Limit Breaking Genius Mage Chapter 189

Episode 189 Learning (1)

The dark merchant and his escort, the mute Malted.

Now that the secret social circle is over, there is no need to maintain that identity. Verden and Cland have changed their appearances as they move through cities, towns, and small villages.

An ordinary horse is a large-bodied pack horse.

The shabby cart was used as a wagon to transport supplies.

The oak barrel with the elf inside is a supply box.

And Cland, as a member of the Marquis of Esperensa, and Verden, as the wizard Asher, hid their identities by wearing robes pulled down low.

And so the dark merchant disappeared without a trace.

No one will think it's strange. It's natural to hide your activities because that's what you do.

Cland, in particular, was an expert in this field.

Death of Jarolf and the mercenaries.

Even if Gaeul realizes that fact later, he won't be able to do anything to track her down.

The road to the safe house was smooth.

He also did not forget to send news to the Marquis through secret communication channels.

However, because the distance was far, camping was unavoidable.

A deep, moonlit night.

A magic circle was created to ensure concealment and safety, and a magically lit bonfire was burning brightly. Cland, who covered himself with an old robe, had been asleep for a long time.

Verden spent the night wide awake.

Because my interest and thirst for knowledge were greater than my desire for sleep. For several days, I spent my free time reading Dreyfus's experimental journal.

He expressed his appreciation.

'This… … is too low, even though it's low level.'

Human experimentation is disgusting and cruel.

That is an unchanging proposition in Verden's mind.

But Dr. Gluttony.

Regardless of ethics and subjectivity, his ideas were novel and his experiments were amazing. Even Verden could not help but admit that.

It was so dangerous that the doctor's experiment log was burned on the spot.

'In contrast, Dreyfus's experiment is pathetic.'

It says that they recycled the corpses of elves and wizards with unusual traits… but in reality, they just rummaged through the corpses.

Dozens of experiments resulted in failure after failure.

Not only the results, but the very idea of the experiment itself was so trite and trivial. I couldn't understand why anyone would come up with such an idea and try it.

Of course, in a negative sense.

It was embarrassing to even show it as an achievement to the Marquis of Esperance.

but.

'It's not like there was no harvest at all.'

Subjective information may be poor, but objective information is useful.

Elf.

I only knew them as a beautiful, dangerous, and spirit-friendly race, but thanks to this experiment journal, I was able to learn more about elves.

Elf traits.

Elf society.

The elven way of life.

Even the concept of 'Guardian Elf', which was used to refer to those blonde elves.

This may be incorrect information.

Naturally, Verden verified the accuracy of the information.

'For example, for example… … .'

[Elf can survive for half a year without consuming food or water.]

An excerpt from the experiment journal.

The reason is that it is written that life can be maintained through natural magic thanks to the unique magic circuit, which is something that is easy to confirm directly.

Verden's gaze turned to the side.

A blonde elf lay unconscious.

Since I couldn't leave it in the wooden box all the time, I let it air out like this every once in a while to check its condition.

Naturally, since you can't stay awake, you can't eat.

I tried to give it water, but the elf instinctively refused. The elf hadn't eaten anything in the past few days.

But he was still breathing.

His complexion remained the same and he did not lose weight or anything.

And crucially.

'Magic is seeping through my skin.'

It is so faint that even Verden has to concentrate to feel it. But it is infinitely pure.

As written in Dreyfus's experimental journal, it was clear that it was using natural magic as its source of nutrition. The fact that it could last for half a year suggests that it had some limitations.

'What a truly curious species.'

Humans cannot control the magic of nature itself.

That is why we are using a convenient tool called magic stone.

But elves are born with this physical structure.

As a wizard and a researcher, I couldn't help but be amazed.

'If you think about it, spirits were similar.'

The spirit is resurrected by absorbing the magic of nature while in the spirit stone state.

Blue was the one who was revived in that way. Proof that Verden's magic power was purer than nature's magic power.

'Maybe elves can be healed in the same way.'

Of course, I have no intention of trying it without any basis.

Even if they were a different race, it was no different from human experimentation. No matter what happens, a method that can guarantee the safety of the elves is needed.

Elves, inhabitants of nature.

Verden stared at him, silently lost in thought.

* * *

North of the lines.

Verden and Cland set foot in a small town about two days away. They pulled a carriage and headed toward a building on the outskirts.

A three-story house. Next to it was a shabby, tightly closed warehouse.

'Is this the safe house where the Marquis is hiding?'

Cland manually opened the warehouse door.

It was quite noisy, as if it hadn't been oiled at all. I slowly pulled the carriage into the warehouse.

After a while, a person appeared at the door connected to the house.

“Hehehe, our friends are back.”

Edmon the wizard.

He approached me, laughing heartily, dressed lightly.

Cland lifted his robe and bowed immediately.

“Oh. I didn’t know that Lord Edmon would come to see me in person.”

“You said you brought something so amazing, I should come myself. Isn’t that right, Asher?”

Verden shrugged.

Then he used his magic to unload the box of supplies from the carriage. When he opened the lid, the blond elf was right in front of him.

“Hehehe…… You really are an elf. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a different race.”

“Have you ever seen a different race?”

“I haven’t aged in vain. I’ve lived a very interesting life. I even got beat up by a much younger junior. Hehehe!”

