Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Peter had spent his entire life looking to revive the Kudr God, while surviving his long years with an extension of life by sorcery.

It creates connections to large organizations in all their aspects, so much so that the King, the Church and criminal organizations within the Kingdom of Dinlat have a good face.

In the end, however, it was not possible to obtain information leading directly to the Kudr God, and was only dedicated to obtaining anecdotes about long and suspicious rituals and the Kudr God, as well as mythical backing.

However, he realized that it was suspicious how Margus, who was his subordinate in the Kudorian extremist sorcery Order "Amor", in which Peter was boss, deliberately swimmed Margus when he found out that he was exploring the wand of Zolomonia, the devil of wisdom, and as a result succeeded in using him to hold the wand of Zolomonia in his hand.

Having succeeded in recovering the Zolomonian wand by his own plan and power, Peter learned, with the wisdom of Zolomonia, that the body of Kudr was sleeping in the easternmost part of the kingdom of Dinlat.

The easternmost part of the kingdom of Dinrat is Phage territory, with the country of Leaveras situated separately from the eastern part of the kingdom of Dinrat and the mountain ranges.

Peter, who knew that Marias, the agent of the Rivalus nation, had made the case, had visited Baron Lark to learn about Abel, a Phage hero, to hear first-hand about the Marias disturbance as part of an investigation into the Kudr god, and had taken an interest in Abel to the village of Pargas.

Peter, who moved to the dungeon to see how the Leviaths were being imprisoned as they were, sat with his men in the cell's janitor's lounge on the upper floor and was able to tell him to call Abel to Village Chief Haile, who was the guide.

"Clear white skin, grey-haired red eyes... the Marlen tribe, you still survived," the sorceress Munich, a subordinate of Peter, whispered after Mayor Heil left.

"... generally, the old Marlen tribe missed contact. When the war was calm, the royal side didn't look too desperate either."

Peter narrowed his eyes so that he remembered the old days, and said so as he was slightly shuddered.

"Were you misunderstood to have perished for a long time due to a lack of communication...... We knew that the Marlens were the hidden power of the kingdom of Dinlat in the past, but they didn't seem very diligent."

Peter shook his head small.

"Those kids... they just harden up inside and unusually don't want to get involved with the others outside. Far above Knox when it comes to the handling of witchcraft, and they even said it was a high elf on the ground... high fellowship or public ignorance..."

"Yep..."

"Total clan communal disorder..."

"Yep..."

"I would whisper and blur on top of not seeing my out-of-country counterparts, and if I took a trip to the settlement, I'd be seen with strange eyes all day, so if the Marlen specialist liaison I was used to retired at my age, I guess I wouldn't even be contacted by the royal side disintegrating as it was. If we had a record at the time, maybe someone would be deluding us by writing something vague and disgusting about going to the settlement."

"Yep..."

I learned too much about the reality of the Marlen people, who supposedly supported the kingdom of Dinrat from behind a long time ago during the World War, and Munich sincerely regretted that he should not have listened.

Inside the break room, the awkward air spreads.

"Gray hair, red eyes..."

One of Peter's men pounded out.

It is Margus, unilaterally bogged down by Abel over the Zolomonian wand.

He heard of the red-haired eyes and remembered the time. No way, I wasn't even dreaming that Abel would be headed this way right now.

"... it's time for that Abel and them to come. I'm gonna go outside and see how it goes."

Munich handed over to the door of the rest room after giving a toast to Peter.

"Abel...... right. Be polite with her."

"Yes?"

Munich stopped his leg and looked back at Peter.

"That kid, if he sounds funny, the eagle is going to get you a subordinate. My arm looks like it's gonna stand... and he's got a pretty cute face. I don't think so."

Peter gave out a poisonous red-purple tongue and grinned spookily.

"... Ha, I understand. Dear Peter,"

Munich bowed his head again and closed the door to pick up Abel.

It was not long after that that Munich returned with Phage hero Abel and a Doom girl.

Peter's impression of Abel as he saw it was of a beautiful young man with a slightly neutral face, etc.

Is he vigilant, Abel looked around with the kind of eyes she would explore as she entered the room, and then immediately set her sights on Peter.

(As far as I'm concerned, it looks like you're going to have quite a magical arm... but you don't look proud of that. When Atashi was about that time, I thought the world had no enemies, something a little more grand though. Or maybe you're stepping on the idea that Atashi isn't just a church official? Is it superior or not of a chronic nature... or is it simply, cowardly...)

Peter was watching Abel and measuring the vessel.

"The eagle is Peter. You're finally here. Are you the hero of this territory?

Speak up as you explore.

Abel's eyeballs moved slightly.

He turned his eyes to the Zolomonian wand that Peter had, and then immediately moved his gaze to the back of Peter.

Zolomonia, the devil of wisdom, can show himself to those who have possessed the wand.

What Abel was looking at was just where that zolomonia stood.

(Is this child seeing Zolomonia?

If so, there's a good chance he's involved in some way with the Zolomonian wand incident caused by Margus.

