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

As the street trees of the coconut coconut made the South feel for a while, they eventually reached the sea-facing port town of Racia.

A ship that spreads its colorful sails, rows out to the sea plains, docks where many ships dock, red-brick warehouses that line up, carriages that go and all sorts of people... This is the port town of Marino Serese in the South.

The Sage Hall - the New (New)/Land Turtle (Gran Turtle) - was put on standby outside the city in a parking position, and several members of the Hall decided to look around the harbor.

This time the selection members are me, Iola and Riola, and Faria and Manuferno.

Nevertheless, Plum and Hemperoza leave a message because it is not a sightseeing, Lu and Spiano take a friendly nap and ask Lentomia and Metius to "make a certain magic trick".

The harbour town (Racia), where warm, wet winds gush from the sea, is a trading hub where the streets meet north-south and west more than in ancient times. The harbour is well maintained and there is a harbour with water depths where large sailboats can also be traversed -.

And the knowledge around here has been pre-learned (...) with search magic (Ggol).

The Metanostadt Library of Official Documents contains analytical material on other countries, an overview of Marinocerese's political economy, its composition, and history, leading to geography, culture, and food. In the course of last night, we searched all the relevant books, impromptu but with knowledge.

Popolato, the northern harbour town that traveled a few months ago, flourished as a fishing town, but this is, to put it, a "trading town", which will be one of the "shining harbour towns" boasted by Marino Serese of the South.

"There are many ships carrying luggage."

"There are a lot of people in the country to begin with..., I'm kind of nervous"

"This is a neutral zone. The battle is between the merchants and the harbor."

I answered each question, Iola and Riola, walking left and right.

Both siblings with the same hair are in cool plain clothes, but Iola is wearing a sword.

Walking a few steps ahead of us is Faria, and she's ahead of us to scratch people. Walk watching the silver ponytail rock exactly like the tail of a horse.

A silver bikini partial armor (plate armor) with a sunset robe. He hangs a well-rounded dagger and a medium-sized sword on his two hips, giving him exactly the look of a caution stick.

Occasionally, when you look sharply at a different mercenary-like swordsman or a man with a weapon, the majority of them turn an interest and odd eye to the "female warrior of the peoples of the North," but most of them immediately distract themselves from feeling signs of seeping strength.

"Faria. Reliable, but don't skip too much cancer..."

"Wow, I didn't do that, did I? I was just watching because I thought you still had a good weapon."

"Ha... right, sorry"

If you look back, you have a manuferno that grabs the hem of my robe and walks. He had a stick of wood about the length of a cane in his hand, and smiled small when his eyes met.

"Manu, what happened to that wand?

"Garden tip. Branches that were falling on your mansion. Maybe a branch that hit and broke when I went into the woods."

"Ha ha, the one called Spirit of Grace?

When I said it, Manuferno brightened his expression and nodded cocklessly. Silver hair shakes in two pieces.

The Spirit of Grace is a kind of magic term that refers to accidentally obtained objects, such as potatoes and nuts that have fallen in front of you while walking.

Perhaps the Spirit has graced me, which means that when I use it for fortune, etc., I may get to the answer quite accurately. It can be described as a kind of lucky item.

Since reconnaissance to wharf 8 is in a way like looking for people, the "fortune" of Manuferno might help.

Thus walking for about ten minutes, many merchants and salesmen, mercenaries, merchants and fishermen made their way through the city and came to Wharf 8.

It is not necessarily that the enemy is not watching this movement, so deploy the Awareness Agitation Magic (Imagine Jammer) in full force. This should only seem like a bunch of regular merchants looking at us.

The shaped wharves protruding into the sea are made of shorelines for bordering, made by shredding natural rock formations or piling up stones, with many ships traversed and loading and unloading of luggage by sailors and manpower feet.

The boat has many fishermen, but it is still the merchants who see it. There are many people in Metanostadt with blue or green eyes on white skin and marinoserese merchants with grey or bronze hair on tanned and light black skin. Some of them are rarely dressed travellers who seem to have come from other continents. Officials from countries across the ocean in the Stralian countries may be walking with unfamiliar dressed witchcraft.

- Well, they all look suspicious, but which is it to be fulfilled?

The story of a mercenary man who saved his life in the woods was that at 3: 00 this afternoon, if he delivered "luggage" to the ship at Wharf 8, he would get money...

But it is the contemplation of a despicable and cunning enemy who modifies and raids demons and does not defile his own hands. As soon as I gave him the package, he would be thrown into the sea, or he would be planted in gold with a curse ritual to lose his life.

Whether you're tailing the ship or not, we're going to need to be careful here.

- - By three o'clock today, we have to think of something...

Turn your eyes toward the ocean and the emerald green sea, reflecting the light of day, spread everywhere. I can see how many white sailed ships are floating and moving slowly.

And beyond that I see a number of island-like shadows.

I guess there's a slime paradise going for in there.

"Hmm! I knew... the ocean feels good"

"Brother Gu, no. What are we gonna do with the ship we're headed to the island?

Next to Iola, who stretched like a hippo, she asked me as she cared about her hair dancing in the sea breeze.

Ask Riola, my sister, who shines bright colored eyes. Falia also tunes in to the inquiry.

"That's right, Greg. If we arrange a ship, we won't be able to cross with Slime Island..."

I put my glasses on and lift them up with my fingertips, and I answer them with a good face.

"Fuhaha! Ship, what are you talking about? There's a Sage's Hall on every ship, right?

"Huh?"

"Liar!? No way......!

Iola and Riola raise their voices of surprise.

"Yes, it's not just land, it's on the ocean, because it's a way forward."

"Stunning. Do you have that feature!?

Manuferno moves his glasses in surprise and intriguingly.

"In theory (...), though. I'm in the middle of asking Lentomia and Metius for the final adjustment."

Everyone had a look of surprise and anticipation in my answer.

Continued