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

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After a moment of rest and replenishment, the "New (New) Land Turtle (Grand Turtle)" took its path west all the way and began to run once and for all down the road to Neo Isravia.

The sun was strong enough to be unpleasant and the same sight of the desert continued, but by evening we began to see thin blurry, low mountains far away.

It was a rocky mountain called the Kunlunia Mountains, which stretched low to the west, and it was also the end of the desert. Flourishing to be held at its foot was the capital of Neo Isravia, the destination - the king's capital, Inclamed.

I'm sitting in the garden of the hall overlooking the desolate landscape, searching for magic (Gogol) to tie the history around Inclamed.

- Long enough back in the millennium, at a time when prehistoric magic civilization flourished, Kansas was supposedly a land covered in lush, deep woods, with untouched forests of people called the "Blue Forest", which now stretches from Israel to Metanostadt.

At the west end of its forest, in the Kunlunia Mountains of present-day Israel, huge amounts of iron, copper, gold and silver, and numerous other precious metals were mined in open-air digging conditions.

The metals produced were exported to countries after being processed and were secondary processed as weapons and metal vessels, creating enormous wealth.

However, the refining of metals requires a huge amount of heat. In the ancient magic civilization, a super-heating "magic heat conversion furnace" was used for refining, but the forests around the mine were cut open, and the felled trees were used as building materials and daily fuel for living.

The abundant forests that were spreading around the mine were supposedly transformed into desolate lands in less than a hundred years.

In an era when no one had the idea of "restoring the forest," the area around Israel, which had been turned into dry land where no grass would grow, was abandoned and eventually transformed into a sandy land that would not send anyone called the "Kansas Desert".

Metals are still being excavated (...) and used around Israel and in the Vabilinia area, but most of them are less pure metals that were excavated a thousand years ago and were primary refined from ore.

The iron used in the prehistoric magic civilization was close to 100% pure, which is now considered impossible, and its processed products, armor and swords, glowed in silver only in dazzle, he said, never rusting.

- - From the Ming Min Study Journal, the Western Israelite Readings, and the Heritage of the Desert People -

"I see..."

The knowledge and information accumulated as I looked into it was forming a connected form in my brain.

It was also a path to a "solution" that might stop the Neo-Isravian rampage and take the worst path of doom: the war against Metanostadt.

I just want to avoid the silly situation of countries clashing with each other. I almost came up with a "plan" for that.

- Nevertheless, only the ejection of the 'iron pile' must be stopped in order to buy time.

The 'Vabilinia Catapult', which keeps firing iron piles out towards Metanostadt, should, as its name suggests, be in the Vabilinia district in front of the capital Inclamd.

When the sun went down and it got dark, I parked the hall and decided to wait for tomorrow morning. We will continue west at sunrise, and by noon we will be at a distance to Vavilinia.

Everyone was gathered in the living room dining room after dinner, so I'm going to give a brief description of the situation and an overview of the "offensive operation", and their respective roles.

"Guys, I'm finally going to be with Vabilia tomorrow. To stop the" Iron Pile "ejection, I destroy the magic that controls the catapult. It could be a dangerous battle. Everybody, stay with me."

With a serious look, everyone nods.

The goal is to get directly onto the Vabilinia Catapult and disrupt or destroy control. Of course, intense resistance is expected, but we're not going to let the injured and the dead out of any of us.

If we fight, we will be united, and if we do not work together, we will not be able to cut through.

But...

Because of the actions and words that lacked consideration for me and Ergonote, a small gap was beginning to appear in the minds of everyone who thought it was a single rock.

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At night, everyone seemed to have fallen asleep, but I couldn't sleep.

It wasn't until after dinner that I realized in Metius' advice that the gift I gave without any concern for good was the worst (...).

Falia wore a gold bracelet and surrounded the table, so she was dazzled by Hemperoza, Plum, and Riola, who she had found in her eyes, and explained, "This is what Grey gave me with that magical piece for communication".

On the other hand, the manuferno looked as usual, but did not wear a gold bracelet.

That's where I first thought, "Shit."

"Girls are, you always want only yourself to look the best, don't you?

I was struck by that word as if I had been struck by lightning. That may be normal if you think about it carefully, but you get bored with your own stupidity.

- Is that why Manu wasn't very happy...

I have zero real romantic experience, but, sir, I added, "Ugh," it was Metius laughing small, but even in the library I read "romantic novels," and the brain romance (...) simulation seemed to be on a fair level.

I am reminded once again that even the same reading enthusiasts accumulate different quality of knowledge.

"Shit... by the way, I have another of the same gifts and I was thinking about giving them to Riola...?

I ask Metius as I wipe the cold sweat that overflows.

"... sage Grecas. Are you going to make this a shura (...) hall (...)?

It was a true face.

"Da, you can't, can you?

"Instead of no, it's 'worst'!

He stares at me with cold jito eyes and drinks with gokuri.

I would be frightened if I was giving this to Riola in good shape. The third gold bracelet in my pocket felt strangely heavy.

I was starting to think somewhere I just had to give you a gift and I was dressed in cold water from my head. If you calm down and think about it like this now, it may be obvious, but you undeniably lacked thought......

"What am I supposed to do!? Ma, what can I say to Manu..."

To me holding my head like I had a foam pitifully, a big senior in love (?) Metius quietly tells that it is.

"Still no time to panic... right?

Smile quietly, grinning. But the little fairy didn't give me any further advice. Seemed to make me think about it myself, but honestly, I'm just confused.

- What's "sage"? You don't know what it's like to be alone...

I clenched my cubble and bit the back of my lip.

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My shallow words and actions, which I had not thought enough about, had caused me to worry that I might have hurt Manuferno, a obsession in the back of my mind. Something dark was swirling in the back of his chest, and he was bitter, and he could not stay or stand.

I guess I should have a conversation directly with Manuferno, but honestly, I don't know what to say, as if I don't know.

I've been trying it out with search magic (google) and I can't find a manual. A catalogue created by a 100-year-old garment enquirer called "Love Must-Sees Hot Fashion All" has been found only marginally.

"Ha................................."

Take a deep sigh.

Lentomia was grumpy during the day too, but "I'll forgive you if I win ten straight games," she said impotently, so she decided to play along with the distractions.

I slept by the bed and played the same chess-like board game as usual, but Lentomia fell asleep tired after about five games.

But by then, I was back to normal and I felt saved only by the scratch.

"Yu-jie" between men, I think it would be nice to have something like this simple.

Half an elf fell asleep, so I gently stroked my hair and then gently blanketed, and I left the room behind.

I couldn't think of anything special, so I looked around the garden and hall in the circle of the enemy.

As a matter of fact, I feel like if even my enemies would come, they could all flow into the water, but that doesn't seem convenient either.

Eventually my feet were naturally suitable for the dining kitchen.

Because I thought it would be quiet to think about it.

and there was only one light on the perfume oil lamp on the living room dining table that was supposed to be dark.

When I stared, there was one man tilting the glass, sitting.

It was an ergonote.

"... hey, Greg. How about you, too?

I sighed small and then sat down in the next seat.

Continued