Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

With each Warcraft in his hand, the Private Regiment returned.

Many of the herds of warcraft retreat to the back of the mountain.

He said he was afraid that Warcraft damage would impede future distribution recovery, but he didn't have to worry about that either.

With an escort, you'll be able to travel to other cities as long as there's nothing rare.

Troops that had been divided into three parts in front of the village assembled and assembled before entering the village.

Aligned at the entrance, Eurice declared a temporary dissolution.

The remaining tense crew sighed heavily and rejoiced at each other's safety.

"I'm really sorry from what to what"

After the dissolution, Eurice came to me first.

"Without you, the Lord's private army could have been wiped out. If that happens now, so does this territory..."

Eurice blued her face and clouded her words.

It was horrible to speak, and so on.

"Yes, they do! You're our hero! What, are you a famous magician in the city for a second?

Big man, Dante stopped by when he heard me and Eurice talking.

Strong side, but nice guy.

"Hey, it's from a rural minority..."

"If it were you, wouldn't even the Icarus bastard be able to knock you down? Huh?

Icarus...... hey.

I want to know the size of the faction of Icarus and how wrapped up it is.

It doesn't look like he's the one who can handle it by hitting him directly.

"... watch how you say it. Lord Icarus and I can't be hostile. All we can say from our point of view is that we want you to move a little more cooperatively."

Eurice stares at Dante.

"Well, yes... but you're still angry"

... I'm listening to you, because the lord is someone who can't even lift his head.

To see how Eurice is doing, there may also be humans on the Icarus side among the private army.

It's going to break my bones pretty bad to let down my authority.

Me and Meir broke up with Fusako from the Private Corps and decided to head back to the Lords' Hall.

After this, each troop leader reports to Lark and discusses the prey in hand.

After that, they said it would be a task to gather, process, and store private groups again.

This amount, he said, would also help the residents.

It's just that I was already tired (mainly by moving), so I decided to let him rest in the Lords' Hall like this.

Plus I want to see how Harmeln is doing with what I just got.

It is a rare devil.

There are a lot of things I want to look into.

If we succeed in that, we may also be able to identify the spiritual users who used Hermeln to attack the private army.

"... Abel, feet, are you okay?

"Today is the day since I was born, I feel the most walked...... I was on a break or an oatem, well, after about three days off, I think I'll be able to make a full comeback..."

The sun was terrible, too.

I thought about gathering clouds with witchcraft, but I couldn't stop the line, and that witchcraft would break the climate and become more difficult if I did it unplanned.

I don't know if it's okay because I was just having trouble with the drought, but if the magic of manipulating the weather is bad, it's said to trigger the war as well.

With the lord… after which we must hear the opinion of the high mage who has stayed in the land for more than six months.

That is the kind of national law that should have existed in the Kingdom of Dinlat.

"Oh, it seems more serious than I thought... Meir will massage you again. Hey!

"Seriously, please"

It was a different entrance than when we left, so it's our first road to pass, but we've already heard from Eurice about the journey to the Lords' Hall.

It wasn't that complicated, so you wouldn't get lost.

"Um... you're building something?

Fished by Meir's voice, I turn my face ahead of her gaze.

A short distance away, there was a building under construction.

It's bigger than any other private house.

It's tall, but it doesn't look like it's two stories.

A dozen men are in and out and working on it.

Getting closer there, I saw a young man.

A familiar blue robe, a thick scripture that is likely to replace blunt instruments.

Looks like a nice, beautiful stream of people.

It is Rings, a missionary of the Water God.

One of the men noticed him and stopped working and ran over.

"Mr. Rings! What do you say? It's getting pretty shaped, isn't it?

"Oh, wonderful...... Your faith, your passion, is just what you see."

Rings touches the wall and strokes it to mercy.

"Hehe, hehe. It's an honor to compliment Mr. Rings! I'll tell everyone."

The man seems illuminated and answers scratching his head.

"Thank you. The construction of churches in other countries has been one of my dreams since I was a young child… It was really nice to meet you…"

"No, no! I'm not thankful! It was more of us who were helped! I want more of the other guys to listen to Mr. Lingus... because we're all gathered in one piece!

"If my words are going to help you... I can't be happier. I was also anxious...... I'm so glad I came to this land. God of Water is right." Mixed and cloudy, there is one source ""

Will the Church of Leavie the Water God be built?

The national religion of the Kingdom of Dinlat, Kudr, is pagan friendly with the exception of some...... or I don't think it's a problem because I'm not interested......

"I had a few concerns, but I got rid of you too..."

"Concern? Is something wrong?

"Whoa, no, it's nothing."

Lingus smiled and then turned to me.

I saw each other.

At that moment, Rings' movements stopped and his expression froze.

"Hey, why... what's going on? I thought you were in..."

Rings kneels on the spot and holds his mouth down with his hands.

"Mr. Rings? Mr. Rings, are you all right? Hey, somebody get some water! Mr. Rings has a pale complexion!

A man rushes to issue directives to others who are working.

Did you even see something strange?

I looked back and checked my back, but nothing particularly bothered me.

"Abel, what's wrong?

"Well, no... Now anyway, I want to lie down and sleep out of the sun"

I turned my body and tried to move my stopping leg forward again.

"Shit!

I heard Rings barking and a blunt blow, and I looked back again unexpectedly.

Rings was consolidating his fist and beating the walls of the church under construction.

Wasn't it a dream from a very young age?

"Mr. Rings? Rings. Wow!

"Oh, my God, what happened to Mr. Rings!

Construction work had stopped altogether, causing a major disturbance.

Soon Rings seemed to calmly return, bowing his head around him, absurdly breathing but saying, "I'm sorry for the disturbance that I did..."

"What, a fight?

"... Didn't you see that guy, Abel, right now?

I'll check the back again, but nothing.

In retrospect, I don't even feel like I was looking at Meir, not me.

I just couldn't afford the strength to be thinking extra things, so I decided to head straight to the Lords' Hall.