Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Kuha. Is this the city of examples?"

A female swordsman inexorably viewed the city of Falve springing up in front of a major event: the marriage of the Lords, drawing a line with the celebratory mood.

It's as if they're marshalling their prey.

It has been announced that the day will be somewhat restricted, but the current Falv will not stop influx of people. By then, we want to have a glimpse of the castle fortifications and the theatre of the art god given by the Hellenonian god, and the gathered people are pushing from the people, and the increased gatekeepers - although there are no castle walls - are also busily killed by their duties.

There are no more uncomfortable people trying to break in on their own because there are no walls.

Uniformly, people who can't hide their excitement.

She's excited, too.

But the wild beastly eyes are directed toward the fortress of Falve, but the purpose of the female martial artist, who covered half her face with a pitch-black mask, was different.

Hungry for blood, hungry for a battle where blood boils.

"It's time for the harvest."

Rock the flaming redhead and step inside the city in grand disregard of the queue. Neither the Gatekeeper nor anyone will try to stop that unsolicited behavior.

No, it doesn't even seem to be in sight.

And Wall of Virtue, a barrier to evil phase exclusion, which rejects evil things, was also bare. the bonds strengthened by the coming of the gods.

Boundaries drawn with silver powder. Rejecting Evil Just one step past it, the red-haired woman martial artist spread her arms.

As if trying to get something.

as if trying to expose themselves.

"Let's have a fun feast."

I dreamed of a bloody fleshy struggle and my mouth under the mask was heavily distorted.

"Earlier, His Majesty the King of God entered the quarters"

"Thank you. Now everyone's staying at the Invisible Mansion."

Having heard Claude Laker's report supporting the Marquis Istas family, Yuut checks his progress as he glances at his own checksheet.

Good. Good, close to the ideal schedule to reality.

Still, we're going to be able to end the line even though we're out of balance.

It would be better for Yut to move around on his own if he were to, but when he does that, there will be no one to grasp the whole thing.

Thus, even Valtrude, the bride, is being driven out to greet and greet guests. Returning the secrets of Ducommerce to the Divine King will be after a paragraph.

Because of this, people of high stature are gathering. I want you to stay in diplomacy without the Yuts.

Also, if it was meant to be, Valtrude would have to be caged in the Temple of Helenonia for Jisai, but it would likely slip in from night to night.

I mean, I'm not going to see him until the day.

Lack of communication with the bride. Irrational.

Even though I had two months to prepare for the wedding, that didn't tear my mouth enough.

Create one island with Island Rise (Rise Island), used off the coast of Hardenturm, and then travel to the outskirts of Falve on Floating Island (Floatland).

I didn't aim for anything else, but it seemed to include dangerous rocky reef areas in some of the islands that surfaced, which delighted me.

In addition, a water field was created in the Runway (Tidal Bore) just as it was a preliminary exercise on the leased land of the Cronican god kingdom, and a similar water and sewer system was built as in Falve.

The stream of water flowing from the high ground to the Lady River creates a fantastic atmosphere.

Until this point, it was a miracle arrangement, but I just can't prepare the dwelling. For this reason, I stayed to prepare a large number of tents, but after the wedding I decided to turn them to stockpiles because of the fact that they were for emergency use.

In addition to the preserved food brought in by the pilgrims themselves, the food was also able to satisfy the demand not only here but also here in the territory but also from the King's capital Sejour and the Kingdom of the Chronica gods with supplies brought by the merchants.

The stone staircase leading to the island was also created by spell, which plucked not only the pilgrims but also the royal nobles of the neighbouring countries who visited the Falve.

Most of all, their amazement doesn't stay with it.

The seventh staircase's theoretical spell, The Invisible Mansion, makes it possible to welcome more than a hundred human beings in a few days. Comfortable room temperature, soft bed, large bath, calm schedule, luxurious meals. Same as spending time in the royal palace, no, more than that.

Too extravagant? It's not what I found out.

Nevertheless, it's creepy to have a wooden door floating in a space that's just nothing. For this reason, we are adding stranded dwellings to our surroundings.

The Dwarf craftsmen, led by Toldek, who undertook piercing work, can't get their heads up.

After Yut thus developed an acceptance attitude, other detailed coordination and policing tasks in the field were entrusted to Old Claude and his men.

Sometimes it's purely because I can't get around to it, or because I was driven by questions about why I had to support someone else's comfortable life when it was my wedding.

I also asked Arsia and Acorn to prepare for the ceremony and reception, and to Larsia. Exile is still busy flying around the people.

It should be noted that it is Jonah's job to be a big man.

"In the meantime, is this a paragraph?

"Yes, it would be a breath."

The servant old Claude also smiles as if he was relieved.

This status quo that even at noon the day before yesterday, we are checking progress and issuing instructions for resolving problems. Still, I managed to get my eye on it.

I'm going to have a strange sense of accomplishment before the wedding, but, actually, there's still a problem.

"So, what's going on with the example?

"So far, the report has not gone up. But to a blonde boy and a girl like his sister, I didn't know to look for a tough guy..."

