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

"Sales rep for a group of sea dragon artisans (Seadun Makers)... Mr. Gheedin?

"Yes, thank you for picking me up, wise man"

The man, with a smile like a paste, lowers his head with a pepper.

In front of me was a man named the sales rep of a group of artisans (Makers) who manufactured the golem.

She mows her grey bronze hair beautifully and wears a tailored southern ethnic costume. The long kimono is uniquely designed to tie strings to the side rather than to the front of the body.

The tough looking flesh is unusually uplifting and doesn't seem like sales.

Sure, it must be an outfit, but I get the impression that a lot of craftsmen who support Metanostadt lived in Forgotten Hope (Foggerhops) Ri, which did not seem to have floated.

"Let me show you how to demonstrate the new golem today. Come on, come here."

In a polite tone, he smiles and points across the alley with his hands.

Would it have been in the square so that we could test drive the golem ahead?

The Sea Dragon Craftsmen Group (Seadun Makers) is Marinocerese's largest military company.

All four of the golems that attacked us in the World Tree were stolen from their secret factory.

"Sage Grecas, it's kind of suspicious."

The fairy Metius is the one who hears it.

He would be the girl's intuition (...). Of course, I do not intend to make advice unobstructed.

"To corporate people alone, I wonder if it's discipline. I feel faster than I promised..."

The time of the appointment is 9: 00 a.m. But it's only past 8: 30 now.

I was going to take a stroll through this "Forgotten Hopes Ri" at the end of my time.

Expand search magic (Gogol) with just your gaze.

Beyond becoming a wise man of the kingdom, it also means preservation (...), refraining from "searching" for sensitive information and documents related to the suspected Royal Metanostadt Army and the King's Government.

Except against external forces.

Search for this man's name with the keyword "Seadun Makers" staff roster just in case.

The answer was found immediately. It is indeed on the register (...). The problem is the contents of that roster......

Search magic (Gogol) gathers information so quickly and accurately that the keywords are clear.

A translucent framed "magical window" emerges in front of me, reflecting a fragment of the record.

"Don't worry. There's been no drain since we got into the city."

"... right?"

When I walk outside, I always develop the Sage Sect and the Enemy Sect (Circle).

All you have to do is make it chant and run at what level.

If you want to compare it to a five-level alert level when walking in the Wang capital, about the third alert level. This is the same level of vigilance as when walking in the depressed woods.

Unlike the woods, intelligence (a little) and magic interference (hacking) are actually carried out by wizards from other countries who are lurking.

I must deal with these "invisible magic battles", which are also the top wizards of the kingdom.

Previously, I was harassed by infecting 'Reverse Osmosis (Virus) Autonomous Driving Ceremony (APPLECT)' from one end to the other, but now that I've grown up, I'm different.

I deliberately lure him into the broken (dust) part of the junction that made him seem fragile, making him think he could "break through" the junction of the wise. If you give him more false information, he'll have the magic of a wise man. To this extent, this is the weakness! dimension of contemplation, or confusion.

In the meantime, I carefully collect and collect the opponent's magic properties, hands, and surgeon's magic unique waveform patterns.

When there is an incident (…), you can simply use this information to step out of the person.

From time to time, this enemy magic information accumulates in the Millennium Library (Southern Library) of phase space. Let's just say he's a gentleman and a peaceful man.

Looks like they caught about two already today. From the magical surgical pattern, he seems to be a Marinoserese operative and an operator from the countries of the Strasse. Marinocerese detected this one a few minutes ago, just before we got to this street.

I flip the sage's robe and walk.

"This is going to be a great day."

"Well? The way you laugh... it doesn't look good in the morning sun."

"Huh? Well, I guess so"

I meant to give you a refreshing look, but that's crazy, right?

When I noticed, the number of people crossing the street had also increased more than earlier.

Different from the hard-faced officials of the King's government. In front of me, a workshop craftsman hurries to work with a toolbox and heads to the workshop to buy breakfast. The boy with the bread in his hands overtakes us.

"This way."

When the sales rep named Goodeen, who was going ahead, stopped, he palmed an unpopular alley that extended beside the street.

The morning sun, inserted diagonally from the gap in the city's buildings, is glowing Chile in the air. The path continued like a fantastic corridor of light.

"Is this...?

Looking at it, the road seems to lead to a huge rock mass that could be considered the foundation of the Royal Metanostadt Castle. Let's light it up against the map I remember in my head, and it's supposed to be the restricted area ahead, the jurisdiction of the defense forces guarding the Royal Castle.

"Come on in. I'm ready for you over here."

The sales rep stops about five mertes ahead and invites me.

"Sage Grecas......"