Edmon smiled, glancing at Verden.

It seems that losing the bet and losing everything was so impressive.

Verden handed over Dreyfus's experiment log.

“I got this from a wizard in the lab. It’s not important, but it’s better than nothing.”

“Oh, I see. Let’s see…….”

Edmon quickly scanned the lab log.

His eyes moved around to get a general idea of what was going on.

“Well, it’s true that it only describes the process and results of the experiment. There’s a lot of information about the elf race. Does that mean that the elves are the key?”

The three people's gazes remained on the elf.

“Anyway, you both have had a very hard time. To sneak an elf out of the old castle. His Majesty was quite flustered. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a reaction.”

“Thanks to Asher.”

“It’s also thanks to you. It must have been hard to hold back your anger among your enemies… Ah, ahem. I talked too much. You must be tired, so you should go up first and rest.”

It means to ask someone to step aside.

Cland agreed immediately.

“Understood. Asher, it was an honor to work with you on this request. I’ll see you later when the opportunity arises.”

“See you next time.”

Cland nodded and entered the building.

Edmon and Verden met eyes with the fainted elf between them.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“That’s true. But it seems like that’s the same for you too. Judging from the complicated thoughts in your gaze towards the elf.”

Did you notice?

As expected, this is the insight of a magician.

“I have a request to make.”

“Oh, a request. I’m really curious about what it is. I’ll think about it as positively as possible, so tell me what you want.”

“I would like to extend my request.”

The mission that Verden received was to 'infiltrate the First Prince's castle and find out what kind of deal was made.' Although there was a variable called an elf, he brought her along anyway.

This effectively concludes the request.

Edmon guessed Verden's intentions.

“That means… this elf has business.”

“As I told you before, the elf’s condition is not good.”

The internal tissues are partially destroyed, making natural recovery nearly impossible.

My body is not in a condition to withstand the potion's recoil, and healing through divine power is also useless.

The miracles of the Church of Luas only work on humans.

That is to say.

“There is no telling when the elf will wake up. At worst, he may die without ever regaining consciousness.”

“So, we are working on a solution. I can’t say anything yet since I just heard the news, but if I have time….”

“I already have a solution.”

"what?"

Edmon's eyebrows twitched.

“How… No, I won’t ask that. You won’t tell me. More important is your purpose. So, what do you intend to do by waking up the elf yourself?”

“I would like to talk to an elf.”

“Conversation…? Is that all?”

"yes."

Of course, it was not revealed what kind of conversation they would have.

There were so many things to ask about, such as the spirits, the head of the court magician, and the royal family's experiments. It was too complicated to explain.

Edmon closed his eyes and fell into thought.

He nodded his head and stroked his beard.

“I understand. Then I will extend the request with my authority. I will relay it to Your Majesty later.”

“Are you okay?”

“Isn’t that the elf you brought? There is sufficient reason to claim that much right. Since I have already infiltrated the First Prince’s castle at Your Majesty’s request, there is no reason to hide the information you brought. But can you tell me when that countermeasure will be prepared?”

“It will take at least two weeks.”

I had the big picture in mind as I made my way to the safe house.

However, I couldn't finish the details just by thinking about them. This was a part that required trial and error.

“Well, I’ll keep the elf safe until you’re ready.”

"thank you."

Verden bowed his head slightly.

“But what you want to tell me is…….”

“Oh, right. Actually, I was going to give you some advice. Do you have the ancient coin that Your Majesty gave you as compensation for this request?”

“I keep it in my space bag.”

“I see. Keep it very safe so that you don’t lose it like you did just now. That’s literally the price you pay for receiving direct support from the best marquis in the kingdom. So use it when it’s really useful. That’s what I wanted to say.”

‘… … I thought it was just a kind of blank check, but it seems to have a bigger meaning than that.’

Verden remembered Edmon's advice.

“I will do that.”

“Heh heh, well, actually, you would know how to do it. Then it seems like we’ve both seen what we need to know.”

Edmon levitated the box containing the elf into the air.

“I'll wait for your call.”

Edmon took the elf and disappeared into the building.

After successfully delivering the elf, Verden left the town immediately. There was no more business for him here.

<Flight Frequency>

Verden soared through the sky towards Acern.

* * *

Elves are directly connected to the magic and life of nature.

And Verden's magic is more pure than nature's. It is certain that it will react in some way.

'But that doesn't mean you can force magical power into it like with a spirit stone.'

The inside of the elf, weakened to the point where it could become weaker.

If you're not careful, you might not be able to bear it and explode. If that happens, it'll be a disaster.

More fine-tuning is needed.

We need to find a way to transmit magical power indirectly. That's where the idea of the Blue Spirit came to mind.

'Blue is made of my magic.'

Based on that, a dedicated magic circle is designed to sequentially move magical power.

If you can transmit your magic slowly and evenly while observing the elf's condition, you will definitely see the way.

Verden picked up speed and arrived at Fernet's tavern.

The tavern is closed.

This meant that Fernet was working as an information agent.

Bam.

I opened the door without hesitation.

Then the back of a person appeared.

It's not Fernet.

But it was a familiar outfit.

Verden could immediately recognize who he was.

“……Gelton?”

“Ah! Oh, it’s been a while, Asher.”

Gelton, a wizard who craves theory.

The adventurer who went to subdue the undead has returned.