The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

"I... am Grecas the Wise"

I stood in the carriage seat and told the middle-aged wizard of the nose piercing away.

The face of the leader of the bandit turns pale and begins to drizzle with sweat.

"Hmm...... Hmm!?

But my mouth, which had been twitching on my rap until just now, doesn't move with rigidity. Daiwa "Hi...... such an idiot!? But I know you're saying," I'm not interested and I don't want to hear it.

I wouldn't put it on my face, but I was pretty angry inside.

He said he was in a hurry to go help the ergonotes, not least because he was forced to make a quick stop at the carriage. For turning a blind eye to our dear companions.

Even though that was unforgivable, I even said "mausoleum" the wine barrel golems I cherished.

Nevertheless, the vain gaze of the two mercenaries, like other orcs, may be due to the influence of "magical domination" by the wizard.

Two of my men's interests were geared towards the "barrel," and I guess they planted the wrong sexuality for the middle-aged wizard to monopolize the woman who robbed them.

Otherwise what world has a pervert who craves for a barrel?

But whatever the reason, perverse behavior towards my people... deserves to die.

Metius, hidden in the collar of the robe on the left side of his face, slipped out his face.

"Sage Grecas, you sealed up their magic, didn't you?

"Ah. If it's the quickest. Instead of chanting spells, you won't even be eating mesh for a couple of days."

The magic I sent to the Pierce middle-aged wizard and two of my men is a powerful reverse osmosis (virus) autonomous driving technique (appct) that stiffens the muscles of the mouth, as difficult as it is to cast a spell or even utter a word. It's one of those so-called "witty magic" that messes with the other person.

The fat and skinny pair of mercenary collapses are throwing weapons in their hands to the ground and struggling badly to open their own mouths. The pig beasts (orcs) surrounding the carriage were facing each other in the wind without knowing what had happened, but the orcs, freed from the magic thread of the middle-aged piercing (Magiwire), finally began to move of their own free will.

"Biggie!?" "Buxy!

But the orc herd was confused or began to act in pieces with a beastly voice.

There are those who begin to wander behind the woods, those who begin to quarrel with neighbouring orcs, and even those who are attacked by the middle-aged Pierce Wizard, who should have been the Lord. The middle-aged piercing tries to escape but falls and screams his roots grabbed by an oak and not a voice.

"Mm-hmm!?

"Bugaaaa!"

One more oak approached the carriage, shook up the stick and struck the wheel with a gassin.

"Shah!?

"To the wise! To do something. Whoa!

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is unexpected. Iola, there's one coming from behind."

"Let it go......!

Gunn! and Iola scattered fireworks. That's the sound of the rusty sword of the oak bouncing back from behind the carriage.

I thought if I shut the wizard up, my man Orc would go back to the woods for good, but this was an unexpected miscalculation. Fix the glasses.

- I want to. Those middle-aged piercings. You were manipulating me with some nasty magic?

Because the magic control over the middle-aged wizard's orcs was quite appropriate, excessive stress was placed on the brain, and the demons began to ferociously rampage. It seems as if the secret brutality of the oak, which, if normal, is cowardly and has no choice but to fish for debris, has erupted.

"Gooooooo gaaaa!"

Even the silent Blue Ghost (Blue Orga) began to move. When he pointed his vain eyes at us, he was interested in the carriage, and he opened his neck and distorted his mouth, and began to move towards us.

"There's a big blue ghost coming -!

"Guru, don't you suck!?

"Spells. Instructions, Greg!

Iola and Manu scream in an urgent manner at the screams of Plum.

"I seem a little alarmed. I'll take care of this place."

I give instructions to Metius the fairy when I lift my glasses with my fingertips.

"Ultra-driven remote control combat formula (funnel trigger) (accelerator)"

"Yes! Sage Grecas!

Instantly, multiple tactical information displays (tactics) appeared in front of me.

There was a separate number shaken on the twelve wine barrel golem "Barrel (Barr)" and a control technique.

In fact, the contents of the mass-produced barrel are fully packed with a blend of stock (...) minutes (...) of slime from my precious' full 'and' blurb '.

It is a division of 'Full' and 'Blurb', so to speak, and the slimes like my two children were raised by me in tandem.

Now they miss me a lot, too, and they're so adorable.

'Full' and 'blurb' have been dating for a surprisingly long time, and the first time I got attacked when I got lost in this other world was actually these two slimes.

The ergonotes saved my escape, but for some reason, I seem to like the slime, and I "kept" the fragment in a vial.

