Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"... sorry. Can you explain it to me again?

Alfred shows his troubled tricks with his hands on his forehead.

"Mmm. In other words,"

I lit a small magical light at my fingertips and perished it regularly.

Short-spaced and long-spaced luminescence. Two types of signals.

"Nothing. This doesn't have to be light, sound or magic itself, but this is how we combine short flashes with long flashes to make a signal and make it correspond to letters. The person who sends the information first enters the letter, and the tool converts it into a signal and sends it. The receiving side converts and displays signals into letters."

In other words, communication using Morse signals. I think the scale of the procedure can be considerably curtailed just because the method is simple.

I purposefully sandwich the process of signal and character conversion here because it can be used by a wide range of people who do not need the knowledge, skills, etc., which are the prerequisites.

Each of the magic circuits used to transmit and receive signals and display translations and letters may be independent. Nothing needs to be done all-in-one, and then we're going to be able to expect further simplification.

"Later, we'll have to figure out how to identify the recipient."

"It's... it's an application of contract magic and spells, and if we make a magical connection between them, we're going to figure it out. So you magic the finished tool itself from the outside."

Alfred put his arms around him to think of something and has returned the answer that way as he leaned down.

Contract magic. Magic to make subordinate covenants with demons of use, slave subordinates, etc.

If that means you can identify the person you're communicating with, you'll just drop into the size of what you can carry later.

I know it's only Alfred who struggles, and I'm sorry to leave you throwing only ideas.

I just don't know. I don't know what to suggest, but I'm a little unsure about how useful it is.

I am prepared to be told that it is common sense or that it is behind. If you look at the substitutes from the existing magic system, there are parts of the planet that are realizing things that cannot be done on the planet's side.

Besides, it is possible to say that there is no special magic as a means of communicating with a distance… with high-level user demons and subpoena magic, it is possible if you are also willing to communicate information in both directions.

The former must prepare a high level of user demons. The main side needs just enough power to make a deal with it, too. Transfer by subpoena magic can require a large amount of equipment or a special catalyst, making it even more hurdled. Of course you need an expert summoner, but if you make a slight mistake, accidents can occur, and neither can be widely disseminated.

Since the general means of communicating information seems to take quite anachronistic methods, such as letters, wolf smoke, biographical pigeons, and transfers by dragon cages, is that more exceptional?

"No... surprised"

Alfred, who was leaning over, opened his eyes and raised his face. Pure surprise and curiosity come to mind in its expression and voice color.

"You don't rely on a technique that can do all sorts of things to deal with magic, you just treat it as a signal? Plus, the way you scraped off the waste signals..."

As far as Alfred's reaction is concerned, it seems quite useful for reducing the surgical scale. In other words, there is no Morse signal in this world.

"Theo... where are you coming up with that idea...?

"Mmm. No matter where they say it comes from."

You can't say it's from Earth, so I clouded my words vaguely.

- That's why my discussions with Alfred led me in the direction of developing a magic communications machine.

Well, it won't be complete overnight... but I can see reason and form of completion. Going is bound to row to practical use and make it a Brightwell Workshop sign product! And, Alfred is breathing.

The impact on society would be enormous if communication technologies were easy and faster. I don't know what Alfred meant, but I don't.

Even if Brightwell Workshop policies and strategies are decided, it doesn't affect my life at the moment. Even today, we run around the woods of night and darkness to level and earn money.

As I headed to the temple to dive into the labyrinth, something popped into my eyes with an expedition led by Fernando and several adventurers outside Jasper.

I understand the story if we are hanging out with each other, but is it the part where we have a friendly grin with each other that makes us doubt the percentages eyes?

"Yeah, well, then I can fly all the way to my destination block."

"Yes, Master Fernando was going on a big boat, and he left it to this Jasper."

... etc and Jasper answers Fernando. It is an unthinkable narrative with a low back.

Hmm. Is Jasper's value standard gold? I guess other things are second to none.

The adventurers with Jasper were strangers. Has that one alienated my relationship with the original group?

Maybe that reopened it, but if Mercedia finds out, she'll probably be mad.

"Hey, kid. What are you complaining about?

And Jasper noticed me and stared at me.

"I don't care."

As he glances over his shoulder, Jasper snarls his nose.

I've been a little weak, but it's nothing like touching some kind of law, and it's pretty much none of my business. I don't want to blame you.

"That. Did you guys know each other?"

"Nothing... I don't know anybody."

Fernando shows interest, but Jasper has gone unfaithful and turned that way.

"Hmm..."

Fernando shrugged his shoulders and walked up to me.

"... what can I do for you? Don't you know your promise to Lord Chester?

"I know, though. I had nothing to do with his promise."

...... say it often. If the back shield was Greg, you'd know what that means and a hundred.

You should be talking through it at the point you know, but ignoring it and talking to you is...

"Well, listen. I'm not trying to sell you a fight because you run into interests with the Fei Long Squad. It's a better story than that. I don't know how familiar you are with the situation, so I'll blur it out, but if you give me any information on what the Knights are looking for, I'll buy it for you."

It hits me in the ear like that... but I can see my eyebrow roots dropped by accidentally.

I don't know how he got that look, but Fernando laughed in the wind where it blows.

"Don't be shy. The Knights are doing a little research on you. You're breaking up with your parents and you're in trouble for money, so you're diving into a labyrinth or something, right? I guess being here now wasn't enough for the last prize, and I don't think that's a bad story."

... What kind of thought circuit is this guy?

When I asked the adventurer for a map to guide me to the back of the labyrinth, I guess I asked Kasashi for the authority of the Knights... and when things changed, it changed, now this?

Fernando looks good... but it wouldn't be this guy who gives money.

"Think about it. I know it's a bad idea, but it must be official policy to hire adventurers for money."

Fernando walked away, saying just what he wanted to say. Head with Jasper towards the stone tablet and disappear into the back of the labyrinth.

No. Regardless of the atmosphere on the outside, the inside is very different from Chester's.

... Assuming you told someone about an earlier blatant statement, you're going to say something about it being misrepresented in bad faith. I don't want to be on that barren waterboarding theory.

"If I were you, I would never deal with you"

is the valve of Sheila.

I guess Fernando was going to be talking to me alone in a whisper, but it seemed to fall out of Sheila's ear.

She just belonged to the Bandit Guild, and she didn't quite like what Fernando was saying or doing.

"I don't have to tell you, but I don't think so at all."

To my response, Sheila nodded with a small grin.

"What were you talking about?

Illumhilt asks Sheila. Sheila nodded as she turned her gaze to me to see if I could talk to her.

Whether it's someone you trust enough. I think we should share information well with our peers in that part of the world.

But, well, I don't know.

Perhaps business and personal feelings should be considered separately, but human feelings dictate that it is better to be able to trade in a good mood.

In my case, it's better to fly the Knights to King Melvin or Prince Albert. There's nothing in it for me to negotiate with him. Ning Lo, Jasper and I don't want to get involved.

...... ha. Let's just dive into the labyrinth. It's much more constructive to stand around demons than to think about guys like Fernando.