Magi Craft Meister

John = The morning of December 7th came, which you too have been waiting for.

Breakfast served with rice porridge, miso soup, raw eggs, pickled vegetables, roasted dried food, and broth tea.

It is a complete Japanese food.

Like it or not, John Diney, an automatic doll (Automata), flattened them all before, and the old lady who served wanted to please me.

"Guests like our meals."

She told me that her parents were rice farmers.

I would have liked to hear more about it John, but that didn't come true because Darrow came.

"Good morning, Mr. John. I'm sorry to rush you, but are you ready?"

The time is about 8: 00 a.m. They say the 'Chiefs' are already starting to run errands.

"This way, please"

What John saw... was a rickshaw.

A resilient car husband is pulling the car. It would only be possible because the road surface is paved. John and Darrow got in the rickshaw and headed to the 'Chiefs'.

There is a 'chief' is a building called the 'Palace of Proceedings'.

There is also a 'parliament' there, as well as a de facto administration.

In ten minutes to catch a rickshaw, the two arrived at the Palace of Proceedings. He had contacted me beforehand, so the gatekeeper would let me through soon.

"Come on, go ahead"

The first was an introduction to the 'Parliament', which, after waiting about ten minutes, was passed to the conference room.

"Welcome, Lord John Diney"

There, eighteen senators lined up around the round table. They all have burnt brown hair on their pale black skin and wear clothes like Veterans.

"Nice to meet you, I'm John Diney. It's an honor to meet you."

"Well, don't get hard, hang it there. Darrow, thank you very much. I need you to wait in the lobby."

The senator in the deepest part opened his mouth. As they say, John lowered his back to an empty spot on the round table, and Darrow left.

Thirteen of the eighteen are men and five are women. Ages vary between the thirties and sixties.

They have something on the round table. Something, because it cannot be distinguished because the cloth is hung.

The deepest senator apparently equates to the chairman, and at the same time is a spokesman.

"Let's be frank. We need a brilliant... no, super brilliant magician (Magismith). It is your earnest hope that you will fall under it."

"Yes, I will try"

John bowed his head. But the chancellor shakes his head.

"No, you can't just work hard. … let's have a look at this"

When the chancellor glanced at him, one of the senators removed the cloth hanging on the round table.

"This is..."

It was the arm of the Golem.

"This is what we used, but it's broken. For example, a burn, can you fix this?

The senator who removed the cloth said with a worried face.

I'll take a look.

John tried lifting that arm.

It has a skeleton and muscles. There were no shoulder joints, but elbow joints remain.

It has a skeleton equivalent to the radius (and depression)/ulna (shiitake), and the wrist is close to the ball joint.

(Is this...? Equivalent from antiquity. But the skeleton is close to a human being... but it is definitely not the work of Magicraft Jazz, a magic engineer...)

I saw John in the face saying he had seen something impossible in front of him, and the chancellor tried to make a pitiful voice, at that time.

"I can fix it. But you can't help but fix your arms, can you? Where is the main unit?

John answered with his face up. If you say you can't do it here, that will be the end of it. You should be able to fix the fact, and its roots are inconclusive even if you're thinking about it here.

"Ho, are you sure you can fix it?

"You mean you can!

"I guess it's not a lie!

The room, which was quiet, scrambled at once. After leaving it for a while, the chancellor slammed the round table and quieted down with him.

"Lord John, is that a lie? We're getting to a point where we can't turn back, right? Just ask again. You can fix that, can't you?

"I can fix it."

Congressmen bothering again to John, whom I unequivocally affirm.

"Okay. Okay, let's get the chief to meet. The chief will ask you what to do."

The chancellor pointed to the back door.

"There's a staircase across that door. Down that staircase, it's the sheikh's room. Listen to me there. I'll keep in touch, no knocking needed."

"Okay."

I don't know how to contact you, or what I can't help but pry right now.

John stood up without hesitation, and the senators in line looked away with anticipation.

Beyond the door was quiet as a shin. John's footsteps down the stairs sound.

The door to the poke was written in kanji (...) as' Chieftain '.

John = Old you opened the door with anticipation to these mysteries, wondering if there would soon be an answer.

"Welcome, Lord Magician (Magismith) John Diney"

There's a bigger desk, and an old man sitting across it seems to be the chief. There's one other young woman who looks like a secretary.

"The chancellor told me. You saw that arm and you declared you could fix it."

"Yes."

"Right. Well, have a seat."

With his desk pinched, John lowered his hips directly across from the chief.

And John observes his opponent.

I guess it was originally scorched tea hair, but most of it was white. Is he about sixty years old? The skin colour, like others, is slightly lighter and blacker, while the colour of the eyes is still brown.

There was tension in his voice, he could only entrust the chief, and he was equipped with piercing locks.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Hiro Mutu. I've been chief in this mitzho for five years."

The chief had heard that his term of office was two years, so he wondered if that meant a third term. It means it is quite capable.

"Let me just confirm one thing from you. Would you look at this?

It was also Golem's arm that Hiro took out.

Golem's arm again, is it?

Golem repair, is there any restraint for that, John = Old Man thought?

"Exactly. Well, I want you to see that and let me hear your opinion."

John took his arm and observed. This one, like the earlier one, is quite well made.

"The material is steel, isn't it? It's modeled on the human forearm, and it seems to have a lot of freedom."

"Hmm, what else?

"Yeah,... you've got pretty bad muscles. It won't help as it is. Replacement Required"

"Can you do that?

"Yeah, as long as it's material"

"Is that true!

Sheikh Hilo leaned down with his hands on his face, whether he was impressed or not.

"Um, what the hell?

When John, wondering, asked, Hiro looked up. Its eyes are moisturized and its face is reddish.

"... it looks like we finally found him, the one we were looking for"

"Huh?"

"There's only one thing I want from you. I just need you to knock over that door."

Hiro pointing to the door further back of the office.

"After that, I want you to ask the presence over there. But I'd like to answer your question first. Can I ask you something?

John = Old you finally felt close to the core.

"Right......"

Do you ask questions of letters and words here to get answers? From time to time I see, where did the tools and magic guides that can be called au parts come from? The truth about the invasion 300 years ago.

There were a lot of things I wanted to ask you, but the first question that John = Old you chose was:

"Do you know a person named Adriana Barbora Zezi?

That was the thing.

"Adriana Barbora Tsetsi...... no, sorry. I don't know. I think I heard it somewhere, but I can't remember."

"Really..."

The prediction that the previous magician Magicraft Jazz, Adriana Barbora Tsetzi, might have done something in the past was off.

"That's enough, then. And then we might ask you when you get back."

John stood up and made a meeting.

"Right.... I hope you're safe."

Although the way he put it a little, no, was pretty hooked, John walks out for the door that Sheikh Hiro told him to.

(You said 'exist'...... aren't you human?)

John Old Man put his hand on the back door.