Later, I grew up blending with various slums, and these slimes were very useful as teaching materials in the training of Magic Yarn (Magiwire), which I had just learned from Lentomia at the time, as well as in the training of Magic Power.

In that sense, you can say you're an old friend.

- It's not sneaky that the divers are dealing with a filthy pig Phantom, but I can't help it.

"Soldier Package Container, Unlocked (Unlocked)"

Subsequently, when he unleashed the curse of the soldier-mounted container he had towed in his carriage, the twelve barrels rolled vigorously over the gobble and the ground, shaping the formation as if to protect the carriage.

"Bugah!?

Oak, who was hitting the wheel, quickly fell to the ground, being hit directly by a barrel from directly next to him.

"It's a magic barrel for you, Greg -!

"The number increases with each chase…"

Plum and Hempero enjoy a high view there.

"Now unleash your strength, my servants."

When the command was sent through the magic yarn (Magiwire) to the 12 simplified mass-produced wine barrel golems, Barrel (Barr), they began to roll as if they had been bounced at enemies.

Target locked with tactical information display (tactics) is one Blue Ghost (Blue Org) on five oaks.

- Popolato, the port town you're about to board. I don't know what's waiting for me there. But it is easy to imagine that he is quite a difficult enemy than to name the remnants of the Demon King. That's why here and now, it would make sense to ascertain a new tactic.

Barrel and the others attacked the target in unison.

That is not an easy thing to "roll". It strikes with precisely carnivorous agility, feeding on intense physical attacks, that is, on the body in the "corners" of the barrel.

"Goha!?" "Bugah!" "Biggie!?

An oak attempting to knock it off with a weapon is bounced off the barrel in reverse to dance through the universe. Beyond the dodgy and fallen, one barrel after another strikes and stabs the stomach.

The orcs, who presented themselves with the appearance of a nasal cry, were defeated one after the other as they fled.

Adding more centrifugal force due to high speed rotation to the originally heavy barrel, and flirting with the opponent with super maneuverability like a roller dash, striking him with irregular movements -.

It also has coordinated control to attack as a "pair" at least.

Even if the first barrel is prevented, a second body will strike right from the blind spot, and the simple and most effective attack of kinetic energy by super weight will be difficult to prevent even trained and resilient warriors for two turns.

"Shh... awesome...!

"This is just... magic!

Riola and Iola round their eyes to the seemingly comical sight of demons being chased around in barrels and running away.

Within just a few seconds of the start of the battle, five orcs were completely silent, all fainted and incapable of fighting.

The wizard and his men, who tried to escape all over the place, were, of course, bogged down by the barrel and are unlikely to be able to move for the time being.

The red light point of the autonomous driving technique (appct) only leaves the Blue Ghost (Blue Orga) behind.

"All right! Simultaneous attack."

"Goaaaaa!?

Blue ghosts roar and slap down the whole barrel that jumped. Gagong! and the barrel slammed to the ground will normally fall apart, but it will not break due to the magical power of "morphological maintenance", which applies locking magic (secure).

I rolled like nothing was going on, and it took me another blue ghost to fly.

Assuming that the exterior of the barrel is "magically armored" to burn with flame magic, it bounces back most of the magic attacks below the intermediate class, and furthermore, the slime in the barrel absorbs magic and serves as the energy for its own activities.

In other words, an invincible combat unit that doesn't work physical attacks, and disables magic attacks. That's the simple mass-produced golem, Barrel.

As soon as the Blue Ghost couldn't stop putting his knees on the ground, the barrel jumped from left to right with his head turned low. Having been hit in the head with a blunt sound, the orga fell at the front, spasmodic as it was and stopped moving.

"A minute and a half before the enemy is powerless... well, you can do it in the first line"

When I bounced Sage's robe, I ended all the fighting ceremonies.

"I'm in a bad mood, Greg. I'm always in a bad mood."

Manuferno shows his face from behind the carriage and looks around from beside me. It's a landscape I told you about dead bodies cumulatively, but nothing. Nobody's dead. I'm just fainting.

"... is that right?

"Chief consent. I mean masculine, I hope you have a different temper like trying to protect"

My eyes are staring gently at me with my usual round glasses.

"Fuha......, Forget it Manu"

I smile at everyone and tell them that the crisis has gone.

Iola and Riola, as well as Pram and Hemperoza, lowered their breasts as they were horny, and the carriage was wrapped in cheap air.

Continued