Metty was inside my collar, and I knew I was going to harden myself.

I stepped straight into the alley. Whether there was some kind of bond, or just because of my temper, the murmur went far.

The concave path, made of stone scraps, seemed quite old and columns like columns of columns continued all the time. The air is limp and the road width is about five mertes. The cut sky is linear and brilliant blue.

Only the trick and two stiff shoe sounds.

"By the way, sales rep"

"Yes, what is it?

Guidine responds without stopping or looking back.

"Since when do we reposition to sales?

Katsun, and my leg stops.

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After a long silence, he looks back with a giggy and a rusty iron door-like sound.

There was a hard sticking "smile mask" on that face that was specific to the sales profession and detached from the emotions.

"Surely, until a year ago, you were with the R&D Department, the Special Magic Weapons Development Agency?

It was, which means it was before.

In the ancient (...) roster (...), this man's name was indeed on it.

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Shake your shoulders about what's funny. An area of black shadow and light paints a crisp contrast in an ancient corridor.

"About a year ago they took responsibility for the removal (...), … the failure (...) of some research (...)?

"... Gu, gu...! Really... I finally understand, what your... sage horror means! Clarity......! Really... really horrible, okay?"

When the mask peeled off, the face of madness, anger and hatred was there. With his face facing this way, his body changed direction with glitter.

"Oh, no, if they offend me, I apologize"

"Sage Grecas! It's too late!?

Metty rocks my ear in a panicked voice.

Sure, they're not even going to hide who they are anymore.

"It's your fault...! My great research......! Uncover the secrets of the ancient treasures (...) of the Tai Ancient, the semi-entomous... experiment with the weaponization of inferior organisms...! You interrupted that... my life promised success... my life. Ah!

Kaha! and Gheedin stripping his white eyes and floating blue muscles.

That's where I hit Pong by accident.

"One thing on the South Island! Oh, I remember."

We fought a black slime on the island of the semiinsects called Paradise Island, forced to run wild (...) by the treasure sword of Anjorn.

- A sword that has the magic of charm and takes people's hearts with gold. "Golden (Kinetech) Dawn (Holresort)"

The evil hunk of curse that tried to swallow the world was inherently an abuse of the trait of manipulating people's hearts with golden charm, held by treasure swords.

We fought alongside brave people like Colo and Quackinta, and smashing that ambition is new to memory.

"Gu, gufu! That's not all...! World Tree, another relic of the great prehistoric civilization finally found there! Keeper of the Gate... even Proxyan Coral, you."

Looks like you quit your sales job entirely. He flies a finger at me and stares sharply at me.

"Were you involved too..."

I see. But thanks to you, I was finally able to solve it.

I mean...

A summer ago, he guided and fled the Anjones, the remnants of the Four Heavenly Kings of Canloon, who were supposed to have been connected to the prison, and allowed experiments using the power of that sword to be carried out on the southern island.

The ship we were using at that time and the collaborators' carriage were made by a group of Marino Serese artisans (Makers) because one of them was chewing.

But it was stopped by us.

Is it true that the next target was the 'Proxyan Coral', with the same power as the world tree and the treasure tools that slept at the bottom of the land where it occurred?

But that should be the story after this man was already taken responsibility for his experimental failure on the South Island and resigned from his position.

It's hard to even think that one case of the world tree was all partitioned out by personal grievances (...) alone.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! I will kill you here! Guuuuuuuuuuuu!

Biki, something started twitching with Biki and his whole body. Precisely, something's moving under my clothes.

"Resentment is a good place too. Think about what you did!

"Fugi not good! Shut up!"

No, he can't.

The anger and hatred that prevented the plan and the doings, not once or twice, is beyond reckoning.

But I have no sympathy.

"Well, it's horrible, sage Grecas!

"I just want to run, but don't bother getting attacked off my back"

Metty hid herself inside the robe's collar.

At the next moment, when Gheedin's entire body of clothes ripped through a bump, he tore it to shreds from the inside. And a bunch of things appeared like munchies glowing silver from inside.

"Yikes!?

"Whew!?

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! and the sound of cutting the air, and the metal bars piercing the ground one after the other.

That was eight thin metal bars in all.

A band of leather that bonds the whole body in a critical way. There are eight spider-like leg-shaped metal bars stretched from the back. They move with a critical sound and let the man's body float into the air.

I thought you were completely naked, but wearing just pants is at least comforting.

"Guuuuuuuuuu! Look at that!" Attachment (Wearable) Combat Golem, Tarantia V (Type Five)! ", Sage Grekaaaas! Here and now... I'll tear you apart. Ugh!?

"Oh man, that's more fun than I ever imagined from the morning."

Continued