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

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A very good autumnal sunny sky stretches out in the morning.

A small winged dragon (Wyburn) flies loosely through the clear blue sky.

From the north gate of the Wang capital, Metanostadt, this is the front square of the mall, just a short walk in.

I drove the carriage with Luroni in the early morning, and here I am.

Early in the morning, there are many carriages and people around.

Most of them are carriages that come from nearby villages and settlements to sell vegetables and cereals. There are also many Caravan Squad carriages that have carried traded goods from neighbouring countries.

It is also here that Iola comes with Harua to sell potatoes and produce.

The square combines parking gardens, and when carriages stop to sell vegetables and cereals, buyers arrive as crowds do, buying and selling is concluded one after another.

It seems that this is also responsible for acting as a market for the giant city and Wangdu Metanostadt.

I pulled the reins and pulled the Land Turtle (Gran Turtle) into a discreet spot while guiding the two magical horses Full and Blurb.

"All right, we're here."

"Come on in!

When you stop, Lu jumps out of your seat.

After a light landing that makes no noise, I don't forget to hold the knife down on my hips and turn off the sound.

"Then the awkward man is in this. It's gonna be a little late to get home."

"Oh, be careful. Call me at 'it' if you need anything."

"Thank you for everything."

When he lowered his head, the cat-eared swordsman (Serveria) disappeared into the mess.

"It" for communication is an earlier crystal sphere (...) of the pinky finger embedded in the pattern of Lu's favorite knife.

Crystals have the power to accumulate and maintain magic. It was applied to make them chant and remember magic ceremonies for communication.

Anything embedded in Lu's knife can respond to voices and communicate magically with me.

Until now, Lu and I had no means of contacting each other directly, but some children were waiting for their return in the sage hall, so we had a means of communication for them later.

This allowed me to communicate with almost everyone in the hall. Nevertheless, I only had a one-on-one call network centered around me.

Ultimately, we will not be talking about a distant future where the day will come when we will evolve and become more convenient by the time we are free to call, as in the case of mobile phones (...).

So much so that the Kingdom's advances in magical communication technology are remarkable.

There was also a change in the square where the carriage was parked that made me feel the signs.

The walls of the commercial hall (* a commercial union facility that combines accommodation and warehouse) immediately after entering the North Gate reflected a variety of information through a combination of the "All World Magic Communication Network (World Live)" and the "Slide Projection Magic Fixture (Magina Projector)".

Price quotes for wheat and soybeans, crops in short supply, and excess crops. Other information related to the market, such as the political situation in each country and the planned events related to the King's Government, is reflected as a moment and a letter.

Merchants and intermediaries gather information here and run to make more of their own money.

It is the merchant guild that runs this information posting, but this seems to be due to the support of the King's government, aimed at making the economy more efficient and revitalized.

"The world is changing little by little…"

I jumped from the carriage passenger seat.

I came here today on business of military relations with the King's government, so I have no companions. Metius is with me to be exact, but now he's hiding in the gaps in the book.

Lu said he was going to the dojo, so he accompanied him by carriage to Wangdu, but this evening he acted differently.

Speaking of how are the other faces doing......,

Lentomia has stayed in the Royal Magic Society quarters since yesterday and has not returned. I'll show you a bath when I get home. I'm sure you'll be happy.

Lentomia, one of the kingdom's premier wizards, works as part of a project team to analyze "artifacts" obtained from Holy Sword Battleships and Regiosculls. Of course, I'm a part of it, so sometimes I have a good time with my peers (...).

Pram, Hemperoza, and Rana are studying in the village school building.

I'm worried they're getting it without a proper sleep, but no, they're in high school (...), so they'll be solid around there.

Manuferno, Spiano, and Riola are, of course, in the middle of parenting at home and leave a message. Laundry for cleaning, cooking and looking busy and hard, but working very enjoyable.

Iola started today in the village of Finobocchi, where she seems to help harvest wheat, and she popped out of the doozy in the morning.

There are a lot of people with similar temporary help, and it seems to reward them properly from the village chief. Iola seems to be going to save it and make it an expense when she goes to Tibalagi.

In retrospect, Iola seems to have given up her big dreams of wanting to be a brave man or a knight, but she never rots, and it is commendable that she was willing to work with her feet on the ground.

Is it because of Riola and her hometown that she wants to return to someday, or... is it possible to say that Harua has changed Iola's fate?

"Okay, 'Full', 'Blurb', I asked you to leave a message here."

"Full!"

"Blurb!"

- Locking magic (secure).

With gaze guidance, chant an anti-theft magic formula from a tactical information display (tactics).

When I flicked the sage's robe, I started walking down the street. Someone on the road said, "Ah?" I look like a sage with glasses, "but I'm used to it.

"Well, where was the Golem Exhibition Hall?

I'm heading to the pre-presented rendezvous point.

Walk through the barracks set up in the city and around the royal castle for about twenty minutes. of the west side of the big castle as I noticed it, was just coming behind my back.

It was like a back alley with really old shops.

"Meti, come out. It's the perfect place for us."

"... well? Did you even go into the library?

The fairy Metius finally popped up.

Fluffy up and looking around, I tremble my transparent feathers, sooo! and breathed air through his nose to sparkle his eyes.

"Well! Somehow, it smells like an old city. You had a place like this in Methanostat too!... is that the back of the castle (...) if you think it's kind of a shade?

Metty looks up at the castle once more. There must be a sister, Princess Snoovel, and a son-in-law, Prince Ergonote, on the heavenly side of the high castle.

"They say 'Forgotten Hope Ri' here. You don't have to remember if you're here. It's a curse. It's a very common neighborhood."

"Well......!

It smells like an old house somewhat damp. The cobblestone path, about three mertes wide, doesn't seem to see the depth of the street, but continues about a hundred mertes with a bend.

The store structure is far from the "newest building" in South Chase and many other old stone buildings that are still likely to collapse.

According to search magic (Gögor), this area is also known as the Old Town among Metanostadt, where the Royal Metanostadt built a village here in the very early days and grew it into a town… and an ancient history.

To the left and right of the street, there are indeed traditional "authentic" shops selling armor to various tools and weapons, as well as magic-related tools and catalysts.

Authorized stores and proudly stamped stores are royal and government stores.

Some stores are hesitant to enter through doors, unable to see from the outside what they are making.

They would be called magic workshops (marsenals), which make magic tools such as so-called "crystal spheres". If you look closely, you put up a sign like that.

Unsurprisingly, advanced magic tools are born in these small workshops in Lower Town.

And despite feelings like a small back alley, the atmosphere of the people on the road had changed from gallery.

Obviously there are a lot of people in the wind such as wizards, young people who feel like bachelors in the way they are picking something up, decent men who look like officials of the king's government, etc.

And from time to time, busy going down the road are artisanal dwarves with ingredients or some sort of artisanal apprenticeship half-elf girl.

"Hmm, I kind of miss you, calm down"

"You do feel like a good fit for Master Grecas, the wise man..."

Metty looks ridiculous in the mouth.

Beyond distant memories, there's such an atmosphere, like a street selling suspicious parts in the back alley of a nerd sanctuary.

And one man approached me. He wears long hemp clothes that reach his long toes. That's a Southern costume.

"You're a wise man, I've been waiting for you"

"What about you?

"I'm late for my application. I am in charge of sales (...) of the Marino Serese group of sea-doon makers, my name is Guiddine."

Continued