Northern Ost continent, the deepest part of the Spirit Forest.
Near the roots of the standing world tree, there is an elf.
"Hey, isn't the water good lately?"
"You think so, too? It's weird."
Such conversations had recently begun to take place among the inhabitants.
Better than anywhere else. That's what they thought the water inside.
I was sensitive to the fact that its flavour was fading.
"Spirit Lake Water Quality Survey. Now that we have the results, we will report you."
A large wooden hall set to cling to the world tree.
Unite the Elves, where the High Elves meet.
In that conference room, one elf was reading out the papers.
"Turbidity, color, smell. None abnormal. Nor have any harmful ingredients been detected"
It is the rulers who are in front of us.
With an obnoxious look, a high elf sits in a chair with a high back. Intimidated by its appearance, the elf shook his voice.
"Numerically speaking, it's pretty much the same as before. No deterioration in water quality was observed"
Disgruntled voices leak from all parts of the report. The look on the chairman's face is also harsh.
Then why is the water getting worse?
He himself feels the same way as the people inside. Not very much, but I'm not convinced by the current explanation.
"I was wondering if the absence of the guardian of the lake was the cause"
Once, swallow the spit and carry on the words.
"It doesn't show up in the numbers, some benefit. Wouldn't that have been given?"
Zaratan, a powerful spiritual beast of water attributes. The problem began to arise after his figure disappeared from the lake.
(Relevance is evident in anyone's eyes)
That's what the elf called from the water tower thought.
"On what grounds?
An old woman in a high elf asks sharply with a single eyebrow distorted.
"... it's just a personal look"
To the answer, the expression changes to blame.
"This is the highest meeting place. Follow your irresponsible remarks."
The elf shrinks and looks down as he apologizes.
The chancellor sighs in his heart as he watches the interaction.
The old woman would have stabbed the nail, but it wouldn't work. I guess that's what anyone else thinks.
(I didn't know Zaratan's return was just delayed, and this would make a difference)
Zalatan, the guardian of the lake, who transferred to Kukoka without an elf soldier and knight on board.
The return of the Spirit to the lake was yet to come.
(Like last time, I thought I'd be back soon.)
Those inside have yet to realize that one island shadow has disappeared from the Spirit Lake.
But it's also a matter of time.
An interest in drinking water. I can't keep it hidden.
(The reason Zaratan left the Spirit Lake, albeit temporarily. you have to twist that out)
I honestly can't say very much that I went looking for Ambrosia, etc.
Such an explanation would eventually spread the story to the people. No matter how popular the Elves are, they always leak from somewhere.
They're gonna change the color of their eyes and start looking.
Although the human race is less capable, there are numbers. And lowly, but therefore, mean and greedy.
It's so obsessive that it gets creepy, it'll look into every corner of the continent. It was never unlikely that people would find it first.
(Can you give it to them?)
It was only in the inheritance, Ambrosia. The fruit becomes the raw material for the all-purpose medicine, Elixir.
Behind the chairman's brain, a picture was shown of the people who found Ambrosia.
It folds the fruit from branch to branch and poses well. What sticks to your face is a grin without any shards of character.
(Absolutely not. Ambrosia is ours)
I'm just imagining, but the footage is as clear as if I've seen it.
An uncomfortable feeling gushes up, distorting the speaker's mouth.
"Even from the liquor factory, there is a voice to worry about. As it is, when it affects quality after autumn"
That hurts, personally, to the chancellor.
It was literally a story about drinking getting worse.
"Have you not heard from those who accompanied Zalatan?
The elf nags, and several high elves shake their necks beside each other.
If there is, no matter what you say, you should get the news first. It was clear that it had not yet happened.
(No way, I'm not going back)
With an ice blade, it runs as cold as being poked in the chest. But soon, I shook off the idea
A vast lake at the foot of a world tree.
For Zalatan, the spiritual beast, there is no more environment.
(No, if another world tree exists, I can't say enough)
Confidential matters to be discussed, only in high elves.
A new world tree whose existence is inferred from the difference in the world's magic balance of payments.
If that's the case, maybe there's an environment comparable to Spirit Lake.
(But only Zaratan doesn't have that)
The chancellor deepened the crease between the eyebrows and dismissed the possibility again.
The basis is one inheritance passed down inside.
Long ago, when the mighty Warcraft attacked us without turning the Spirit Lake into ours.
You moved from the ocean.
Recall, Chancellor.
The giant white snakes emerged with metastatic magic.
Before its ferocity and the power of numbers, just Zaratan is also put at a disadvantage.
The elves, who could not help themselves in the battle between the Great Warcraft, but one young man rose up.
"While the snake is distracted by Zaratan, defeat the head of the white snake"
The young man, who spoke powerfully, uses water magic to approach from behind and strike a blow.
Although it had no power to defeat the giant white snake, it succeeded in creating a large gap.
Zaratan, who did not miss the opportunity and turned to attack.
