Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

The next day, the fatigue I walked around for the Warcraft's intermission couldn't heal. I blabbed Lark's Hall.

Meir also went out to help process the Warcraft, so she was totally free.

Eurice came to the hall in the morning to report to Lark and stood up.

At that time, the topic moved on to the work of processing warcraft, and when I leaked, 'If I could dismantle warcraft myself or something, it would be easier when I was out hunting,' I said, 'You'll remember Meir!' He said, 'and followed me straight to Eurice.

That kid, I feel like he's getting more and more instrumental poor.

I thought I would work out a plan for the future until I could get back in shape, and decided to discuss it with Lark in order to list the issues that had to be resolved anyway.

Walk down the hallway looking at the painting hanging on the wall and move to the front of the office, knocking on the door.

"Is that Marias? You can come in."

The sound of moving the feather pen, which was heard from behind the door, stopped and Lark's voice was heard.

I seem to have mistaken you for a servant.

Lark seemed strangely close to Marias, and you'd better get confirmation before you open it.

Some servants won't want to show it to their guests even if they show it to them.

"It's me, Abel."

I hear Lark rushing down the chair, followed by footsteps approaching.

Lark opens the door from the back.

"Oh, it was you! Here you go."

"Yes, no, you don't have to be so concerned..."

I'd rather have some more majesty.

"I would like to ask you again about the current problems in Phage territory. I knew this was where I was going to live."

"So is that, just give me a minute. Uh, refrain from filing forms from the Alchemy Division and regular reports..."

Lark fishes the file shelves and lines the files up on several shelves.

"No, I just need to be oral easily..."

Lark listens to me and returns the file to its original position.

As I looked around the room because I was free during that time, I noticed that at the foot of my desk, something like a small white statue, the size of my parents earlier, fell.

I pick it up close.

It's a statue wearing a crown and sitting on the throne.

"If you didn't think you'd find it, would you have fallen to that? Thanks for finding me. That's a pawn used to play with a lillus board. We move each other one by one and do something like a pawn mock war."

Lark, who's finished clearing the files, is approaching me.

Lils board...... like chess?

I didn't know it was in this world.

"It seems Marias' father, who was a pedestrian, happened to get it. If I spread this, I guess I'll confuse some of the people's grievances too... I can't believe it's going to work."

"Is it a cost?

"There's that, but the rules are pretty complicated too. It's about me and Marias who have a complete grasp of the rules in this phage territory. Pawns can be simplified, but so can the rules."

A chess format that just carved the title name on the tree would be easy to make.

If the rules are that complicated on the lils board too, then make it a simple chess thing to do......

No, but then there's something simpler and more likely to be accepted by the masses, even if you don't have to restrain yourself to the lil 's board.

"Then how about a trust card?

"A trust card?

"Yeah, it was fashionable in my own hometown. Multiple people can enjoy it soothingly, so I think this is the right place to distract your grievances. And it's paper, so it's cheap and mass-produced."

Hometown, or the late world.

"Oh, that's good! Let me see it for once, if you like!

"It's in the room, so I'll bring it"

I wanted to know a list of every problem I saw from Lark, but you've derailed the story...

Well, you can ask later.

As I tried to touch the door, a knock rang.

I walked away from the door and looked to see Lark's response.

"Back, Marias..."

"I'm afraid I'm not that little girl, my lord."

A low man's voice blocked the words and the door was opened without waiting for the next Lark's response.

It was an old man who came in.

Black neat moustache, jawbeard.

A staring eye on a deeply carved wrinkle.

"... Lord Icarus"

Say it like Lark bit down a bitter bug.

... I knew this was Icarus.

"The raw white there is the magician in the example?

Icarus said as he stared at me and kept his face close the whole time.

Your breath stinks. It smells like aging.

Unexpectedly, I took half a step back.

"Even though I'm young, I hear you have great magic arms. You think you defeated Nargarn and also contributed in the other day's Warcraft Interruption operation? No, fine, fine."

Stretch out the wrinkles on your face and laugh, slapping your hands deliberately.

"Ha, ha... Oh, thank you..."

Then I glanced at the lord and sighed in a frightening mood.

Make your face hard and yell out loud.

"In exchange for that, there's no such thing as a private army! You can't crusade Nargarn by mobilizing them all, the end of escaping crying and crying! It doesn't even help Locke to break the Warcraft. Instead, he sips the people's blood taxes and lives in peace. He's setting up support to go back to the original city because the blockade has been lifted! Even among the inhabitants, it is rumored! Fire powder is flying to us as we serve the Lord! It's time for you to do something about those useless people!

Hey, what's this Osama?

"Or they are always doing their best and fighting for me! Even Lord Icarus can't see insulting things! Besides, in Nargarn's crusade, the main force of the sorcery unit has been reported to have stayed down and not moved to the end! How dare you say such things from Lord Icarus's mouth!

That's right. Lark came with a cock, too, and his face is a little red.

Icarus exhales loudly and shakes his neck slowly.

