Perforation became obsessed with the magic of using it for the first time.
Tsukishing rode and wanted to mumble a medium-two pathological dialogue, such as "come on" or "quiet and quiet".
I stayed on critical this time, but I don't know when the next seizure will occur.
The Dark Side Power of Magic is dangerous.
While using witchcraft, Permea noticed that witchcraft changes when she changes consciousness.
For example, "Fireball." If you don't think about it, about ten centimeters of flaming sphere will fly toward your goal.
Awareness before activation increased or decreased, for example, the size of the flame, as well as the power to enter witchcraft.
The penetration is not "flare". I want to play "Fireball", but I tried to increase the power to the maximum by reducing the size.
"And Torrrr! What are you doing!? That's a mess. Quit now!!"
Estelle disturbed me violently.
I didn't think I was exaggerating, but I was so terrified of her unusual condition that I stopped shooting.
It's not just power. Magic was also altered in color.
"Fireball" changes to a variety of colors when imagining a flame color reaction.
"Waterball" was changed to yellow, green, and blue when I imagined the BTB solution.
When I imagined that "rock needles" contained a lot of certain substances, they changed to white or black. However, even if I tried, I couldn't do it in gold or silver.
I thought it would be interesting if the "rock needle" turned gold or silver, but the normal flatlands don't contain a lot of gold and silver in the first place. That's why the color doesn't change.
Other substances with low content could not be changed.
The only thing that didn't change color was wind magic.
There is no color in the air. There may be colored air in the world, but the permeation is unknown. Because I don't know, I couldn't let magic reflect me.
"If you collect the colored smoke and let it go, I think you can color the" air cutter "as well... We need to get some smoke first, and it's gonna take a lot of work."
However, just because it is done does not change the power of magic or make it more user-friendly.
It's just a hobby.
Permeation tamed the body with magic while conducting various experiments.
When I realized, the sun was already tilting.
"Oh, I'm hungry..."
When the focus ran out, Gutu raised his disgruntled voice.
Permeation magically tidies up the earth that has become a bump so as not to be a nuisance to others.
"Thor, it's time to go home"
Estelle, who was encouraging herself to train to go with the permeability, was wiping her face with a towel with her sword in her sheath.
Until now, she has not interrupted the practice of permeation magic. I've been talking to you since I stopped the permeable flare fireball.
"I'm sorry I made you hang out."
"No, I was just glad I was able to concentrate on my training."
The two go through the gates of Finris early enough and return to the inn.
I had a dinner that wasn't even tasty enough to make up for the lunch I pulled out, and the permeation back in my room immediately dived into the futon.
Dinner, by the way, was as hard as a sole of shoes and a steak with an intense salt flavour.
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Before bedtime. The permeation reminded me of a classic workout for fuzzy fantasies.
Like a muscle tread, 'If you keep using magic, you get more magic'.
So Trans thought about using magic before he went to bed to enhance his magic.
The magic used - naturally - is not like "fireball" or "waterball". If you use something like that, the inn will burn down in no time - it's "writing" that can be used in the house.
Nevertheless, the room is usually bright and I can't sleep if I use "writing".
Therefore, I decided to plant "writing" in the futon.
"How many can I get?
I'll put ten in for a try. But I don't feel like my magic has diminished.
It was the penetration I had put in one at a time, but it stinked from the way in and threw in a lot at once.
As soon as possible, the futon glowed like the bottom surface of a UFO.
It is the amount of light that is likely to float from light alone.
Looking directly at this, my eyes were dazed and I might have been blind.
But the permeability is "writing". After activation, the magic is exhausted, and the user faints. I was lucky enough to avoid the difficulty of blindness.
The next day, I woke up. The turbine,
"What's this..."
I often lost words to the brilliance that flooded out of the turned futon.
When my head moved, I remembered, "Speaking of which, you planted a lot of" writing "at night."
Some disappeared during the night, but still quite a few "writing" remained in the futon.
Waking up in a glowing futon was a rather surreal experience.
I feel as though I have become a resurrected Tutankhamen.
That's a sarcophagus, not a futon...
Besides, the penetration turns off the "writing" silently, while checking the degree of support.
I left the inn as soon as the sun rose.
I was able to fully satisfy my desire to use magic the other day, so I take the Alliance's request today.
Inside the guild it was quiet. It's not time for adventurers to get to work.
