Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"If I was going to go to a dangerous place, I would have liked Meir to tell me too..."

Meir swells her cheeks a little.

"Oh, I'm sorry... well, it wasn't even a very dangerous place as a result"

If I told Meir, he would have squeezed out the waste when he followed me again, so he didn't say anything to Meir when he went to Rings.

As far as I'm concerned, I didn't want to take Meir to a dangerous place.

"I'm not being obstinate... but I know that Mere is, after all, a handful of feet, and I know how Abel feels..."

Mere drips.

The hand was disappointed and the bow was gripped forcefully.

"Ya, you're still a little obstinate, aren't you?

"... that's not true"

I know Meir is investing in bow training and autoem sculpting.

This is especially true since we have had time to come to Phage territory.

Eurice, I was teaching my opponent the sword, but I also know he's not doing well at all.

I'm sure Meir wants something to be able to do.

Marias, it had already been a day since we succeeded in capturing Rings.

The inhabitants who had been taken hostage have also been freed.

They had a lot to ask, but Lingus was relieved and didn't get along with anything he said, and Marius was a toddler, and she couldn't have a conversation.

It seems to be caused by excessive stress.

It is my idea that there was a technique in place in the Reeveras country that caused mental breakdown by overloading the body and mind so that those captured by the enemy would not crack their mouths.

That's all I can think of to see the planning to the ever gloomy and humid and the forbidden abuse of witchcraft.

Reeveras country, is a brutal and terrible enemy.

As the same magician, I can only remember disgust at this inhumane way of doing things.

The strangest thing is that there are no traces of the surgical formula of the psychiatric interfering system...

With regard to the treatment of these two pairs, it was decided to contact the Wang Du and escort them in order to spare them in Phage territory.

It is an issue that could develop into a dispute between the kingdoms of Dinlat and Lievalas if it were bad.

I can't do anything unsolicited over here. You should turn to the great man for judgment.

I took Meir to a blacksmith in Phage territory.

In addition to her husband, the blacksmith has the appearance of Linoa.

Linoa comes from a people called the Noir tribe, who are powerful and possess the processing skills of ore that have been handed down between ethnic groups.

They usually use that knowledge and technique for alchemy, but they asked Linoa to make magic implements for all of my life.

"How's the progress?

When I spoke, Linoa frowned slightly, while maintaining her faceless expression.

"Hmm... I actually tried to make it as per the blueprints. Some issues have gone up, so how do we deal with this area... Also, I've been trying to make sure, so I'm gathering it over here."

That's what Linoa said and went into the back of the blacksmith and came back with a bunch of paper.

I'm going to go back to giving directions, checking every single one of them.

"This part... then I guess I don't have to be so precise here. This one... Uh-huh... I don't really have the stepped in knowledge of demon ore processing, so I was hoping to leave it to Mr. Linoa about the fine way to do it..."

"Wa Ri. Captain, just in case you seemed to care about the details..."

"Oh, I figured I'd just avoid the heat demon polishing method... and then I'll reconsider the permissible error in this part over here again, so now please do it from someone else"

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Linoa frowned again, but pretended not to notice.

Even I have contributed quite a bit to territorial improvement, and this much of my life is forgiven... right?

For this reason, the one I am entrusting production to Linoa right now is the sword.

I'm not a good weapon with a bow at the head, but this time I was attacked by a spiritual beast, and I thought I should have a means of self-defense that I could defend myself against without chanting.

I plan to have Rapidestatoa, the demon of the demonic statue of the other day, possessed and settled in a metal mass made of ore from important parts picked up from the ruins of Zeshm, used as material.

I'm good at alchemy, but it's not an area where I can get my hands on when it comes to machining that requires strength.

There is also the hand of having the autoem substitute, but it is difficult to reproduce the craftsmanship accuracy in the autoem.

With so many branches of the world tree, it seems like we could carve those oatems... but if we think about repeating triand errors, it doesn't matter how much money we have.

If I can afford it someday, I want to go felling the world tree.

"Then please! I know Linoa is busy with Linoa, but there's no one else I can count on..."

Neither did the blacksmith's master want to deal with such demon metal, and he refused even if he asked for it.

Linoa, who is also deputy head of the Alchemy Division in that regard, also has knowledge of those aspects.

Exactly the right material.

"... even if it's expected... um, I'll give it my all... if it comes out again that I care..."

"So should I stay over here myself until it's done?

"Stop the captain's hand and the improvement of the territory will be blunt, and I don't like it because I'm about to lose my temper after being spoken out by a mountain."

Dostraight said no.

When I tried to leave the blacksmith thinking it was nothing more, I swallowed your sagging and spit like Meir had decided to be ready and stuffed it to Linoa.

"Hey, what...?

"Tell Meir, what is your blacksmith technique! Absolutely, thank you!

"Ugh, um... this is not what you get in a day or two... and, uh, I don't like teaching..."

... said no with great ease.

Meir lowers her shoulders disappointingly.

After confirming his progress, he left the blacksmith and headed to Lark.

We have a lot to discuss in the future.

I can't wait to see how far you'll allow me to go about biomagic either.

I would also like to ask for financial assistance because it would also cost a tremendous amount to make a magic mobile phone (Magiphone).

Naturally, there are still many parts of the territorial issue that need to be discussed.

I went all the way to the front of the room, and Meir listens to the door perfectly.

"... what are you doing?

"No, he's not half depressed, so just to make sure..."

When I brought Marias and Lingus back yesterday to explain the situation, Lark blued his face and lost his mind.

Linoa said Lark was even thinking about sourcing a wedding ring to send to Marias once the territory had stabilized and the deal with the other territories was fully revived.

Too pathetic for me, I have nothing but sympathy anymore.

I was anxious to turn a bad impression on me with eight hits... but for now, that doesn't seem to be the case.

"... I was convinced that that guy continued to be unhappy because Marias had set him up, but you kicked Lark's tibia to the end and left."

It wasn't just Icarus who was spreading the lord's bad reviews, but Marias should have chewed them too.

He must have manipulated and attacked Lark in the back to contact him.

Ironically, I wouldn't have done the last blow for you, but it would have been the most powerful as a result.

Meir blushed slightly, releasing her ears through the door.

"Hmm? What's up?

"... it seemed like a good vibe, so why don't you come back a little later?

When I heard the words, I generally guessed.

Probably Eurice. She used to run errands and head to the office.

For a long time Marias only cared about Lark on the top side and always seemed to think of something else, but Eurice had a bare gesture of worrying about Lark every time something happened.

I nodded and decided to go back to my room to work out another territorial improvement proposal.

Hopefully this will get Lark out of the Marias shock for a bit.