Magi Craft Meister

Meanwhile, the town of Ismal, southwest of the Shauro Empire.

The date is November 24th. It is the morning of the day Jen developed the Jet Thruster.

"Oh, is that Mr. John's horse!

Oliver, a merchant, and John Diney, a hired magic engineer (Magi Engineer), were about to leave.

Ten days after they signed the contract, John was making this golem horse.

Of course, it was Jen who made it, and he's adding a program so that old you can lose your performance. If I had to, I would be able to perform exactly as I should.

"It's convenient because you can put your stuff in here."

John trying to open the storage space in the torso area. Oliver is an admirer.

"Well, John is an excellent magic engineer! It's good to know you."

"No, I'm still immature."

With such a conversation, Oliver loaded his luggage onto the horse.

It seems that only two people on this trip are Oliver and John. He doesn't really want to take others.

Instead, Oliver has two horses, one for himself and the other for luggage.

Even when it comes to luggage, most of it is for commercial use. It's barter, John guessed. Because if the other people are interracial, it's only natural that they can't trade in a currency common to small groups of countries.

The rest is four days' worth of food and water. However, the water seems to be replenishable along the way, and all I had was one day's worth of water. Nevertheless, John, an automatic doll (Automata), does not need food or water.

The product has a little salt and demonic crystal (Magi Crystal). Some small demon guide lamps. And the wheat is about fifty kilos. It would be like that because it is an individual deal.

"Now let's go"

The two men, wearing a deep hat at sunset, set off. The time is 8: 00 a.m. Walk around the southern edge of the Harihari desert.

No one's paying attention to whether it's unusual. John wondered if these journeys were not unusual in this town.

(But it doesn't look like you're pretending to look at dealings with different ethnic groups...)

John decided to stop speculating in a state of lack of information.

The Harihari desert, near Ismal, is its southern tip. Further south, the mountains are slightly higher. Between the desert and the mountains is flat ground. The flat part, two horses and one golem horse proceeded.

"There's a lot of rocks around here."

Seeing the desolate earth spreading on his right hand, John told him to whine.

When it comes to deserts, we tend to imagine sandy wilderness, but in fact there are many rocky deserts. One side of the sand is called the sand desert, and the central part of the Harihari desert is it.

Here at the southern end, rocks and debris, not sand, stood out.

This area, closer to the northern regression line, was closer to the sea than the central part of the desert, and for that reason there was also precipitation.

But it is not enough to thrive plants, and what is visible around are plants and succulent plants that resemble cactus.

"We're already crossing the border around here."

Oliver said.

John made his decision, saying that he probably defined the ridge area of the mountains to the south as the border line, especially since he could not see anything to indicate the border.

Before it was 4: 00 in the evening, I could see something like a lounge built with rocks piled up.

"That's the inn tonight."

Oliver, who is leading the way, told him as he looked back.

That was a firmer build than I thought when I stopped by. Instead of simply piling up rocks, he flaunted his skilled moves to adjust their size and take gravity into account.

"Pretty good, isn't it?

Oliver said as he connected the horse. And say something that surprises me even more.

"It seems this has been around for a long time."

John checks the stone pile. Indeed, even from the weathering of the surface, it seems that it has been more than 500 years, possibly nearly a thousand years.

The horse is also large enough to be put inside.

"There was water in the back here. Just a little."

John was also surprised by the words. If you look at the terrain around you, it's not where the water springs up. John moves closer to the water field, wondering if it is an artificially dug well.

"This is..."

I sneaked up on Oliver's water field where he was feeding the horses water, and it was the undisputed 'tap'.

Of course, moss grows and garbage clogs make the flow worse, but it is undoubtedly an artificial water supply.

(Is that a water supply a thousand years ago......)

John Diney, or Old You, made the hypothesis that a different nation once made it to invade the east.

The route that John and the others have now taken is relatively easier to navigate than breaking through the desert. Well, if the water supply goes through......

"Come on, Mr. John, let's eat"

That's when Oliver called me. John stopped thinking and decided to play the role. In other words, eat a meal and pretend to be human.

The next day was the early morning departure.

"We're going to reach our destination in the evening."

John gets excited about Oliver's words with Of course, to Jen, my husband, because I think I can make a fruitful report.

The surrounding scenery has changed slightly. The harsh desert has gone away and grown slightly greener.

Nevertheless, as a whole, there are still many wastelands. So to speak, it's changed from a desert climate to a step climate, let's just say.

"It's going to be a green meadow in spring and summer."

Even if I hear Oliver explain, I can see that this is close to the step climate.

The horse literally ate the road grass at the break, and John and Oliver drank the water they brought with them.

And as Oliver said, when the short late autumn days began to lean, we saw a small settlement.

"That's the destination."

When I saw it, there were several houses made of stone and clay, and some of them looked at Oliver and waved.

But no matter what they think, they only look the same race as Oliver, and they don't think they're interracial.

You felt that gaze,

"This place is called the 'Cali' settlement, and it's not inhabited by any other ethnic group."

Oliver explains.

"It's a settlement built by people from small groups of countries who were in claw bullets and descendants of fugitives."

It's not interracial, so making a deal is not a sin, he says. I guess so when it comes to escape routes.

"Oliver!"

If you look at the voice you call, you're a young woman. The colour black appearance, the old man piloting John, found that the colour of his skin was the same as that of his squire race who was in the demonic realm, not burned and black in the day.

Perhaps around her grandparents are interracial.

"Hey, Maya."

The woman Oliver called Maya, in her early twenties, had burnt brown hair on slightly pale black skin, bright brown eyes. It's medium meat and tall, and the style is good.

I brought in a magic engineer.

"As promised. That would help."

Slightly admirable words. I wonder if this is also a hallmark of an interracial race, and John's ear goes through, and Old Man gathers information.

"Nice to meet you, John Diney."

Maya, nice to meet you.

"Yeah, nice to meet you"

When he finishes his greeting, Oliver asks Maya a question.

"Maya, just now, do you have anything to ask him?

"Yeah, I do. In addition to the usual... Tenkun Han, I told you, there are a few things that were out of his control."

John = Old you sounded familiar with the name Tenkun Han.

(Indeed, your husband (My Road) is en route to the Empire of Shouro...)

It is the name of a magic engineer (Magi Engineer) who made an unknown avant-garde figurine that he saw in the town of Hattata.

"Uh, do you have something to fix?

John asked Maya lovingly.

"I've got everything I want you to fix, so if you can fix as much as you can, yeah."

Maya leads John to one of the cabins.

"What's inside is broken or broken tools or something. Can you fix anything you can fix and put it in line over here?

"Okay."

"Oh, sure. It's all over tomorrow. Yeah."

"Yes."

It is interesting to know what kind of work is available, even from tomorrow. Because these tools are barometers of culture.

(Hmmm, in a bottom loose pan, a handled frying pan, and a hollow yakan?)

I guess' the usual 'around here. I thought there was no job title as a caster, but I guess the hole is too big to fix it normally.

Other fine daily items were placed.

(The rest is in the back, right?... is that!?

No matter how you look at it, there were only two things that could be seen on the bike, placed in the back of the cabin.