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

"Sage Grecas, it's a ghost. Horrible......"

I peeked anxiously at Metius as he leaked the mosquito's ringing voice.

Blue eyes are pointed at the "ghost" of the white mist rising from the river.

In a white mist, it swings and wraps a white vortex as if a transparent human was moving.

"Don't worry. It's a ghost, apparently... a kind of telescopic magic (Regan)."

Remote Clairvoyance Magic (Reagan) is a magic that synchronizes (synchronizes) the spirit of a natural object (...) in a remote location to obtain information on the spot.

I can't use it, but the finest technique described in the ancient magic book was called "Super (Sen) Remote Clairvoyant Magic (Regan)."

"Well......! Could the witch be looking at this one in" The Magic Mirror "?

The purpose is probably to confirm what they called a "human being who is in some way calling to Tibalagi".

"I don't know where you're looking from, but probably.... I can't say I like peeping."

"I'm thrilled!

"Shh... Loud voice"

I shoved my excitement fairy into my chest pocket, coughing appropriately. And then again, Faria and I walk side by side, disguising ourselves as a wind unaware of the presence of ghosts, etc.

"I'm hungry, and let's go home and have some sausage"

"Ah, ah."

The bar reading line sounds like Faria's addy.

"Metti, record and analyze the surrounding magic fluctuations."

"I've already done it, sage Grecas. Inside the pocket… although a little narrow"

"A little patience, I asked."

"It's up to you"

If you analyze the pattern of magic fluctuations used, you will know which magic language (code) system is used. That would also give the wizard a great deal of consideration as to which horse (...) bone (...).

That's why we need to quietly identify ourselves passively (passively) so that they don't notice us here.

"I'm hungry, let's go home and get some sausage."

"Faria... don't you have another line? It's the third time."

Unexpectedly twitch in with a low voice, while elbowing Faria.

"Huh? Right.... I'm hungry, let's go home and have some bread"

"... I asked you for an add-on. I was an idiot."

"What no? What an idiot!

"That's not what I meant!?

I push it all the way back because Faria comes close to me staring at me.

"... chatter... escort...?

'I don't mind...... in that way... you must have noticed...'

I heard a conversation between Hisohisso and a foggy ghost whispering low.

It was good to be stuck with Faria. The white fog ghosts thought of us as "witchcraft dull female warriors and amateur apprentice wizards."

It is possible that Yo (more) and the other side are "pretending not to notice" this way, but after numerous real-life battles and numerous (and also) improvements, the effect of my perceived agitation magic (Imagine Jammer) is effective whether the target is a Necromancer or a Remote Clairvoyant Magic.

Falia and I walk to a hall about a hundred mertes away from the haunted ghosts.

When the ghosts finish checking out the five carriages, they seem to be looking around in a yurayura shake.

The night mist rising from the river crept into one side per, but it also enclosed the sage's hall, which was "parked" in a very remote area.

The Sage Hall has a powerful cover-up magic (Imagine Jammer) and cover-up magic (Stealth Coat), so it should only look like a "normal carriage" to the Misty Ghosts.

"... there's a carriage... five... six?

"... those are those two..."

Looking at the "carriage" that the ghosts look away from, but I thought it was our carriage.

"Greg, they're in the hall...!

"I'm fine. They don't see the hall. If we don't find out, we'll just keep doing this."

If you touch the defensive junction (shield) that protects the building from boulders, or if someone makes a scene inside, you'll find out, but if it stays that way, you won't be noticed...

- Greg! Something's here!?

"Les, Lentomia!?

I could hear Lentomia screaming through a silver ring. Was it something like a boulder-leading wizard that should have been sleeping in the hall that jumped up? Apparently, he felt a mysterious magic wave that simulated (...) on the fog.

- Ugh! What's Greg doing!?

Gala! and the upstairs study window opened. Lentomia looks around at the nightclub where she sank into the darkness for a moment as she rides herself out of the demonic frame in a sleeping roll like a white tank top.

Then you found the white fog ghosts, let's narrow our eyes!? and hoisted his eyebrows.

- Right there!? I'm gonna kick your ass!

"Seriously! Not now!

"Huh?"

I yelled at the silver ring. Faria looks alternately at the ghost, me, and Lentomia, and hesitates with the mundane.

'... something... signs? ……

"... there's no one in the carriage... but..."

"First off!

A play in the corner is wasted if you are noticed here. You can't find out here for my whispering pleasure of getting into Tibalagi without noticing the enemy and revealing who he is there at once.

"Gosh - 'Blurb' huh!

"Bullshit!"

Reacting to the order, a blurb instantly jumped out of the garage at maximum battle speed kicked the ground with four legs of iron to pierce the garden tip at once. Running outside the boundaries of the hall shaking the ground doddly.

I instantly rolled out the perceived agitation magic (Imagine Jammer) to disguise myself as a "horse" and propelled it towards the ghosts.

"... Horses -!?"

"... chip!... the force field... disturbed... '

"Leaving..."

The presence that was taking a distorted peek into the night fog scratched away in an instant. Probably solved the magic sync.

The foggy, diseased wine barrel golem is doodled! And as I hissed and turned, he rushed over to where I was and quietly stopped.

"Bull...... Brrrrrr!

"Okay, okay... I missed you"

"Greg, now you're kicking ass!?

"A horse marvels at the darkness of the night, runs wild... often. But thanks to you, I got a lot of information."

"Ha! Sage Grecas. Thanks to your time, I understand."

Metius fluttered out of my chest pocket and made me wield clear feathers.

Against the backdrop of the pale light of phosphorescent magic (Will O Sprite) that floats in the dark, yeah! and stretch.

"The constituent language is the ancient Ephtalian cryptographic language. It's a magical language secretly spoken in the northern part of the country and in the Prussian Empire."

"I see. Now you can't predict who the mastermind is."

It would be the eighteenth of the wizards of Prussia when it comes to these kinds of Kosovo and the magic to hide and use. I'll never forget, the white saints who manipulated my people - Badjob.

No way, there will be no resurrection, but is someone similar to it getting into a leap?

Previously the northern harbour town of Popolato, and this time the doomed cold village of Tibalagi in the north. The aim is also to plunder Metanostadt's power and difficult borders... Think of it that way and I'll be connected to this one.

"Grecas, what are you talking about?

"Faria, this journey was rigged. Probably by the wizards of Prussia."

"Pruh...... Shea!?

Faria blinks her eyes and frowns.

- "Silent Country" Prucia.

It is the country that unites Isaan, the northernmost continent in the world where wise and careful people are supposedly living.

Faria, home of the female warrior, lies the country in the far north beyond the Pharaxos mountains to the north of Rudens.

It is a silent nation that calls itself a country of silence, minimises the need to interact with others, and never enters the surface stage.

"Gre! Now...... remote magic!? Were you being peeked at?

Lentomia jumped out of the hall in a hurry to get dressed.

"Oh my goodness. Lentomia, apparently...... you are"

Now it seems that the journey to the village of Tibalagi is finally no longer at peace.

Continued