Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

He descended the basement staircase of Lark's Hall with Meir in his hand, and reached the art warehouse and Yamato.

Now it remained liberated, but the entrance door was thick to prevent intruders.

The walls and the ground depicted magic formations to prevent the degradation of works of art, and demonic stones were placed as a source of power for the magic formations.

It is a fairly authentic warehouse.

It must have been made with money.

There were a number of shelves, and there was a line on them that looked like bagged antiques.

The walls are narrowed and painted.

There was also an old magical book on the shelf.

That one bothers me the most as far as I'm concerned.

Mixed with the servants organizing, Lark and the unfamiliar old man were talking.

Based on Lark's condition, although not entirely, he seems to have generally risen from the Marias shock.

Although there may just be no respite for pessimism, as there is a lot of work.

The old man is wearing thick lens glasses, his nose is red and his hips are wide bent.

"... Hum, as I said before, you can only make a really easy appraisal on me. I think Lark's grandfather, who bought it, was familiar with it."

"That being said, unfortunately, I didn't really talk to my grandfather. All Joseph has to do is keep an eye out for us, pick a few, and let the city scholars appraise us again."

I see, that old man named Joseph was called as an appraiser?

Lark noticed me and Meir and he stopped by as soon as he could.

"Oh, Abel, are you here? If you like it, you can take it."

"... no, that's just it"

It says something even more outrageous.

Isn't the art that nobles collect in their hobbies something of considerable value?

I don't think it's a good idea to give it to a pompous person so easily.

"You don't have to be so reluctant. I'm more of a hero to the whole Phage territory than a benefactor to my life."

Is that so if you say so?

I'm not aware of it at all because I just liked doing what I wanted to do with my emotions going pretty well, and I'd rather feel bad about the bump when they thanked me weirdly.

"Then can I take a look at the magic books around there?

I wanted to talk to Lark about his future territory, but the atmosphere seems like he still has discussions with Joseph.

Anyway, the Alchemy Division's education today ended in the morning section, and there's no rush.

Let me take my time and let you see things first.

"Hmm? Oh, I don't mind. But I don't think that's worth anything else. I showed Icarus a few books at a time, but he laughed at me with his nose and gave them back."

That... I just couldn't read it...

If you're an old magic book, it's not uncommon for times habits and stones to be broken.

Not to mention if it's a straightforward array letter like it was written for my apprentice, it would take me quite a while to decipher it.

I got a magic book in my hand.

The cover reads "Anorga-style Magic Formation Ceremony Outline I" and in slightly older fonts.

Scroll the page apart.

"What do you say? Is it going to be worth it?

Meir tries to see the contents of the magic book from the side.

We decided to spread it over an empty shelf so that Mere could easily see it.

"Due to the habit of array letters, that was about a hundred years ago. The shape of the magic formations seems to have become popular in those days. I'm more confident that I can perform the procedure efficiently than described in the body."

"... why is it a prerequisite to compete"

"There's a part of you that cares, but it doesn't seem like it's enough to make a note of it"

I close the book and return it to its original shelf.

"... I'm starting to feel that even if I was assessed by Abel's standards, I wouldn't guess anything at all"

"Really? I was pretty confident in this area..."

"Sounds like Abel would be quicker to write a magic book and sell it than to fish for old books..."

I then took about two books out of the shelf that bothered me.

The titles are "Golem Manufacturing Applications" and "Artificial Little Spirit".

I never made a golem and the practical precautions are detailed so it seems useful.

The golem couldn't get his hands on it because it would be a little pricey, but if I asked Lark, he would surely fund it.

"Artificial Little Spirit" is amazing again.

Although surgical protection is applied, deterioration is observed everywhere because it is a fairly old book.

Besides, the fonts are very different now, so it's going to take a lot of time to decipher.

But it's worth the trouble of deciphering.

I had hardly ever heard of the manufacture of spirits, either, because within the kingdom of Dinrat they are taboos during taboos.

"Mr. Lark's grandfather had a good hobby."

"... is that an okay book? Meir, I have a bad feeling about this."

"Mr. Lark, could you lend me this for a while? I don't think it's going to be easy if we sell it badly."

"I knew you weren't a bad guy!

Lark looked slightly confused, but he gave me permission to take it out.

Meir was twitching worryingly.

I've been fishing for that and this and the magic books ever since.

I wasn't interested at first, but I didn't think such an interesting looking book was rolling.

There might be something else out there if you look.

"Oh, there seems to be something awesome over there!

Meir fingers slightly behind the warehouse.

There was a book on the shelf that the servants were organizing that was so stupid that the more I hit people with the back cover, the bigger I was likely to kill them.

"Difficult......? High? Up? Is that a demonic explanatory note?

I could see the cover, but it's too old to know what it says.

Isn't it more than 500 years old?

I know there's a protective technique, but how dare you lose shape as a book yet?

I guess it was written on special paper.

As I stared at the letter with my eyes, the string meshed in my head.

"" High Spirit Atlas "!?

In short, it is an old devil's explanatory note.

Demons often lose their heads over high levels of danger, and they can barely afford to make observations long enough.

Besides, if you die, you lose the power to maintain your body, become countless spirits and disperse, so if you don't protect it, you won't have a body left.

For this reason, books about demons are often just a brief compilation of rumours, heirloom levels and crusade records.

But with that thickness, it's got to be pretty detailed.

I'm very interested. If it's not cod, you can see it as something of considerable value.

"Hey, hey, let me see that!

I ran over unexpectedly and slowed down on the way back to me.

If you run here and knock down expensive artwork, it's gonna be a big deal.

"Sorry, I'm sorting this one out right now..."

"I'm sorry, let him through."

I was about to be retained from my servant, but Lark made it easier for me.

Hold down your trembling hand and gently open the cover of the book that was being knocked down on the shelf.

Shapes that don't make sense, illustrations like alien monsters, and puzzling strings that just seem like cod if you look too fine.

I can't say for sure...... but if it's just a prank, there can't be a robust protective technique put together so far.

"La, Mr. Lark... this, this... could you please!? I wish I could give it back over a decade of clouds somehow if I had the money...!

That's what I said, and I bowed my head to Lark.

"Uh... oh, yeah... I don't mind... and keep your head up anyway..."

"Thank you!

I shaved and took the High Spirit Atlas off the shelf and held it in my arms.

"Ah."

... I lost the weight of the book as it was and flipped it on the spot.

I hope to protect the book reflexively, and I can hold it over my belly.

After hitting his back on the ground, the book's gravitational acceleration dictated his lower abdomen.

"Ugh!?

Consciousness turns away from unexpected shocks.

"Aberu! Aberu!

Meir rushed over in a big hurry.