Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"Captain Abel...... how about this?

Jaguar, a member of the Alchemy Division, makes me look terrified of the autoem in his hand.

The other members of the crew carving the autoem also react to Jaguar's words and stop moving, turning their sights to me.

I guess I'm exploring the criteria as to how much autoem I can make would make a pass line.

I take the oatem I received from Jaguar and turn it around in my hand.

"Yeah, yeah, sounds good. Much better than before."

Exhale like a jaguar relieved.

The others are relieved to hear what I have to say, and start working again.

Truth be told, I have a lot to say... well, I can't let you do all the autoem carvings all the time.

It would be nice to have a minimum level.

"After that, the grooves are coarse and the surface is slightly uneven... you just fix the area with a poor ratio per site. Here's the rest... I don't know, you want me to carve it with my soul..."

When I said that, the surrounding members dropped the wooden carving knife from their hands.

"Well, that doesn't mean rebuilding... you know, if I'd carved this forever..."

"Don't worry, it's just all this week for now. I've been carving since I was four years old."

"Hey, give me a break..."

"Yeah... but I can't make it to my appointment unless you pace me up more... and I'm sorry to Mr. Lark if that happens..."

Improving the Alchemy Division's magic skills is the foundation of my planned territorial reform.

As long as we can clear this place, things will generally go well later, and conversely, if we get stuck here, we'll be significantly behind.

That said... it's going to take longer than I thought.

I need to get some more used to autoem sculpture to get me straight to the point.

Sometimes I'm either a sensationalist or I can't tell you the trick well.

At this stage, there's not much point in me hitting direct instruction.

"La, isn't Master Lark in such a hurry?"

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"It just came out for real, didn't it!?

"Lark also asked if it would be better if it were sooner, well it did..."

"That's what I'll answer when I ask!

... I feel that there is a big difference in the direction of consciousness.

Even when I thought I was coaching Cibi, I was in a state where I was fishing with Gisele and forced to pack my skills, and I didn't end up with much of a magical arm.

Am I not suitable for instruction?

Giselle was doing well because she only drew on my intentions for what I taught her to sustain and build up her workouts.

"With that said, what about Lieutenant Linoa? I don't see him, though?

"I haven't seen it at all either..."

"Were you also seriously injured during the Spirit Beast disturbance?

If Jaguar says, the rest of the team leans their necks.

"... uh, of my alchemized demon metal, I'm having it processed. When I was watching the production process, the improvement came out worn out, and then I thought if you didn't want me to rebuild it, it would take me another while... Oh but! I'm in a hurry, so I thought I'd be able to show my face..."

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The whole crew saw me face to face.

"If you think calmly, this guy privatizes the Alchemy Division more than Icarus, right? 'But he had a hard eye to say.

"Well... be it, I can't help it in a hurry... we all seem tired, so let's take a break! Huh?

When I said that, the crew put the wooden carving knife on the spot and started falling flabby.

"Duh, what's going on?

"I don't have concentration... I have a weird headache..."

One of the members said as he remained on his back and shook his head small.

"Concentration is one of the key ingredients in the exercise of witchcraft, so it's a weakness that means you won't have it any time soon."

"Immediately...? I haven't seen you in half a day since early morning...?

"But it's hard right now, which is proof that it's stretching, so if that state continues..."

"This state of affairs continues...?

... Maybe we should review the plan a little bit.

"Captain... Me too, can I go home today? Maybe this... is the limit..."

Another member opens his mouth again.

"Uh... anyway, I'm going to take a longer break now, so I guess I'll be glad you think about it then..."

"Abel, Abelu! Mr. Lark says he's going to start organizing the artwork he mentioned before! Let's take a peek!

Meir ran over from Lark's mansion and called me out loud.

It was about selling off some of the art that Lark's predecessors had collected in their hobbies and hitting on reconstruction, as the deal between Phage and other territories was being revived.

I was actually supposed to do it a few days ago, but I guess I was delayed because of the disturbance caused by Marias, which was no longer there, and got into it today.

I wasn't very interested, but Meir said she wanted to see it, so she promised to escort me.

"Ah... so that's why... I'm just going to take a look..."

In the midst of the disturbing air, I decided to leave once and for all.

"But it would be helpful if someone who has the spare time could carve it on their own while I'm gone..."

"Um... maybe we should break it up today, Meir thinks."

When I saw the members of the crew who were in a state of corpse, Meir turned small and zero.

"... I knew it? Then dissolve today and have them rest in preparation for tomorrow, and then review them on their own..."

When I said it, the fallen crew woke up.

"Yay, yay!

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Mere! Um, would you say it would help if you could get your face over here next time..."

"Even if we did, you wouldn't listen to me at all..."

The members begin to bow their heads to Pekopeko and Meir.

Some of them appeared to be those who began to weep.

"Hey, head up for a second! A, Abel, what did you do!?

... Well, I didn't mean to be that tough... I figured I'd better plan, review it.

In the meantime, why don't we talk to Lark at the end of the art tour?