Civilization Game

Chielo walks forward and rummages through his pockets. Then the broom pops into her hands. It was not the classic magical broomstick I had in mind, but a neat appearance with a black comb extending straight onto the luxurious golden handle.

She swirls her broom around and pushes it forward! You reach out, close your eyes and mutter an unknown language.

Whoo-hoo!

Her surrounding magic flutters in response to her muttering.

"Hehe!"

Rod wraps his arm around his head as the wind is raging.

Soon, the purple magic stretches out of her broom into the air and slowly begins to form a door shape.

‘So this is Celine's warp gate. ’

Beyond the door of the Borat Magical Power, you can see the destination of the haze. It was exactly what Lord saw in the spy's eyes. That's the ‘Root’, one of Albheim's Node Areas. It was where he was looking for talent.

"It's done."

After completing the spell, Chielo made the broom small again and put it in his chest.

Rod nods and walks to the Warp Gate.

"But, Rod,"

"Huh?"

"Are you sure you want to go in?"

The road stands still.

Her smiling face remained intact, but her voice was not an eloquent voice that drifted with honey as usual, but a voice of a dull, dull day. Lord was surprised for a moment that he could make such a cold voice with a smiling face.

"…… What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

"Do you trust me? What if I dragged him somewhere else and he killed a rat or a bird?"

Lord raises his jaw.

"And you're the one who believed in me when I called the coordinates, and went so gently to the Abyss? I could have been caught, and the coordinates I called could have been at the bottom of the lake."

The two looked at each other. Although not intimate, it was true that they had known each other for a long time, and their tendencies were clear to each other.

"You don't fly because you're afraid of falling, right?"

"Well, yeah."

I felt tense for a moment, and then the two of them smiled at the same time. She said.

"I'll give you 80 points."

"Oh."

"Let's go!"

Chielo swoops into the gate without hesitation.

‘Well, I'm sure it's fine. ’

What have I come here to think about? At that moment, Chielo's arm suddenly popped out.

"What are you doing here so early?"

"Now, hold on!"

Rod's body swings in like a paper doll.

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Bang!

As with the eyes of Bandegas, the rod plummets into the air at the end of its passage through the same space of abstractions and labyrinths. You can see the Sage of Light over his head.

‘Is this what space is all about? Chet.'

My stomach growls. My butt aches, too. The rod looks around in a bad condition.

It was a backyard with medieval wooden houses. The coordinates of the Warp Gate are hidden in the back alley.

‘Good to see you. ’

"Come on, let's go! Go."

Chielo grabs Lord's arm and raises him up.

"... Why are you so excited?"

Rod raises his head and asks.

"Chielo is always in tension."

"Just to be clear, I'm not here to play, I'm here to work. I'm here to find talent."

"Five points down."

"... What have you been keeping score on?!"

Chielo squeezes Lord's complaint and grabs his cuff and leads him out of the alley.

The route looks like an ordinary medieval village. People were sitting on their mattresses in a well-cleaned path with tree houses stretching out to both sides. It seemed to be near the market. Most of them were human, even though they were the territory of the Elves, and the Elves were rarely seen.

"Wow!"

As Chielo ran out of the snow, Lord felt anxious. Can't control that damned shopping instinct of women anywhere in the world. Lord watches her crouch, picking out her accessories, and straightens out the information in her head.

The capital of Alvehem was situated in the great water of the world, called Wigdrasil. The whole world is one capital, not a territory. And there is once again a vast forest around the water of the world, which is simply called the Elven Forest. There is another Node territory in this forest.

And finally, 'Root’ is the only human land occupied by Elves as a territory outside of Elven Forest. Human beings, indigenous forces, and Elves, the masters of the earth, became a place to live together.

… is commonly known, but reality doesn't seem to be. According to intel from the spy, the Elves are now obsessed with a fierce pureblood and obedient. You have driven all but the Elves out of Wigdrasil, despised by all but the Elves.

That way, Root either got kicked out of Wigdrasil or served as a kind of home for sinful Elves. The Elves living in the route were only managed by soldiers or territory administrators for minimal security. Humans in the Alvehem were supplying Wigdrasil with the necessary resources, such as agriculture, handicrafts and mining, which the Elves thought were inferior.

‘That must be hard, player of Alveheim. ’

Perhaps this is an obstinate problem for Alveheim. To unite the continents, fusion with other races is inevitable. Nevertheless, nationalism is closed and tied to extremely low values of obedience. Rod thought it would take a lot of work to fix it.

"Brother Rod. What do you think?"

Chielo wore a drop-shaped earring and asked. Lord said calmly.

"10 points."

"What?"

As her voice turns to a cold midnote, Lord quickly adds.

"... times eight."

"80 points? Hmm, not so good."

She puts down her earring and gets up.

"Look elsewhere."

"I told you I'm not here to play, girl!"

After all, Chielo went into tourist mode, and the investigation and inquiry were entirely his. Lord asks the merchants a few questions while she's sorting through the stalls.

"Do you know who Tia is?"