And they defeated the chief, and defeated the flock of white serpents.
"Thanksgiving Sulu, Hyun-ku, Takaki-kun, Yo."
Zaratan thanking the elves. But the youth had lost their lives in the chief's counter-attack.
"I can't live without you."
Struck by deep sorrow, the lover of a young man.
She tells me that she had cast herself into the lake of the Spirit and followed her.
To the death of two people, Zaratan was strongly moved by his heart. Ever since, I've been told I've been watching inside the elves.
(Zaratan has special feelings for us Elves)
Benefits that the Spirit Lake has given in the elves. That's the proof.
(Definitely, I'll be right back. It's just a long-lived existence, so the feeling of time is just different from ours)
The chancellor tells himself yes.
By the way, if you zalatan the story ahead, think a little after a slow blink,
"Sonoyona Things Hanai"
I told you. It's only an old elf story.
"As for drinking water, carry out the purification procedure before sending it inside."
Anyway, I need time. The chairman decides so and gives instructions.
Collected from the inside, elf sorcerers. In large numbers, they head to the water intake tower and work together to build a great magic formation.
In a short time, he activated the magic of purification.
(But I'm not gonna hold it forever)
I think while overseeing that, captain of the water intake tower.
In order to continue to purify large quantities of water, we need to continue to supply large quantities of magic.
I intend to deal with it on a triple shifting basis for the moment, but the burden on the surgeons is enormous.
(Come back soon)
I sincerely hoped so.
The northern edge of downtown in Wangdu.
There is a garden on the roof of a three-story building there, growing trees about three metres high.
A pond was built at the foot of the tree, with tortoises about twenty centimetres long swimming around.
(Easy sie)
To the Lord of the land, a tortoise entrusted with the management of the pond. Zalatan is in a good mood.
To make the pond better, the task of applying hands. Because it was out-of-the-box and interesting.
(Mo Xiaoshi, Fish Shouting Buka)
Already, it's transporting many creatures.
Algae, small fish, prawns, crabs, shellfish, etc. Even if it's time to mix the fish on one rank, the ecosystem will turn.
The work to be done with that in mind was a long time, and it boiled my mind.
The Spirit Lake was already finished. There was nothing else to do but maintain it.
(Tonalto, Hidden Place Ga Needed Dana)
If we are to bring the upper predators, the small fish will need a place to hide.
But this pond doesn't have it.
(Ano Ship, Hutte Come Luca)
Black leather cover book. The sinking ship that kept it. It seemed affordable in size.
Quickly Zalatan activates the magic, appearing a few centimeters at the bottom of the pond and dozens of meters at the northern seabed.
And at the bottom of the pond, the wreckage of the ship was transferred.
(Kokoni Keva, Warrel Worried Monai)
Deep underground or behind ruins, or in the sea like this sinking ship. I kept things in various places, but they were pretty much gone.
I don't have much obsession with things, but they are all memorabilia. If you have a safe place, you should keep it there.
(Ano people mo, oranucarana)
I didn't put it in the Spirit Lake because there are human-shaped organisms living in the woods.
They who are good at water attribute magic take everything with them.
(Shift Cell Monoha, Shift Citeokka)
In water I can't get my hands on, except Zaratan here. Moreover, I am entrusted with the control over the Lord of the land.
With all my heart, I was doing whatever I wanted.
Sometimes, however, we are cautious.
(water quality no change c, hodhodniceneva)
As a matter of fact, I recently received an offer from the Lord and Spirit Beast of the land.
The effect on the forest is too great, so I want you to weigh yourself down.
(True crab)
There was a verse that came to mind.
Rapid changes stress the forest.
Because it's fun, and he had a bad passion for it for a long time.
Now I was trying to do it little by little, watching what was going on around me.
(Around the mou, see te times luca)
In the Lake of the Spirit, Zalatan had little movement. But right now, I'm kicking the water with my short hands and feet and overlapping my movements.
In that mind, there was no idea of going back to the Lake of the Spirit.
Built by the Spirit Lake, the water intake tower.
An arch made of flowing water that hangs from there into space.
A few days after I started purifying the water I was sending inside. There was an anomaly going on.
No, you should say that no change happened.
"Why doesn't the water taste the same?
One sorcerer roars.
A large magic formation, built inside the water intake tower.
The three surrounding elves continue to send their magic in on a triple shift basis. The magic of purification was definitely activated.
However, despite all the measures we have put in place, the flavour still does not return.
(Bad, no results at all)
Captain of a roaring water intake tower.
Twilight them on the way. Fill the bottle with pre- and post-purification water for instructions.
And sent it to the High Elves.
"Once discontinued. They're going to re-validate it."
The next day, a response is received from the Parliament of the High Elves. The three elves on duty squeeze into the side of the magic formation as they exhale loudly.
The magic formation, which was no longer supplied with magic, gradually lost its light and stopped spinning.
(Why?
I can't find the answer, the troubled elves.
