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

- - Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) - Design Management Sage Conference (Architect)

The search magic (Gogol) of Alberina, the dark elf witch, could not be investigated.

I don't think I can find the literature described. The act of searching itself (...) is rejected (...).

- Stupid, you say it's a book that cannot be examined by search magic (Ggol)!?... Restricted access?

I was surprised by my first experience but encouraged some tactical information display (tactics) and tried the search again but it was futile. What you see is a red "not searchable" character.

The search for an enormous amount of book information that sleeps in the "Millennium Library (Southern Library)" packed with human wisdom is taken by fairies called Search Fairies (Search Angels), but they can't read the information when they find it, and they just convey images of fairies like Metius looking at each other as troubled.

"Hey, Doctor."

"... what is it, Lentomia"

I can't hide the upset. It was me, but my partner (...) Lentomia immediately detected the anomaly, breaking me in softly at my usual rate.

He was a half-elf listening to Alberina in silence, but he distracted me from understanding my magical identity and weakness. Me and Lentomia are constantly sharing information with silver rings, and it's called the breathing of Ayumu.

- I'll be grateful, Lentomia.

"I mean, they were manipulating Neo-Isravian kings and teachers?

"Lentomia's a smart kid. I regret it, but that's what's gonna happen...... In fact, I would have been completely dominated by the ring by now if I hadn't been helped by the wise men there."

You look at me with an eyebrow rooted in the wind.

"If you return the back, the Architect only has incomplete power,"

I was relieving myself with a breath of relief thanks to Lentomia. Step on the fine sand of the dunes and line up next to Lentomia.

"Haha, you're a boulder, sage Grecas. Yes, the Architect is the generic name of those who ruled the ancient magical civilization, the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia). A soul that just dwelt in rings and tools that now have no more entities, vain, weak, mere presence of thought"

"So you wanted the flesh to be your host..."

"I guess. Literally a curse ring. Thanks to you, mummy removal is about to become a mummy."

rocks the wizard's robe in very light condition, Alberina pays off the sand on the robe and looks at the burning of her peers who look across the dunes.

"How many of those rings and things... do you have?

Lentomia listens with her elf ears shut. That seems to reach the witch as if it's an inquiry a child naturally speaks of.

"It was a thousand years ago that the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) Conference of Sages in Design Management (Architect) was alive. I've never seen the detailed literature either. All I know is, my predecessor... well, he was 800 years old and he told me. The leaders who rule the world believe in the resurrection and live in the Eight Treasures."

"Eight hundred, that's awesome. You've lived since the days of prehistoric magic civilization!?

"Apparently, it was just a twitch."

I roar unexpectedly. Legend has it that there were "living witnesses" who had seen history raw before.

The search magic (Gogol) is more than knowledge that doesn't work, we have to live up to the wisdom of the dark elves in front of us.

But what I found out was that Alberina herself had uncovered a treasure trove in her desire for a 'ring of different worlds' and opened Pandora's box, so to speak.

"Hmm. Whatever the treasure and whatever it is, if it threatens our present peace, it's enough reason for us to fight it."

"Ha ha, good prestige, good thing you're young"

A witch laughs like a tease.

"But we've already destroyed the two rings. The other one's that creepy mask, isn't it?

"... the helmet of a hundred eyes." And… "armor," "sword," "armor," "horn whistle," that's what was in Israel's hidden treasure trove. "

"Doctor, it's a big service!

Lentomia was right, and Alberina gave us one important piece of information easily. Of course it doesn't look like you're lying.

"Are you sure? Give us this valuable information."

"Oh, I want to live longer. Of course, I can't be more interested in" The Other World. "But...... I still want to have a lovely encounter and also a lovely child. I want to eat something delicious."

It's the very temperament of a dark elf who doesn't want to be tied to anyone with a free run, and wants to have fun. Is it because of the blood of the elves that Lentomia and Hemperoza have some similarities......

"I mean... are you going to 'get off'?

"I found out that this mountain (...) is too bad for me. Well... it takes me a while to build up my magic, and I'm sorry to do any more with you guys and architects."

When I shrugged my shoulders, I turned my back and started descending down the dunes. But I immediately turn back and add.

"You can go with care at best. I didn't give up the sword of the brave, the key to another world, even though I had a temporary truce, did I?

"Oh, you can do whatever you want."

"Doctor! See you again... right?

"Naturally. Because I'm a motto for long life. I'll go to your tomb and get some flowers."

Ni smiles black and waves small.

