Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

When I finished my reconciliation with Altamia and began to try to return exactly...... from the seventh hierarchy and the path of those who followed, I heard a great footsteps.

Not too soon, but it was somewhat intimidating footsteps.

Do you think there is still some keeper in this tower?

Honestly, I'm getting pretty tired too. If there's a troublesome trap, I want you to disarm it.

"Mr. Altamia, this hierarchy, is something still happening...?

When I looked back towards Altamia, she also opened her mouth pompously and looked at the end of the road.

Apparently, it's not what Altamia knows.

"Ugh, shh... I can't believe no one's come up here in nearly a hundred years, and yet another visitor's coming the same day."

Considering it wasn't Altamia's setup...... no way, is it Devin, High Elf Priest?

I was alarmed. I rolled down the bean tree, so I thought I wouldn't be able to get up for a while, but I didn't think this would be a quick resurrection either.

I don't know much about magic arms, only Shizukusa is undoubtedly the best in the high elf world.

I don't know what the most other high elves are, but I kind of don't want to think that there are more persistent high elves than Devin.

I managed to pull Devin, who passed out on his way home, back to the village of Pargas, and I was thinking of sticking him out to Lark, but I didn't think that this had just gotten up lightly or that he still had enough guts to track me down.

Do you seriously think you can still win? Simply because you can't pull in anymore?

"If you can't do all that... I'll just have to tie you up completely..."

As I set up my cane, it revealed who was approaching me.

He was a big man dressed differently, with his whole body covered in a blue coat and a bandage around his face.

Arms stretched from the sleeves of the coat were also covered in bandages, and a number of rings were fitted in the long fingers, hiccups.

Some fingers wear two rings. Brilliant and elegant rings if seen individually, would even seem nasty if they were collected by oath.

Aside from the lack of products, I knew clearly at first glance that it was just not.

Intimidation, not half. It's not just because it's big.

"Ho! Ho! It's Altamia over there! That's right, legendary alchemist, I'm just called a witch. Such a big aura, I'll see it in a while. Something like 60 points? Pass."

A big man looks at me and Altamia on the other side of Meir, and he snaps his fingers out of it.

It was like I wasn't even visible about Me and Meir, but as I recall, I turned my attention to this one.

"... but why are two of these fly worms in the middle of something? How dare you climb this tower so far? I was hoping for a magician who halved the tower... but I didn't know it was just a miscellaneous fish who happened to have a mighty magic fixture in his hand. Wouldn't it be almost zero aura for a woman?"

Oh, are you talking about me?

Altamia and I don't know if it's wisdom, but if it's a magic battle, I just won.

I can't really grasp what it compares to by standard.

Meir stiffened her body and was in a mood for a big man.

I whisper to Meir.

"... sounds like you're in a bowl with the other adventurers"

Besides, it doesn't even look very favorable.

I signal to Altamia with my eyes.

I am the one who halved the tower of the witch, the fortress of Altamia, and smashed the Colossus that was kept.

If it sounds better to chase him back, you should probably help him with that.

"... I'm tired of you guys. I just got busy with a big guest coming... and I'm gonna miss you, so just go home. I'm in the way."

Altamia said in a cold voice, different from when she was talking earlier.

When I'm surprised, Altamia rushes to the exit with her eyes.

When I am confused not knowing what it means, Altamia continues and opens her mouth.

"... don't make me say it too many times. I don't care what happens. I'm sure you guys have some confidence in your arms, but" collectors "aren't the ones you can measure in that dimension."

"Shh, collector......!?

I've heard of it.

He is a legendary adventurer, roughing up all the ruins and caves within the kingdom of Dinlat a long time ago.

I slaughtered a giant dragon alone. I gave a hand in the revolution for wanting the royal treasure of a small country to repaint history in just one night.

The episode of that hand comes out as much as it takes, if you do a little research.

He is a man praised to the point that every action becomes a legend.

In the book, instead of being the strongest in the world, it was even written as the most powerful person in history.

Are you saying this current big man is a legendary adventurer, a collector?

Tension and excitement make my skin feel hot.

"Ha! Unlike the rumors, the witch is very warm! But unfortunately, I'm not returning the magician there."

The collector says roughly in a crouched voice and raises his arms high.

In his hands, a giant sword appeared as if it had been there from the beginning, also about the length of the collector's back.

There was no spiritual language, no magic formation, nothing.

- No, there was a strange spiritual movement, for sure.

It's not like there's no spring.

If you take care and feel the movement of the Spirit, you can roughly grasp what kind of magical phenomenon was going on.

The movement of the Spirit was like grabbing what was in another dimension with your hand and bringing it to this dimension.

Similar to spatial witchcraft but smoother than any existing spatial witchcraft.

If you think that none of the surgical ceremonies were there, you should assume that you used some kind of magic tool to transfer the sword.

A collector laughs nimally and lightly turns to me a giant sword with a large, curved blade.

I get barometric pressure from a protruding blade, I lose my words and swallow my spit.

"Kid, I'm not interested in you... but I'm intrigued by the magic you have. Give me the scepter of destruction of the Quds. I'm in a good mood right now. If I give it to you, you might not miss it, right? It depends on my whim and your attitude! Huhahahahaha!"

"is the wand of destruction......?

Meir is anxious.

A collector who hears about it stares at Meir as irritated.

She looked at me like Meir was restless.

"Duh, duh, what do you do, Abel...? This man may be mistaken."

Neither do I. I don't know the wand of destruction.

The wand of destruction is a magic apparatus that appears in the myth of Kudorism, but only the mural of the ruins suggests existence, and nothing more than the scholar's interpretation should be revealed.

The mural is carried by a cleric who summoned Kudr God, or unleashed countless demonic bullets to destroy a large group of demons.

But instead of where it is, I'm not even sure if it's what really happened.

I don't understand how you came to the conclusion that I had it if you misunderstood anything, but as far as I'm concerned, that didn't matter.

My interest was somewhere else than that.

"You think you can use it like that to delude me? You idiot! Come on, let's get out of here! Which one!? Show me! Or do you want to poke a gap and shoot me in? I don't mind that. If only ants like you had that courage! Come on, I'll give you ten seconds! If you want to use the wand of destruction to ripen it, you might enjoy it a little..."

"Now! Now...... the magic fixture you brought the sword is an example array! Um, of the bulimic dragon Fifnig, he said he used the skin of his organs...!

I screamed blocking the collector's words, bowing my sword blade and avoiding it, approaching the collector excitedly with my hands.