"No, no, no, no. You don't know anything, Lord. A proximity unit made up of private soldiers was not genuinely drawn to Nargarn's attention in the first place, so even this one could not give orders to his men to move. If we had moved it poorly, the number of injured would have jumped. I'm not going to pinch the mouth of the Lord's Palace, an amateur in battle. Wouldn't it?

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"I'm asking, my lord. I don't know if you keep quiet. If you're dissatisfied, may I ask?

"... Enough, enough. I said something extra."

When Lark pulls back, he raises the nimali and mouth angle.

I guess it's Icarus' hand to sprinkle it on smoke with reason and hide inconvenience stories.

"Oh, if only the melee troops had moved a little tighter, they would have been finished enough with our magic! At the end of the sentence, I didn't know you'd let a boy like this wipe your ass! If the proximity unit is not incompetent! They say it's a bunch of UAE people with crushing assumptions, such as the adventurers!

Icarus screams in play-hung condition.

I'm just frustrated to hear it.

I don't think I'm just here to say bad things, but if so, what's the point, after all?

Or are you spreading bad words about Lark and the Private Guard in the realm, almost certainly this guy?

"... because I'm busy too, will you get down to business? What brings you here today, Lord Icarus?"

"No, no, no, no. I was hoping to get Nargarn's neck all flushed down to the Alchemy Division."

... flush all of Nargarn's neck into the Alchemy Division?

That was originally given to my lord.

What are you talking about? This guy.

You notice my gaze, Icarus laughs at you hiding his mouth.

"I have already heard of your transfer from Lord Abel to the Lord. How dare you armor Nargarn's scales into useless private soldiers! I can say that because I don't know the value of Nargarn scales! I could use it more effectively and help rebuild this territory!

This, this guy, you were just saying bad things about the Private Corps, is that a fabric stone to recover Nargarn on account of the fall of the Private Corps?

If it's bad character and the thickness of the skin on the surface, then Norman (Noswell's father) would be over it too.

"... if we're going to keep Nargarn as a shield for those former adventurers, aren't we going to get slandered again by the inhabitants who found out about this matter that the Lordship is incompetent? Why don't you just hand it over to me?

"Yes, no, you know, it was the lord I gave you, not you. I also gave it to you because I heard it was under-resourced, so if the use changes, let me rethink it."

I raise my hand and break into conversation.

Lark doesn't look like a very mind-blowing type, and he could be pushed out if he stays like this.

"... Lord Abel is rumored to have been a beauty talk even in the realm that he was given over worthy Nargarn scales for this territory free of charge. No, a splendid thing! But if you dismissed it with a glare at greed, the rating would be the opposite of true..."

... Are you going to color it properly and spread bad reviews?

If you think about living in the territory here and now, I'd avoid it if I could... but when they take all that with them for the price, it's just a shame.

Most importantly, I get angry when I think it flows into this guy's hands.

Lark was groaning as he scratched his hair, but told him to squeeze it out.

"Yes, a week... No, three days, give me time..."

Icarus laughs like a ha-ha fool.

"Lord, I expect a good reply. Bye."

That's what I said, I turned my heel back and left the office.

There has been a lot of silence since Icarus left.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

It was Lark's apology that broke the silence.

"... you decide what you want to do. There is no big difference now in trying to increase the number of factors that make me shrug from the people, nor is there a people stupid enough to pack you, the hero who defeated Nargarn, for boring reasons...... it should be. Besides, I'll do everything I can to protect you."

No foolish inhabitants either...... hey.

But there are people who climb walls and throw muddy or sperm eggs.

"Are you popular enough to like it that much, alle"

"I regret it, but I do. Alchemists are the light of hope in this phage territory with all sorts of problems. Icarus, at the top of the list, enjoys more overwhelming support from the people than I do."

Speaking of which, Rings, the missionary of the Water God, also said.

'If you don't hope, you just have to grasp fiction. Even if it slips through your hands like water'

In a way, the Alchemy Division may be like a religion to the residents.

If you believe that one day you will save your territory, you will not have to mourn now.

"But if your mouth isn't the only one with results, you should also be able to direct your grievances... Ah"

I noticed it after I said it.

"... right. Icarus is off the spear of dissatisfaction and pointing it all at me and the private army"

... Yikes, you're always sad.

"Well, but I saw a goal. I've come up with a way to avoid getting extra rumors and not having to give Nargarn away."

"Nah! Ho, is that true!?

"Drop Icarus within three days before the Promised Day arrives"

If you take away Icarus' support, you won't even be able to negotiate obsessively with this one.

"Mi, I need Icarus in three days... can you do that?

I understand the foundation on which Icarus is supported.

I'm just grappling with the territorial problems and adding them to the anxiety of the people.

Then if all the problems of the territory are solved, then only the result will remain: the incompetent alchemist, who has done nothing if he later tries to finish.

Within three days, Keri will be applied to every massive problem in Phage territory.

That way Icarus, the biggest troublemaker, will automatically be the payment box, and my peace in this territory is like guaranteed.