"If only we had sightings, that would have been good..."

It would be nice if it were a concern.

But I couldn't help but think that the god of knowledge, Zeras, or that goddess of death and sorcery, Truss-Sink, wouldn't let the minute gods descend.

For this reason, I was trying to gather even trivial information by communicating the appearance characteristics, but it didn't work. Also this time, is there a perception inhibition?

Do I have to go find this myself?

Aside from my free time off, I can barely even talk to my parents who came all the way here. Of course, hanging out with your dog is kept to a minimum.

Still, I can't leave you alone. I'm too anxious.

"It's malicious..."

Looking up to heaven, Yut groaned.

When it comes to the world's most famous sage, it's the great sage Vainamarinen.

Knowing that reality, Yut would say what a wise man is, but the greed of knowledge, which can be described as greed for its amount of knowledge, deserves to be called the Great Sage.

But the most famous also indicates that there are other humans besides him who are called wise men.

The exotic sage Forser, who is now about to tour all parts of Falve, is one of them.

The Principality of Frimir is present east of the Rotosilt kingdom - just across the Verga Empire. Hiding in an unnamed countryside, he was visiting this falve alone saying it was his last chance to be over 80.

"It's a long thought not to build a castle wall..."

Poking the wand with one hand, the other hand raising an exclamation as he handles a white beard that is all the way to his chest.

Still, I just got into the city after a long queue. But in that first step I looked at specificity unlike any other.

More and more other humans overtake such an old sage.

"But that's noticeable but only superficial. Isn't that right?

When, no, how long have you been there?

A blonde boy, who even made him feel elegant, looked up at the old sage with an innocent, entertaining smile on his face.

"Right. Residents don't feel uneasy, even if they don't have to stop by the walls. What makes it possible is an absolute sense of security for the lords."

"You're just making me do that because I have a proven track record, right?

While nodding yes, Sage Forser wonders who the hell this child is. But it's also for a moment. I keep arguing with pleasure.

"I don't know. It's a political success. In addition, this bizarre and convenient means of transport to the outside: this carriage railway. It breeds a sense of liberation in this city without walls."

And developing enthusiasm.

This young city is progressive and yet comfortable.

"No matter how many times I've been here, I wish there were as many clean cities as this one."

"That must be hard."

"Why?

"Because I don't have any money."

Forcer enjoys a conversation with the child beside him as he moves loosely. By moving your mouth and activating your brain, words come out that you didn't even expect.

I don't even care who the blonde boy is anymore.

"I've heard rumors that magic devices (magic items) are being used to purify sewage. Even the way it has been handled so far has not caused much trouble for the exchangers. I don't think you'll find the need to put money on it and build it up to the sewage."

"But you'll be less sick, and you'll be comfortable, won't you?

"It's not a cost-effective one. It's sad."

"Too bad."

Limited assets and resources.

Not everyone can make the ideal city.

"By the way, what do you think of that island?

"I don't know how to interpret it."

Forser laughs bitterly and takes a look at the earthly islands that look far away.

"I know why I had to, and what subdivine spells (Immortality Spells) I realized..."

"But don't you see the spirit to execute it?

"Exactly. There it is."

We have to accept pilgrims.

When that happens, it's exquisite to open a corner outside the city. Tents, food and water are things to prepare themselves. If you're worried about a drop in security, you can do anything in quarantine.

But the Marquis of Istas did not.

I can certainly say that I am isolated, but I have prepared the tent and food, and I am even concerned about the sanitary environment.

Impossible.

Different idea.

That's true of the carriage railroad, as well as the street lights that light up the perimeter at night.

There is the castle fortress of the Hellenonian God. There is a Theatre of Riya God. It's disrespectful, but it's the last thing.

peculiar ideas and the spells and financial power to make it happen. That's the pinnacle of this city. It's the true face of the City of Miracles.

"Yeah. Absolutely right!

The boy beside praises the sage Forser for his tabletop. That's exactly what I want.

"Ho ho. I don't want to live long..."

Where the debate had come to a paragraph, I was concerned about the boy beside me again.

He has a sense of vision.

Not that I've actually seen it. It's the first time I've seen you or exchanged words. That's for sure.

But......

As the old sage tried to dig up his memory, a boy in clothes unfamiliar with the white robe ran in breathlessly.

"Finally, I found it."

"Too bad. That's it"

Are you two brothers? I don't seem to feel as much remnant of my heart as I would say so, making me smile like a child who has been found mischievous.

"I need you to give me a break when I'm busy."

"If so, did you also have the choice to leave it alone?

"Really, give me a break..."

He said with his eyes, not his mouth, that there was no way he could do that, and Yut took the divine part of the Knowledge God politely, but without saying whether or not he had.

Sage Forser, it's been a while, but it's been fun.

"Ah, you are. No, you..."

At last, the perception as if it had been Kasumi is clear and one answer is reached.

But before putting it in his mouth, the blonde boy puts his index finger in front of his mouth and smiles.

The old sage stood on the spot and could only drop off the god of knowledge he loved.