(I haven't heard anything from Zolomonia, but it seems better not to ask poorly. Zolomonia is difficult, and something that doesn't help me to feel uncomfortable. If you're in a bad mood, you won't be able to find out about the Kudr God you've been spared)

Even after Peter had the Zolomonian wand, he tried to throw various questions about Kudr gods, demons, and sorcery, but only a few answers came back.

He seemed to consider it boring to teach briefly, not because he didn't know.

It is returned in a poem in a language that I have never heard or heard of in response to the question of the resurrection of Kudr God, which was of the utmost importance, and I have devoted considerable personnel and time to deciphering its contents, but I still know only about 10%.

(Though I don't know the details about the cane disturbance because Margus doesn't want to talk much, and Zolomonia gets grumpy... I can't run out of suspicious rumors about Gaston, the adventurous knight who was supposed to have taken the cane back directly, and it wouldn't be weird if that white boy was involved. It's weird how Margus is, too, after seeing that kid...)

Margus was blatantly upset after seeing Abel, trembling his body, treading on the community too, and looking at the entrance and exit of the chisel to make him go home blatantly.

(You're a wanderer with enough proselytizing mind and witchcraft to help the village you stopped by. I don't hate that kind of kid either, but you're not the type to really agree with what the eagles are doing. Besides, if you're more likely to be involved with Zolomonian wands, it's going to be a hassle later if you leave them alone. Kudr I don't know how long it will take to get a god, and even if they put a cross spear in it, it's a hassle)

"What the hell are you..."

Abel anxiously calls out to Peter.

He seemed surprised at Peter's apparently unjustified state of affairs.

Peter held his lips down with his fingers and laughed elegantly.

"Don't get too hard on me. The eagle simply came to praise you for your accomplishments in capturing pagans, as the upper ecclesiastical level."

That said, I stretched out my red tongue and licked my tongue by the time it was poisonous.

(See how it goes... If you can't pull it in, here, it looks like you should kill it. She seems like an interesting kid, so I don't have to)

While pretending to be friendly, Peter was thinking of killing Abel if the solicitation didn't go well.

(... and this kid, I took a serious look at the eagle's face from earlier, what's wrong with him? Until just now, you mean a little different wax......)

At some point Abel's gaze had changed subtly in kind.

It must be an exploratory gaze. But it seemed to Peter that he was changing color from alert to curious.

"Um, Mr. Peter. That skin, it's a different kind of thing, right? Isn't that right?

Abel has broken his expression all the time and has called out to Peter with familiarity as if he were dealing with a friend of the Old Known.

There is a color of curiosity in my eyes that I am not willing to hide, and I move my hands to pack my distance to Peter.

That's right. Peter was also taken aback and opened his mouth pompously.

Peter had bound both the Church Magic Division and the anti-royal organization two hundred years ago, and he continued to build merit at the end of a match-pump that had never been repeated, dominating the church, ruling the royal family, and making the kingdom our thing.

Ever since I gained my immortal body and couldn't face the surface, I have always continued to reign in the shadow of the royal family.

Peter's own magic power was also overwhelming, and it was common for those who did not know him to be frightened forward of the overwhelming pressure he unleashed.

Those who have behaved so rudely to such Peter, especially without malice, have not been alone in the last hundred years.

Peter's men immediately moved in unison.

The majority of Peter's men were intoxicated by Peter, and those who did not were also horrified by Peter.

For them, Peter was an absolute being, unlikely or otherwise to be defied.

There was no way they could have tolerated Abel's too obnoxious attitude.

Munich first turned to Abel's side and held Abel's shoulder down with a stone scepter.

If you want to make suspicious moves, you are going to punch him in the head and kill him immediately.

"Don't be rude to Master Peter, that's all I said......!

Munich dews his wrath pale.

At the same time, two other men besides her circled in, surrounding Abel from three directions.

"Yes, no. Um, I'm pure..."

Over the course of this period, Abel has been asking for help from a blind eye to Peter, even though I am not bad.

Peter was astonished at the depth of Abel's magic at the same time.

(That kid...... you noticed the eagle is an immortal body. I can't believe I just found out a little from this distance, even though I was camouflaging through the hassle because it's boring to be put on a claim. This is more than I imagined)

It seemed closer to the alchemist type than to combat specialization.

I saw Abel's nature as seemingly superior in skill and depth of understanding to the magnitude of magic and the power of witchcraft.

Though limited, it was myself who should have gained an immortal body and had a long workout that took the fall with magic in my specialty against young youth.

If Peter's instrumentality were narrow, he would have learned to be angry and even jealous without being admitted to this fact.

But Peter, who manipulated the royal family and was even in a position to bind a nation, albeit indirectly, was not flushed by such emotions, but calmly identified the status quo and measured the value of Abel.

"Fine, don't let him go. Come on. I even have insurance, but I can't believe I just found out at first glance. He's not funny."

Peter, in his current exchange, understood one thing.

It means that Abel is not just a hero.

"Um, Mr. Peter. That skin, it's a different kind of thing, right? Isn't that right?

It is first contraindicated in a legitimate country, such as transforming oneself into an immortal flesh.

That's why Peter had to leave the front stage, too.

But Abel, intrigued and amused, asks questions about it.

(this kid...... sounds like someone on the eagle side to me either way)

Abel can pull in.

Peter, so convinced, was grinning at the tip of his tongue.