No adventurers, but the guild was open.
Someone is in the guild for 24 hours so that we can deal with whatever happens at any time.
There are no people at the reception, but a bell is installed.
It's the same as the hotel reception, if you ring the bell, it looks like someone or him will show up.
Trans looked at the bulletin board on which the Alliance's request was put up.
"Is there a request you can take even in the F-rank... here?"
Luggage Carrier - 5 Daily Large Copper Coins.
Delivery - 4 large copper coins per day.
Water cleaning - six big copper coins a day.
That's all I see, I feel like I'm just a name for an adventurer and actually just a staffing business.
But this is also an important task. They are all tasks that must be done in the city.
From among them, Permea found a request to "collect herbs".
Since this request is permanent, there are no failures. Once you bring the medicinal herb, it is a mechanism where you will only be paid for what you have.
"It's good to have no failures"
I can't penetrate it, but I can use Lid's memory to collect herbs.
Perhaps it would be okay, Permea decided to make this' collection of herbs' request without thinking deeply.
Since the request is permanent, you don't have to apply at the reception. The permeation left the guild intact.
I bought a meat grill for lunch at a stall along the road and threw it in a place no one could see.
"Ooh, boy. Uh... Was it only Tor? Are you alone today?"
"Yes, I'm going to go collect some herbs"
"Suddenly. Um, well, come on."
"Uh, ah, yes"
Present the guild card to the guard and exit the gate of Finris.
"... what was it?
Transverse remembered the look on the guard's face as he left the gate. That was a hard look to say. But he didn't say anything and missed the permeation.
"Was collecting medicinal herbs a difficult request? Something dangerous? But it's an F-rank request."
I don't even know if I think about it.
"Well, are you okay because there are no failures," Toru rushed to the woods.
Various plants thrive in the woods. For permeation, no matter how many eyes those plants stare at, they just look like weeds.
Drawing on Lid's memory, however, it turns out to be a plant with various effects.
Civile grass, spicy grass, sweet grass, disinfectant grass......
There was no official name in Lid's memory either, but I can tell the taste in one shot.
"... I wonder if Lid has eaten any of this grass"
He lived mainly hunting. But I don't always get to hunt for my prey every day. There must have been a day when I couldn't find my prey.
That's when Lid was eating grass to distract his hunger.
When I think of Lid eating grass, suffering from spiciness, or delighted to find sweet grass, the permeation could not help but cry.
Transparency has lived in Japan without any difficulty. I was hungry and never ate grass. No matter how impoverished, I put it on a full stomach meal if I could take care of the administration. That was normal.
But how blessed was such a life.
That's what the world is about, Algard.
Out of hand, the permeation is also forced to live eating grass in trouble for tomorrow's cost of living.
"We have to work hard!
Transmission renews our determination to live in Aalgardo.
Walking in the woods, the herbs were easily found. The way it was collected was also in Lid's memory. Try to prune only one central stem so it doesn't damage the roots.
In doing so, the herb sprouts and grows anew without withering.
Every once in a while, the wild dog approached the penetration, but just gently wrapped his tail around it and ran away.
Higher rate of encounters with wild dogs than before.
"Is it possible that the same individual is targeting you?
If it seems too persistent, slash it and throw it away.
But he looks like a dog, so the permeation didn't want to kill him aggressively.
"I don't want you to get as close as you can..."
As he pondered, he floated four "fireballs" over his head. Rotate it overhead with glue.
The activated "Fireball" has a modest power. It's dangerous to lose magic along the way, and if it's too powerful, it burns the trees.
"Fireball" was activated to train magic manipulation that is not enough for me.
If we could do this unconsciously, it would be much easier to activate magic.
"Fireball: When four became easier, this time in five. When five became easier, in six, the number gradually increased.
Sometimes the control was disturbed by the sea and the tree burned, but I was ready for this to happen. "Waterball" and the permeation immediately quenched the fire.
As he was searching for herbs while performing his sorcery workouts, Turbo noticed that no wild dogs would show up.
"... did you get my thoughts right?
The wild dog stopped coming close because it made sense that I didn't want to kill him - but of course not.
Simply because I don't want to get near the myriad "fireballs" on my head.
If survival instincts are functioning properly, there will be no such thing as an abalone approaching such dangerous people.
But when he didn't realize it, he sang his nose satisfactorily, and the permeation ganged up the herb collection.