Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"Oh, Meir, I'll get it out. Red child ghost, with one of the wands. This is the end of the line."

"Then I'll be at 11 of the sword."

Back in the carriage, we had seven rows on the Marlen trust bills.

That said, this trust card was rebuilt by me to look like a tramp.

Unlike cards, there were no marks on the trust bills, so they add the marks of swords, canes, chalices, and currency.

These marks represent knights, magicians, priests and merchants in this world and often come out in four sets.

The four powers that lie beneath the aristocracy?

I diverted this and matched it to a trust card.

The reason I made this mark was simply because it was pervasive and easy to understand.

It doesn't mean anything more than that.

But even though I made it, I couldn't put it in public poorly because within the Marlen clan they get angry when they play with the trust bills.

Sometimes I made something similar, but my father immediately incinerated me because I had a priori.

Civy didn't look very good either about playing cards on the trust bills.

For that reason, Gisele and I used to hang out all the time in the settlement, but it's still different from what the four of us do.

Somehow it reminds me of a previous life.

Because of this, I can keep an eye out for the trust bills, but naturally I didn't do that.

"Pa, on the pass...... Hey, hey, how come only the Holy Grail is completely stopped? Is this something that happens all the time? Hey, Abel."

"... ah, and. I'm on the pass, too."

She's an area she hired as a carriage pilot.

Age is probably around twenty.

Cool and silent, but the conversation entry rate has been subtly increasing in the last two days.

I invited him to Trump, thinking maybe he wouldn't come aboard, but after a little while he announced his participation in the war.

And it came to pass that Meizen covered him with four passes, and after that the area filled steadily the row of the Holy Grail.

Meir wore one, I wore two, and the area wore three. The area sounded like three passes in the middle, shaped to take a back at me and Meir.

"Hey, wait a minute. It's the area. I could have given you the chalice, didn't I?

When Meizen asked with her voice trembling, the area was a lot off her face.

He looked a little happy.

... What do you care most about this guy?

If the blockade succeeds in seven lines, I know I would certainly be happy.

Honestly, it feels better than taking a top if they make it a clean hit.

I just want you to be a little careful with the area that doesn't seem to have many friends, because they hate playing where you throw away your victory because of harassing polar swings.

"Hey! 'Cause... here's what happened to the holding tag at this time... you see, that's crazy! That's absolutely crazy! Look, if I'd let you out here, you'd be second in line! Abel, is this rules-based? Hey, hey!

... Especially when dealing with people who hate losing like that.

The more Meisen calls, the happier the area seems to be hiding its face.

... Well, it looks like you enjoyed it more than anything.

Next, let's add a Joker replacement cloud and put in place blockade measures.

"One more time, another time! If I had that kind of hand, I'd have an idea! Abel, cut me a trust card!

As a result, I'm the only one who can shuffle the trust bills so far.

We don't all seem so clumsy, but probably because we don't have the experience of shuffling a bunch of cards.

You're used to everything.

I blind myself to the entrance to the ruins of Zeshum.

Did they all give up, there were totally fewer adventurers.

I don't even see Gaston anymore who was calling out so well.

What about the three remaining adventurer carriages, except for their own?

"... it's time to go home. You can't do this anymore."

"One more time! You just have to do it one more time!

"No, it's been half a day... While you're home, okay?"

"That would take the area off! Besides, it's already before dinner, or we won't be able to move soon anyway, so why don't we just rest here today and go home slowly tomorrow!

"But that would extend the days by a day. That's all the travel expenses..."

"I'll take care of it!

How much do you want to win......

"Oh, someone's coming out of the ruins."

Listening to Meir, I turn my gaze to the ruins.

From the ruins, a tall old man was about to come out.

After that, a few humans pop up looking like investigative crew members.

"Oh, wait, Lord Everhide!

Then comes the little fat man.

"You can't talk about it! I heard you're the scholar most familiar with junctional magic in Romane, and you just pull your legs off and make me laugh! This is why I hate Knox! Think of your faults as scratching the Lord's name, Wegener! The price of this wasting my legs on me is high!

"Here, this Wegener, with his footsteps...!?

Tall, arrogant old man...... apparently his name is Evelhide.

High ears and thin skin pigments. And, you know, a unique, tough face.

Definitely, Evelhide is an elf.

Elves have a long life span.

And yet that old thing should be over 400 years old by now.

"So, would you like me to withdraw it! That you despised this Wegener, Romane's most prestigious scholar! Sure, this time, I haven't been able to get results yet! The prepared hypothesis is off too! But you can see from that ruin maneuver that this is the result of no choice! You and I are not amateurs, so that is an advanced technique..."

"Don't you dare measure me! Stupid pictures like yours don't do anything! This time, it's impossible. I was the fool who had a little anticipation for the Knox intellectuals. It's a short-lived people who can't live for a hundred years. Again, I advise my lord to start where I gather the personnel. You're fired."

"Hey, dude! Yes, tell me! This Wegener has been serving Lords for a long time! What do you look great in a habit that just happens to be picked up!

"E, please calm down, Eberheid and Wegena!

Apparently, it's rubbing.

The unsealer of the ruins broke into company, and the elderly man in the elf seems to be asking for a temporary suspension of the investigation.