The noble sage, Tia Grandine. An Elf living in the Alveheim Society who settles here in the roots despite being a nobleman. According to information, she is favorable to Humans and is willing to help them. He did not have a separate position and served as an advisor, living in seclusion mixed with mincho.

"Tia? Ah, beautiful."

"I couldn't keep my eyes open."

"That's beyond human standards, really!"

"Hey! You're not human!"

"Oh, dear. Elves. Beautiful, by the way."

This is how most merchants reacted. When I ask her who Tia is, she says, "Beautiful." Beautiful. "Beautiful. ’Starting with the same reaction and adding a rhetorical twist to her appearance, the conclusion is‘ beautiful. ’.

I sighed deeply. The clumsy men are no help. Rod continued his investigation quietly because small pieces of information were piling up in his head.

"Tia? Aah? She's the most beautiful woman in the state!"

The tavern owner who was preparing the shop opened said while wiping the floor of the tavern with a mop.

‘Oh, I see. ’

An hour after arriving at the root. Rod was finally able to come to an important conclusion. The human vocabulary in this town was the worst! Do they only know that it is beautiful? It's beautiful to wake up in the morning! It's beautiful when you eat! Isn't every salutation beautifully unified?

"... But Tia is an Elf, right?"

Rod has regained his composure and asks again to see if he can find anything.

"Why are you staying in the root, not in Wigdrasil?"

"We don't know why! Tia didn't tell me either. I'm just wondering if there's something wrong with Elves who've lived for hundreds of years."

After all, only opinions based on reasoning. Lord says thank you and drags Chielo out, who whines about wanting a lemon beer. Then I continued to search the streets again.

"Tia? You're like the spiritual cornerstone of this root."

Oh, not "beautiful." This fruit merchant looked something different.

"If it wasn't for Tia, Ruth would be in big trouble. Cancer."

"What happened?"

"Oh, hmm. Just a moment. Recently, my head is twitching, so I can remember...."

As Lord looks mysteriously, Chielo, who is crouching and picking a piece of ripe fruit, bounces a coin. "Oh, I remember! ’and I was lucky. Chielo smiles at Lord and gets back to his work.

"A large horde of Orcs invaded the roots once."

The fruit merchant began to explain.

"Even the Elven Soldiers abandoned their defenses and fled into the woods, looking at the size of the Orcs. We were the only ones left. We can't let the Orcs trample us down because of the land and land we're working on. Eventually, we decided to take up arms and resist. I thought it was a fight I couldn't win, but it was Tia."

The fruit merchant stopped talking and looked as if he could recall what had happened.

"By his command, we have triumphed. I knew he was a wise man, but I didn't think he would lead us to victory..."

"Oh."

It was the same information that the spy extracted from the Wigdra Room. I felt like I was in the right place.

"But are you outsiders?"

"Ah, haha! Yes, an adventurer."

"... Are you really an adventurer?"

The fruit merchant looked at Chielo. Although she was dressed as a Rodya adventurer, she wore a short skirt and sandals on a straw hat. She doesn't look like much of an adventurer, no matter how she thinks about it.

‘… I knew this would happen to me. ’

The gaze of two men pierces her eyes wide and raises her head.

"Yes? Why? You've never seen an adventurer dressed like this before?"

"……."

"Women can tolerate discomfort, but not beauty is an unbearable creature."

How dare you! ’

Fruit mongers say, 'Hmm.’ I made a sound.

"It's probably because you're a decent old man."

Lord gives you a silly look. Is that thing working?

"Oh, man. You're talking. I'll give you five points."

"What are you doing with your scores? '

Lord quickly opened his mouth.

"Then where is Tia?"

"You are at the highest roots of the territory. He usually teaches children."

"The highest will be sown..."

Rod looks up at the sky. It was a place where some of the roots of the world's water, Wigdrasil, suddenly rose from the ground and went back into the ground. The size of the roots was enormous, so people also built buildings on arch roots.

"Is there something I can do for Tia?"

Rod smiles lightly at the question of the longevity fruit and turns his back.

"Oh, I was just wondering who you were. Simple curiosity. Let's go."

"Yes."

The fruit merchant scratched his head and watched the two of them move away. Then his eyes flashed sharply for a moment.

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The year I promised you!

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Digimon0002/Add another person like this...?;

Xedrions/Thank you so much for your personalized recommendation!

Best wishes to @ MoriyaSuwako/Lord (Munsan)

You're here to make secret friends with Bear.

Kool914/Cool Beauty...!

- I hurt him. There was a police number here...

Blue Team2/Hiic! Just describe it!

ⓛ ❗ bersi/I was thinking about it, but it's considered that Chielo is equivalent to Jamuka. Heh heh heh heh. But the ability continues to grow, so Chielo can also be class B.

- SWSWSW soon.

@ Light and sky/That's way beyond the Great Wizard level! Our Lord is more than that! (Correct?) I just haven't been honest with Rory's wishes!

@ inferno12/Well, it's true Lord was a little careless. To put it this way, the Warp Gate doesn't just pop up as soon as it expresses, but it takes time for it to create a warp, and it takes time to cross it. Abbis has time to deal with it, so I don't think there's going to be any outbreak of terrorism.