I Created Scientific Magic

“Too slow, continue talking! I hope this time your words are faster than my sword!” Lynn withdrew the longsword and continued to heat it, to keep it from cooling down.

Facing such a fierce, unscrupulous demon who would effortlessly turn someone into pieces of meat, Nu’er completely broke down and began to relate his story in a trembling voice.

The story began five days earlier when he overheard a few dwarves in the Broken Axe Tavern boasting about constructing a massive alchemical machine that could fly into the skies and required no magic whatsoever.

Not just him, but the other tavern patrons also didn’t believe it, writing it off as drunken dwarven boasts. After all, when they’d previously helped Lydia build various flying machines, those had all crashed without exception, even though they bragged about them excessively.

It wasn’t until Lynn conducted a breathtaking flight demonstration in full view of everyone that Nu’er realized it was all true.

So, upon learning that a Wizard from the “Bloodthorn” was willing to spend five hundred Gold Coins for the blueprint of the airship, he immediately got tempted and patiently waited every day near the Broken Axe Tavern, knowing those ale-loving dwarves would eventually show up…

As Nu’er spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube, he was well aware that once he shared all the information he had, he would be of no further use and would most likely not escape death. But it was better than being slowly carved into a bloody skeletal mess by a scorching blade.

“So you targeted Ralph, who was alone, and after the Sleeping Fog failed, you killed him?” Lynn said with a cold sneer.

A look of regret spread over Nu’er’s face—not for the attack on Ralph, but for not being careful enough to foresee how the antique wine would affect the soporific effects of the withered grass powder. Otherwise, there’d have been no possibility his actions could have been detected.

Lynn did not easily believe the other party’s words but instead interrogated every detail of the operation, demanding Nu’er to recount everything he had done these days from beginning to end, then questioning each point separately. Any hint of hesitation or inconsistency was met with a searing longsword hacking down.

The blade sliced through skin and flesh, and before the blood even started flowing, the intense heat of hundreds of degrees cauterized the wound. Experiencing such a bitterly thrilling sensation, not even the smartest individual could fabricate a flawless lie under these circumstances.

By the time Lynn finished his interrogation, Nu’er had already been struck a total of seventeen times, and he looked somewhat dazed. He had reached the point where he would say everything he knew, sometimes even learning to blurt out answers to avoid the sword.

Looking at Nu’er with snot and tears covering his face, resembling someone on the verge of a mental breakdown, Lynn felt somewhat helpless. Couldn’t he have just told the truth from the beginning?

Why insist on spouting such lies, forcing him to resort to some unusual methods?

For Lynn, who was not particularly skilled at psychological warfare, the only way to confirm the truth was to use such a crude method.

“Is the bounty still up?” Lynn asked again.

The five hundred magic Gold Coins would likely tempt many.

Lynn wasn’t worried about his own safety, as he usually stayed within the Yiyeta Academy, and outwardly he was still considered a third-ring Wizard. It was unlikely that anyone would dare to cause trouble there, but it was different for Lydia and the other half-humans…

“No, the bounty has been withdrawn…” Nu’er stammered in response.

“And the reason?” Lynn was somewhat surprised.

The operation to capture Ralph had failed, hadn’t it?

Could it be that the other side had completely given up?

Lynn held the quenched sword in his hand, constantly swaying it. The scorching blade once again made Nu’er’s hanging heart rise to his throat.

“I don’t know, I just heard… I heard that Lord Radak has already obtained some of the airship’s construction blueprints from elsewhere…” Nu’er hurriedly responded, fearing another blow if he was too slow.

It was for this reason that he wasn’t discarded by Lord Radak as waste for this failed operation.

Lynn’s brows instantly furrowed. “Are you certain?”

Besides Ralph, the only half-humans who had truly seen the blueprints were Darren and Lydia. Lynn didn’t want to suspect them unless it was necessary.

Of course, Lynn was also aware that betrayal sometimes depended on whether the price was high enough, and five hundred magic Gold Coins was no small amount.

This was why he had previously tried to test those half-humans with the ledger book.

“Probably…should be…” Nu’er’s expression became hesitant, but seeing Lynn raising the sword in his hand, he spoke very quickly.

“No, I am certain, and very sure!”

(PS: New books are begging for anything.)