The Sage's Hall, The New (New)/Land Turtle (Gran Turtle), is magic designed to travel ashore only.
The principle is "let the house float and walk on the ground", which seems ridiculous at first glance, but it's actually a super advanced chunk of magic technology.
By allowing my Tiger Child Magic, the "Isolated Junction," to be super-driven (over accelerator) by Lentomia's Circular Ring Magic (Cycloa), I am cutting off the ground about 30 merte in diameter from space to space and making it walk as just about 100 kilograms by weight.
The answer is no if you ask if you can do the same thing if you are a wizard at state representative level.
Because it was achieved by combining my wisdom, called the wise, with the magic of Lentomia - a circular ring magic (cycloa) conceived by the great wizard Alberina, who lived for nearly 300 years if he corrected the original.
And beyond being space-by-space detached, if you put it in the water, it floats puffy, and the water never penetrates.
The problem is propulsion, but I'm not going to put a sail on the roof of the mansion right now, so I'm going to use another method.
In other words, you can swim.
Now I deform the two legs I use for walking and proceed like a watermark...... I plan to.
"Convinced. If so, I'll have to change my name."
"Oh, well. You're not going to be a land turtle... the sea?
Manuferno and Riola, who heard the explanation, are flowering quickly into the women's talk. Indeed, it has to be called the New Sea Turtle (Marino Turtle).
"Hmm? Is Iola and Faria...?
As soon as the description of the Sage's Hall began, Iola and Faria disappeared flirtatiously.
Looking around, he was at a stall near the wharf where fishermen were opening. Seems to have been drawn to the fragrant scent that drifts from it.
Apparently, a "squid grill" stall that soaked freshly caught squid in a sauce of fishing soy and baked it on a charcoal fire.
They both look delicious mixed up with the locals.
But Metanostadt merchants and travelers from other countries are not used to eating squid with creepy looks. Some have a blatantly disgusting look.
I walked you with Manuferno and Riola.
"Io, you look delicious"
"Ah, Guru! This is delicious!
Iola offered to skewer this way, dripping squid feet from her mouth.
Manuferno looks a little confused, and Riola shakes her head, "Wow, I'm fine".
It's delicious.
Apart from Iola, the untrustworthy eater, I guess the grilling of squid is a high hurdle for humans in Metanostadt's continental cultural area (...).
"Uhm! It tastes like sea meat. Fish and squid are all meat."
Faria seems to be a meat egalitarian, meat, fish and everything "meat," and I don't care if it's squid or whatever. I've already started eating the second one in a luxurious way.
Iola and Faria, which feels exactly like a "food culture cut-in captain," but all the guests around are local port workers and young people.
From their point of view, the hunting ethnic Rudens of the North are probably rare. It looks unusual to see a beautiful faria with white and silver hair eating squid.
Nevertheless, there is no way that they would feel bad about a rare foreigner who eats their food as delicious, turning a favorable grin, and some are speaking casually.
"I'll have one, too. How much?"
"Ten pelucas, but I don't get any money because I got one of your guys."
A well-deserved aunt smiled and handed me a freshly baked squid.
It is true that Marinoserese can be used in conjunction with the local transit peluca and the Goldo of the Kingdom of Metanostadt. One gold coin, or one goldo, should be worth a hundred pelucas.
Well, I can't even crack gold coins, so the rest is chips.
I have no hesitation. When I hit the squid grill, the texture of the onions and the scent of the sea spread through my mouth. Above all, I couldn't help but notice the fragrance like soy sauce I miss: "Yummy!" I scream.
Beyond distant memories, I remember the flavors I ate in the summer ocean.
- Sure squid poppy...... popper? Or something, it was sold under that name, right?
"Surprise. You eat Greg too, huh?
"Hmm? 'Cause it's delicious, squid."
Manuferno is narrowing his eyes behind his glasses.
For some reason, I told a local young man, "You're one of us! ♪ I get hit on the shoulder like that ♪
"By the way, auntie. Doing business on this wharf every day?
"Oh, yeah. Every day, except on rainy or stormy days."
Shaking a wide range of bodies with a doya face, I say charcoal flames patterned with uthiwa.
"Have you seen the weird ship?
"There are many ships. I go in and out many ships every day. But..."
I guess you assumed my inquiry was for chips. My aunt pointed to a medium-sized carrier moored behind wharf eight all the way in the chin.
It was like a container ship carrying lumber and luggage. Large openings with no steps that allow the carriage to be loaded as well, like ferries, are pointed at the wharf.
"When I came here a week ago, you dropped off a big carriage with no strange windows... Then I arrived again this morning and waited for you without unloading or anything. That's creepy."
My aunt, who sees the harbor every day, finds it uncomfortable, and a large carriage without windows dropped off a week ago.
- It's a bingo.
"Thanks. Squid poppies, they were delicious."
"Take a few more for your souvenir. And this is Soy Roast Squid."
We went back to the hall to rendezvous with our friends, laughing unexpectedly at the fashionable name.
Continued