"Degradation of water quality is not allowed"
In fact, as initially reported, the quality of the water had not deteriorated.
Then why do you feel the flavor has dropped?
After all, it's the power of Zaratan. As imagined by those who reported to the High Elves.
The spiritual beast of powerful water attributes, with its power, was transforming it into delicious water full of flavor.
(In purifying magic, irremovable clutter. You have that?
But the captains don't even know.
No matter how desperately you cast the spell of purification, all you possess is the power to remove dirt. I couldn't even improve the taste.
(I don't know)
All they could do was put their arms together and make a serious look.
"Wait for Zalatan. That's the only way."
Then a dozen days. Zaratan will not return yet.
The grievances of those inside. Eventually, it grew to something that even the high elves could not ignore.
The stage moves far southeast from Spirit Lake to Wang Capital.
The Merchant Guild, built in the face of Central Square, was still crowded today with large crowds.
Not long before noon, a man walks into the building with a shoulder bag.
"I'm here to deliver the potion"
I put the shoulder potion bag on the counter and take the potion out of it.
"I thought it was about time you were here. Thank you."
An old man with a strong face comes out to the counter with a smile on his face.
It seems that a workshop that can supply D-rank potions stably is hard to say Wang Du.
"Merchant Guild HQ. I'm proud of you."
An old man on the strong side laughs when he breaks the strong side.
But the careful hand movement that continues to test the product will not stop.
"But look, you know what I mean."
Appearance gives you an idea of type and rank. But the buyout inspection can't be to that extent.
The old man with the strong side flirts a little with my words, which sound impressive.
"It's an experience. Recovery potions are a lot to deal with."
They can tell by the darkness of the color, the feeling when it's watered down by the light, the change in shade when it's shaken by it, etc.
It would be the same thing as bankers noticing fake bills.
"I can't explain why, but I feel a clear discomfort."
The lady, forty years old, said so.
I take the potion bottle, too, and see it watered down by the light out the window. Of course, I don't know anything.
"Oh, Mr. Tauro. Sounds a lot more active."
That's when they call and look around.
(Where?
I'm sure he's the guild leader, but he's not. It is the same disgrace.
"This way."
A small body of guild length emerged from the shadow of the desk behind the counter.
"Is it active"
I don't know what you're talking about, I ask back.
"We'll be pioneering sin, punishment and the new frontiers in the bowl of parents and children one after another, won't we? That's Doctor Slime, the pioneer of the Hanayawa world, who's admired."
Even in the light of those words, I feel sorry for you in my heart.
None of this is my idea. Something from the world of previous life.
Sounds good when it comes to knowledge cheats, but they are embezzling the achievements of great ancestors.
"By the way, I thought of one. I'm getting ready in a familiar whorehouse right now. Why don't you come with me?
Guild leader laughing niggardly.
A draft of this person, knowledgeable and experienced. What the hell would it be like?
Strong interest arose and I went, I noticed when I tried to answer.
(Deputy guild chief?
Behind the guild length stands Santa Claus with a white beard.
He looked at me and shook his head small to the left and right.
Are you trying to stop?
That's where I think.
Guild leaders are nostalgic adults. But sometimes it's too deep and I tolerate it to the point of being impossible.
Santa Claus is a common sense man by comparison.
You should think there's something here.
"Excuse me. For the moment, I'm busy working as a doctor slime."
Parent-child bowl or sin and punishment. I lie that I have that guidance.
There is no doubt about that. Once the idea has been given, the concierge of the whorehouse will take care of it later.
"Too bad."
A soggy guild leader and a howling Santa Claus behind it.
I asked what it looked like, just in case.
After prejudging your imitation of Tauro, the Guild Commander speaks his name.
"Three-generation bowl," he said.
Silent lightning strikes me.
(This sucks)
Definitely an expanded version of the bowl for parents and children. And absolutely, it's beyond my tolerance.
I send Santa Claus a profound glance of gratitude. The deputy guild leader nodded slowly.
"For both of us, I was ready."
I'm coming to deliver the potion. They were expecting that. That's all I'm saying.
The guild chief looks up at Santa Claus as he says.
Instead, what do you say, just a thermal gaze.
Naturally, Santa Claus politely said no.
"Um, if I may, I can offer it to you."
There, a person appears who recommends himself.
Make him one of the future guild chief candidates, current chief. He's a strong old man.
I'm afraid, I'm raising my right hand.
(You never know, you old man)
I don't understand the guild leader's hobby or what a three-generation bowl means.
The old man on the strong side, the chief, should have been a single idol.
When I went to the Sacred Capital, my old man went to the Idol Group concert every night, waving his arms and hips around.
"Really! Then go!
The Alliance leader's face brightens up with a paar.
And soon, he left the building trying to push his strong old man's back.
"... will you be all right"
To my word, Santa Claus returns it as tiring.
"He's a talent going up there. Maybe it's better if I knew him early."
We shrugged our shoulders together.
Then for a week, no one saw the strong old man in the guild.