The soul and guts to fight me and the Southout Architects for the benefit of the fishermen look good.

Otherwise, is this the only kind of information I can give you?

After all, the witch Alberina is a total eater.

I haven't lived in Dada in 297.

"Lentomia. And... you've met some good people. Take care of it."

"Yes!"

Lentomia returns a reply with a clear voice.

When Alberina heard that, smiling small, she slowly went down the dunes. The last glance toward his beloved apprentice showed soft and gentle care. That was probably an honest word from the heart.

Squeeze softly at Lentomia, who holds my hand again.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

"... yeah!

We walked out toward the hall after we dropped off the back of getting smaller. Footprints broken up into two bottles depicted strange patterns in the moonlight.

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After a while, we returned to the Sage Hall.

Faria was still waving an axe outside saying "workout combined watchfulness".

"I've already stayed up late, and I have a bond, so don't worry, rest..."

And when I said with a smiley face, he finally convinced me to go into the hall.

Witches and bandits. At that rate, you won't have to worry.

"That was a lovely night's date."

"No, no..."

Lentomia appeals to everyone who welcomes her when she opens the door. It would suddenly be a misunderstanding, but it seemed slow.

Welcome home, wise man.

Riola greeted me with a soaked face. Nickly stubborn grin...... very heartbreaking.

"Where have you been?!?

Hemperoza is a regular driver who comes tackling in his usual condition.

"Mr. Grey, Brother Lentomia, were you 'shabby'? Why did you leave the pram?

Don't say "shabu-shabu" or anything to Plum, who hears something so sad and strange, because Plum and I are going alone this time.

"Forbidden." The half-elf skin you see under the moonlight seems white and clear. Slowly glancing at the limb lying on a robe spread over the sand, the exhalation raises and lowers the thin chest and its... 'its... ooh!?

Manuferno apparently had a nosebleed on his way up reading "Creative Notes," and he held his nose and ran back to his room. I look at the silver-haired girl half-eyed.

"... what the hell"

But even after a fierce battle, the Sage's Hall still seems to be doing just fine. But now I can be relieved, too.

While sighing, I go to the living room and discover Ergonote, who is trying to drink alone.

Looking around the living room dining room, Luroni and Spiano were both napping in front of the fireplace. Friendly with each other on their backs, their heads are shaking with stiffness.

Iola was quietly wiping the dishes in an apron in the kitchen. The apron looks pretty good, but I'm a little worried about Ergonote looking at him afterwards.

I looked for Metius, but I don't see him. Probably still sleeping in my room book. I want you to get some rest because you will be quite tired in the daytime battle.

"Greg, have you been talking to a witch?

"That's a good guess. Exactly. And... I've come to find out who the enemy is."

"Ho."

On the face of Ergonote's good man, his sharpness returns.

I've been largely seized of the circumstances of this series of incidents.

What manipulated Alberina and still dominates Southout is the remnants of the souls of the ancient kings and greats who had wielded God's temporal power: the Millennium Empire (Southern Pedia) and the Conference of Sages in Design Management (Architect), which managed to bring the world back into their own hands.

With the treasure trove uncovered and unleashed on this world, it's probably a leap for that purpose, like regaining control of this world or a resurrection.

- Is that why you crave the Ergonote sword (...) with the power of reincarnation? But......

Alberina called the treasure sword 'key'.

I also care about the mysterious existence of the 'Keyhole (Kihor)', which is sealed deep inside the Royal Castle of Metanostadt, but above all, Metius, whom I helped by turning into a fairy, is the soul of Metanostadt's Second Empress.

Metanostadt's Royal Castle's "Keyhole" and "Keyhole" are mostly control systems for freely manipulating the world. As her role was as the gatekeeper for Keyhole, did she know what that meant?

But now the mystery that this question and search magic didn't make sense is behind us.

Because the most recent issue is more real. It can be said that the peace of Metanostadt depends all on the "sight" with the king he desires in the king's capital of Neo Isravia tomorrow.

If the king is being manipulated in the 'mask' worn by Southout Yormusa, as in 'The Ring of Divergent Views' and 'The Ring of Dougie Koon', how far is the spirit eroded?

And I care about the whereabouts of the other treasure tools (...) Alberina taught me.

Ergonote and I tried to open our mouths at the same time in an atmosphere that had become so painful.

The crystal sphere that was placed beside the table suddenly emitted light, sounding a familiar and fed up dummy voice.

"Kirkaka! Dear wise men and gentlemen of your line... how are you feeling?

Continued