Magi Craft Meister

The town of Ismal is close to the Harihari desert.

It is surrounded by stone walls about five metres high to prevent the damage of the 'sandworm' that inhabits the desert.

Around the town, of course, is not a desert, but a fence because there is no harm from the ground.

By the way, this was a town that Reiko had visited in search of Jen, who had been missing in a rampage at the Transition Gate (Warp Gate).

"Hmm, is this the Hard Desert"

A horizontal hole penetrated by a black rock mass protruding about thirty meters from the sand. There was a transfer gate (warp gate) cleverly hidden there.

Out of there, Lao Zi and Ann looked around uncommonly.

It continues as far as the reddish sandy plains can see. Others with rocks protruding everywhere are desolate landscapes where no plants can even be seen.

The air is also terribly dry, but the old son couldn't feel it that far.

"Sure, that's the third time you've been out when you've been searching all over the place."

Anne said she was bumpy when she confirmed that there was no deterioration at the installed transfer gate (warp gate).

"You did. … these are the transfer gates (warp gates), but you might want to put someone in charge of protecting them."

It is cleverly concealed, has security so that only Jen and Jen's subordination can be used, and is further guarded by a "hikiko", which serves as a mid-point, but it is also likely that it will be necessary to guard the main transfer gate (warp gate).

"Is it appropriate around the mini craftsman?"

At the same time, Lao Zi, who thought that if he was about to be taken away, he could destroy it, decided that a small golem that was difficult to find would be appropriate.

He is an old son who decided to give Jen a suggestion in the near future.

As for the guardian of the Metastatic Gate (Warp Gate), I left it to you and Jen, and Laoko decided to devote himself to his role.

By the way, because of its enormous processing power, "Lao Jun" can divide it into several parallel processes.

One of its divided functions is "Lao Zi". "Old Son" is "Old Son" but "Old Son" is not "Old Son".

"Old Son" is only a small part of "Old Son" and "Old Son" can view and intervene in the behavior, knowledge and experience of "Old Son" at any time.

To put it this way, 'Lao Zi' may be said to be another personality of the temporarily separated 'Lao Jun'.

"Well, the fifth row (Quinta) should be picking you up."

"Lao Zi, over there"

One of the fifth rows (quinta), legulus 42, was waving in the direction Ann pointed. Brown hair, brown eyes, medium meat back. It was a common appearance.

"Welcome, old boy"

"Thank you for welcoming me. What do you call yourself?

"Yes, please call me 'Glal'"

"I get it, Gral. How's it going?

I have received regular reports, but I haven't reported for the past day, so I want that amount of information, old boy.

"Yes, I'll explain as I walk"

So Laoko, Ann, and three of the Leggles42 'Glals' started walking towards the town of Ismal.

It is the town of Ismal after walking for about thirty minutes. At noon from the fold, the gates of the patrolled stone walls were open, and people were in and out.

"It doesn't smell particularly bad."

"Yes, but I've only got a few clues from different ethnic groups"

"You were in yesterday's report. Let me know more."

So Lao Zi decided to listen in front of the town.

After a short distance from the stone walls and making sure there were no people around him, Grahl started talking.

"For a long time, informally but interact with different peoples… no, there is a verse where 'trade' took place"

"I see."

It's not an impossible story. There are many merchants with the idea that countries versus countries versus individuals versus individuals, and if people with such ideas meet each other, they may make deals.

"And the other people seem to be progressing more than they thought."

"Hmm."

"They seem to be making things that I've never even seen in Penglai"

"What?

"It was called 'Kazubu'"

That is information that Jen might also be interested in. If that 'rash' was that 'bonito', it was motivated enough to have an old child and let him decide to make contact with different peoples.

And the old children, who had moved into the inner part of the stone walls, into the city of Ishmael, had taken a room in the inn.

400 torres per person per night by meal. It is the standard lodging as this town. His name is "Little Bird Pavilion in the Desert".

You're going to hear a little bird in the desert, but around here, they call it a little bird in a sharp fashion, a small demon similar to a scorpion named Scorpion that inhabits the desert.

This is because they intimidate you with a strong voice.

"Well, what are we going to do,"

In the inn room, Laoko redistributed towards Ann and Grahl.

"You need to make contact with different ethnic groups first."

Whether you get bonito, make sure the invasion is true or false, we will not talk about not coming into contact with different peoples.

"It won't be easy."

Glal speaks.

"I mean to say that interracial people are very cautious. You'll need to start by getting to know merchants who do business with different ethnic groups."

"Do you have any idea?

"Yes, two people, this is a merchant with a star on it, one is' Oliver '. I'm still young, but I'm quite a doer. The other is Ludman, a middle-aged businessman."

Regulus 42, it appears that Grahl was quite well under investigation.

"But we were both rather cautious and decided it was dangerous to approach inadvertently."

"What do you mean, dangerous?

"Yes, we both have connections to the guards in this town, and we even hire a large number of escorts for personal expenses. We decided it wasn't a good idea to make a scene with them."

"Okay."

"And one more thing. There are probably a few people who seem to be secret detectives in the Shawulo Empire... three, as far as I can confirm, infiltrated."

"Hmm, you're probably looking into interracial. Are they grabbing something?

Lao Zi thought that if a secret detective in the Shawulo Empire was grasping useful information, he didn't need to be forced to do so.

"No, they don't seem to have grabbed it yet either. Interracial seems to be doing it fairly carefully"

Lao Zi, no, old you thought. I guess they don't do anything to get their tails grabbed because interracial people also make illegal sushi deals. and then what should we do?

"Do you want to sneak up on the trading ground..."

I also thought, then the opponent would be wary of the old son. The line is rejected because it is not intended to be picked.

"Would it still be a good idea to approach the tunnel with the merchants on this side?"

"Yes, I think you can if you're an old boy"

The way in which a merchant creates something he might want and gets along with cutting it seems to work. Several other hands were considered. It will be up to you on the spot to decide which one to use.

"Do you want to go to the tunnel..."

First of all, the young man decided to go for a peek at the 'Oliver' shop.

Lao Zi accompanied Ann through the town of Ismal all the way and remembered its geography. Then he asked Ann to gather information all over town and went to Oliver's shop alone.

Oliver's shop was outside the town of Ismal. Vibrant though out of town. Apparently, the neighborhood is emerging and there are a lot of stores going up.

There's a big sign hanging on it, and at a glance I can tell it's Oliver's shop.

Lao Zi just decided to take a peek inside.

A variety of miscellaneous items are arranged, such as those classified in the so-called "Tsubaya".

(Well, you have something interesting)

There was a line of shirts in a format that I wouldn't see in the center. The cuffs and collar are tied with strings. It would be to prevent sand intrusion, Laoko guessed.

Likewise, most of the jackets have hoods. In addition, the shoes are slightly shallow, and many are boot-shaped and deep objects.

(It's for an environment called the Harihari Desert, right?)

Lao Zi goes further around the store.

(This is food, right?... Oh, this is bonito!

Finally, the old boy saw bonito.

(Sure... Was it Dead Festival?)

Take it in your hand, it feels hard. It is a dead festival that boasts so much hardness that it is said to be 'the hardest food in the world'.

(If only I knew how to make it, I guess I could make it in Penglai too)

There were two displayed. Lao Zi holds each of them and tries to meet them.

Ka 'an, there's a clear high sound, and you can see how hard it is.

and then.

"Customers. It's not a slap."

There was a voice from behind.