"Exchange will do, or... Surprisingly, you can handle it."
I saw the walls of the enclosure I had built on my land and was puzzled with emotion.
Earlier, the walls that were being built to enclose the land were completed around Gurli.
I thought it was something I could do if I looked at it.
My walls were quite substandard in size.
It's nearly 10 meters tall and 5 meters thick.
A wall cemented in mortar so that bricks can be crossed side by side to fill that gap.
Maybe it would have been better to fill the interior space of the wall with sand or something so that a wall could prevent impact from the outside.
But I decided to simply prepare thick walls than I was familiar with the architecture of the wall.
It seems to me that every time I grow up, my magic is increasing.
As a result, more capacity can be made with magic once than before.
I also felt that when I recreated the inn.
But still, if it's a wall of this magnitude, I'd rather be able to make a 5m across as well.
In other words, it was necessary to activate magic every 5m to connect the wall to build it.
Actually, when I first got into the work, I almost made a sound to the long work ahead of me.
Because I felt unrealistic about fields and horizons that I could see as far away as I could, about creating walls that would surround it.
But the work was done sooner than I thought.
You can say I said it better than I expected.
First of all, I've spelled wall construction.
The task of spelling magic is inherently difficult, and it takes time.
It's the culture of spells that makes magic work like a conditional reflex when you name a spell.
But when spelling so that conditional reflexes happen well, you have to keep using the exact same magic after you name the spell.
If you say it, it won't work until you keep hitting the baseball ball on the same track and at the same speed, even for the sake of a struck out, with every bump.
Can you imagine how difficult that is?
But as for [wall architecture], it succeeded faster than spelling [shotgun].
This was done in the same way we did when we built the inn, so we could shorten the time.
Imagine firmly in your head the wall you want to build once and magically create it.
I stained the wall and covered it so that my magic would now pass.
Cover the building called the wall made from soil with magic and then use the [Memory Preservation] spell.
Then I could memorize the structure of the wall perfectly and magically in my brain in different dimensions.
This made the task of crushing the spell and then continuing to recreate the same magic considerably easier, thanks to which we succeeded in the culture of spells early.
While some work has gone astray thanks to the establishment of this method, there is another factor that has led to a sharp increase in efficiency.
It was the presence of a servant beast.
Ever since I named my first born child Valkyrie, all my servant beasts have been able to use magic.
But even more astonishingly, the Valkyries found that the magic I spelled later could also be used.
I can use magic that I couldn't use at the time I named it.
That would mean that the Valkyries were also able to use [wall architecture].
Individuals for sale to pedestrians cut off horns, so to speak, without horns.
But to hatch the eggs of the servant beast, several had grown without cutting corners and left them on hand.
Because if [Magic Injection] can be used, the Valkyries can hatch their own eggs.
This time he took about five heads from inside and built a wall.
Even so, it's still hard to build walls spanning a few kilometres to surround all sides of the field.
So I also decided to use the magic mushrooms that I was making for the product as a replenishment for magic.
Magic mushrooms become the material for magic restorative drugs.
but I didn't know how to make magic restorative drugs.
Because when it was shipped, it was dried in the sun and sold to the merchant in the dry mushroom condition.
But even in this dry mushroom state it seemed to have worked to magically replenish it.
Me and Valkyrie even made a wall around, biting the stiff mushrooms in their mouths.
"What do you say, brother Byte? It's amazing."
"No, it's really amazing. Fool, you are. You don't know where the exit is on the wall."
Speaking to my part-time brother, who approached me as I was looking at the wall, I get unexpected words.
Oh no... I thought you'd be surprised...
But if you ask me, it could certainly be.
The exterior wall I built is square, and I think it's probably about 4 km long on one side.
Where are the entrances and exits on such a distant wall?
I see, you may not know it from afar.
"... I wasn't thinking about the entrance or exit. What shall we do?"
"Right...... for now, it's not like a field, shouldn't we just make up our minds on the road to the exit so we can figure it out?
"The road. I'll think about it."
Thus, although the building of the wall was completed and successfully prevented the beast damage of the great pig, new problems emerged.