goooooong!!

As Croken stood up, a heavy roar rang out from the spacious, circular sofa he was leaning on.

Not only the woman sitting next to her, but also the bodyguards standing there to protect her, were shocked.

It must have happened because of Croken’s enormous weight.

But the crocodile giant didn’t care about that, he sat on the couch and looked down at Lennok.

“okay. I also have something to do with the black magicians who are staying here. To be precise, I am interested in their safety.”

From what he said, it seems that he also knew about what was happening among the warlocks.

It’s just that it’s strange that a tycoon of that position is paying attention to the infighting among magicians… but

there was a bar that I guessed.

“Is it because of the Pandemonium’s companions?”

“what? Hahahaha!!”

“…….”

I know it was unexpected, but Croken’s hearty laugh was unexpected.

The power of that laugh was so great that the floor of the club shook for a moment.

If Lennok hadn’t hurriedly cast a noise spell around him, the people standing below might have fainted with blood pouring from their eardrums.

From far away, a person who appears to be a member of the club is running in a hurry.

“Keuhehehe… It’s been a while since I heard a very interesting answer.”

Croken giggled, not paying attention to Lennok’s reaction.

“You seem to have some strange fantasies about pandemonium, but this organization is completely different from what you think.”

“…Thank you for letting me know, even now.”

“I think I know who I’m talking about, but I don’t think that skinny warlock would listen to me when he asked me for a favor?”

The smile on the corner of the crocodile giant’s mouth was unwaveringly confident.

“I just do what I want to do.”

“…….”

With just that one word, I think I know the fact that the two monsters don’t get along very well.

He wanted to ask him about the warlock’s whereabouts, but upon hearing Croken’s answer, Lennok gave up the idea neatly.

There was no point in taking unnecessary risks in front of this monster.

“Well, anyway, I understand that those friends have business. As long as it’s not a harmful promise, I’ll let you see my face.”

Who would be able to talk nonsense on the spot after hearing that Croken would personally guarantee their safety?

In the end, Lennok was able to go up to the upper floors of Club Learta’s building only after he gave a satisfactory answer.

A simple carpeted hallway that looks like a hotel lobby. Countless rooms divided into left and right sides.

The space, which was originally prepared to serve guests at a high price, was filled with all sorts of indescribable junk.

Scrolls, half-broken crystals, and all sorts of accessories that were gathered on the verge of being worn away by

unknown bone fragments… It’s easy to misunderstand them as trash if you’re unfamiliar with them, but Lennok recognized that they were necessary items for magic with his improved eyesight.

Are the black magicians who moved to their place with their tools to avoid inspection and left their luggage here to stay overnight?

From the address given to me by Jenny, there were several numbers that I was confused about until the end, but it seems that this was the number of the room written here.

I walked all the way through the middle of the hallway and found an open space.

Judging from the number of chairs and tables, it seems that the space is probably used as a rest area for staying guests.

There, well over a dozen people sat and chatted, but as soon as they saw Lennok, they stopped talking as if they had promised.

“…..hey.”

A man in his 30s with his arms crossed said with an uncomfortable face.

“This is a space outsiders should not enter without permission.”

Lennok ignored the words and looked at the faces of the people who had gathered.

It was said that it was a group of black magicians, so I thought of something more gloomy and sticky, but the magical power itself is surprisingly neat.

It was said that it was an enchantment type faction, but most of the magical powers and personality itself seemed to fall under that category.

Perhaps the kind of magicians Lennok thinks can only be found in the opposite faction.

When Lennok didn’t answer, a young woman with blood vessels in her hair gnashed her teeth and stepped forward.

“There are definitely people who won’t listen to you when you say it.”

“………”

“If you don’t want to walk out, I’ll make you crawl.”

After saying that, she raised her mana without hesitation and lifted something from under her feet.

A disk of black light floating in the air.

Rotating furiously, pushing the air around it up and down, the disk immediately charged at Lennok.

Wheein!!

The speed is considerable. Looking at its simple power, it was a level that even Lennok could not underestimate.

They said that it was a faction of non-combatants, but it seems that as much as they are wizards, there are people who can fight.

However, magic cannot accomplish anything simply by being fast and powerful.

Having gone through numerous battles, Lennok’s fighting sense was already dimly peeking into another realm.

He raises his left hand and casually grabs the disc.

Kwajik!

“…..!!”

Ignoring the woman staring at him with a blank expression, Lennok immediately raised his mana.

It’s been a long time since I remembered all the magical composition and structure contained in the disk the moment

Terror Live Magic caught my eye.

It seems to have been improved by simplifying the structure and speeding up the chanting speed, but it only makes it vulnerable to external interference due to its recoil.

For those like Lennok, who are beginning to develop an eye for the structure of magic, it is an alteration that is worse than not doing it.

As it is, it rips open the joint and smashes it into a handful of powder.

Wood Deuk!!

Needless to say, the woman’s expression changed as she watched the magic she fired disintegrate in front of her eyes.

“It’s ridiculous…”

“Amari’s magic is so easy…?”

None of the wizards gathered here are foolish enough to not guess at what Lennok has done.

The bloody tension on the faces of those who faced a talented person they could not even imagine was young.

“I’ve never seen you before, who are you?”

An elderly man sitting at the far end opened his mouth slowly.

“Elder…!”

“This is a residential space we temporarily occupied with permission. If you don’t have anything else to do, I’d like you to leave.”

“I came with permission from Croken Asilus.”

People whose faces change as soon as they bring out the name.

It is certainly.

These must be the black magicians belonging to the enchantment class.

“I have something to see.”

“……What is your business?”

“I want to talk about what happened at Palmers Labs.”

“………”

The moment he said that, a chilly silence fell in the audience.

A young man was glaring at Lennok with a murderous gaze.

I know it’s a sensitive subject, but I can’t avoid it if I have to.

This was the only topic that was best to get their attention.

The elderly man, who had been staring at Lennok’s face, sighed helplessly.

“It is not a topic worth discussing at this place. Let’s change seats.”

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