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

Tarantia Type Five fell into inclined inaction.

Two of the legs that supported his body were entangled in silver wire, sealing his movements.

"Guuuuu!? Goddamn it... I can't move...!? With such a primitive (...) hand, this type of fives ahhh!?

Guidine screams as she runs her eyes blood.

He seems to have a lot of other legs because he's a spider type, but from what I've seen, he's splitting the eight legs into two pairs (...), each of them replacing his hands and feet.

In other words, there are a total of four metal whips (munchies), assigned as walking legs.

Contrary to the egg of appearance, I can say that there is a flaw that would create a constraint equal to the loss of one leg just because two bottles were tied.

As you can see from the fact that Tarantia Normal, who fought in the World Tree, has delegated control of eight legs to a real spider (spider), multi-legged control is a rather difficult technique.

"Look, guys! Mr. Golem has stopped moving!

A half-elf girl gives her buddies a bounced voice.

"Sage Grecas! It is now."

"Oh, I understand!

I combined "Awareness Agitation Magic (Imagine Jammer)" with "Mucus Magic (Sloudou)" and slammed the mastermind (...) on Gheedin.

"- Uh-oh!?

A running stream of blue-green mucus enveloped its body at once. It sparkled in the morning sun and looked like a beautiful emerald-colored river.

"You had a fight."

Concentrated magic of illusion is sent directly into the brain through the man's skin.

"Ah...... ah?...... guff, guff!? The sun...... no? It's hot. That... the par is glowing. But it's hot... the sea... haha, let's swim..."

Looking up at the sky with his nogging eyes, Guidine removed the wearable golem from the body of a cloak of pants with countless leather bands.

And he began to breaststroke the blue-green "sea of mucus" that spread across the stone corridor. Peppy, it looks really fun because you're seeing hallucinations playing in the sea of the South.

"Phew, now... ok"

I lifted my uneven glasses with my fingertips.

"That was a terrible morning walk..."

"Well. But thanks to you, we had a lovely encounter."

When I pampered the dirt on my pants, I turned to the half-elf girl who helped me.

"Oh, that guy...... what's wrong with you!?

The girl looked at the pant man, who lowered the metal firing cylinder that was on her shoulder to the ground and breaststroke on the ground with a flashing face.

"Oh, you're magically hallucinating."

"Of hallucinations... magic!

When I was old, I looked the same as Plum or Hemperoza, one or two older, but maybe a little older.

She's an adorable little girl with small faces and round, tiny jade eyes.

The same characteristic ear sticks out so much as Lentomia, I can tell it's a half elf.

In other words, there is no way that a child from a high elf could be in a city like this, so it would inevitably be called a "half".

Although half-elf has slight individual differences in growth, until the twenties there should be almost no mistake considering it to be the apparent equals real age......

Afterwards, aging is significantly slower, and from a human standpoint, longevity is as enviable as possible.

"Thank you, thank you for your help."

I thanked him politely.

Of course, a refreshing grin like the morning sun.

Without the support of her truly simple and effective tools of sealing movement with metal wires and spheres, she would have been forced to struggle as it were.

"I knew the glasses guy was a great wizard!? I'm late for my application. My name is Naru. Narlu Artrads. I work in a workshop near here (...)"

The girl, who named herself Narulu, told her so in a healthy voice, she bowed her head in peculiarity.

"Mr. Narulu, you said you work in the workshop. Are you the one who built that tool?

Brighten up my face all the way to my words.

"Yep! It's called the Magic Workshop (Marsenal)" Minomashi Pavilion ". So I made it with everyone in the workshop. I'm still in the prototype phase of" vs., a multi-legged walking golem trap "...... I never thought I could use it in action, and I was lucky! Now we will definitely win the competition hosted by the King's Government.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Sorry!? I can't believe you're lucky to have been attacked..."

Make your eyes black and white, pick up the launcher on the ground and run away, Narulu.

Apparently, that trap (...) was something the King's government had asked for a prototype in a workshop around here.

"Ha, thanks to you, I picked up my life. Thank you very much."

"Ho, is that true?

Tilt your neck at an angle of 20 or 40 degrees.

"Ah!"

"Good......"

The clothes that Nalulu wears are one-piece style plain clothes that city girls wear. Is it for work on top of that, or was he wearing a dirty apron?

There is an embroidered 'Minomashi' that seems to be the mark of the workshop.

"You don't have the luck to be attacked by a pervert in the morning, do you, Sage Grecas?"

Fairy Metius finally jumped out of Robe's collar.

He walked a little bouncing over the shoulder pat and jumped over the injured part of the whip attack.

"Yo!? Yes, the fairy!? Ho, is it real!?

I was surprised all the time Narulu jumped up and came close. Honestly stretched hair shakes sarcastically. And look at Metius with his eyes shining.

"Of course, I'm a resident of this world. Nice to meet you, Mr. Narulu. Thanks for your help."

"Huh yeah!? Awesome! Awesome!?

As always, fairies are very popular. Metius is also accustomed to it, so he flutters away his golden hair in a sooky (and) position.

Shivering back feathers all the way to service, the powder of light dances.

"Wow......! Beautiful!"

"Ugh, I'm glad."

"Whoa, dude! Naru! The person...... the robe! Are you a sage?

"Naru Nei, you're okay!?

A bunch of guys from Narulu came running over watching me and the spider man go to duel.

"Mr. Malbourne! Tilia! It's amazing, you glasses man!

"Huh!?

I was first blinded by a woman who came running shaking her just a ripple of chest. Unbuttoned on her chest and ruffled in a king's government-supplied uniform is a blonde who seems to be over twenty years old.

Then a red-haired boy, about twelve years old with shallow black skin, rushes over saying he did.

It seems that the woman is more Malbourne and the boy is called Tilia.

"Narulu! The wise man, Master Grecas... is a great wizard!

"Huh!? Glasses people fugga!?

Malbourne, who catches Narulu, blocks Narulu's mouth and makes a laugh.

The boy Tilia fled quickly as he picked up a metal cylinder thrown again on the ground.

"I'm sorry, this kid, I don't know the world! hahaha......"

I feel a little sad when I'm too frightened of women and children. It's nothing like being a wise man in the kingdom, but as you can see, he's a normal boy.

The likes of Pram and Hemperoza, who don't draw a line and miss me, are, after all, irreplaceable to me.

"Oh, no. I don't mind. Please be normal..."

"Yes..."

Does Ms Malbourne work for the King's Government? He wears a jacket like the one Monoreder and Scarlet wore, trousers and black leather shoes, but he's generally yore.

Only the eyes with tinted eyes look crisp and cool, but the slightly wavy hair in gold feels appropriate and I'm just tying one behind me.

I know you're supposed to be beautiful, but somehow it feels rough or sloppy.

Plus, I have a slight sense of magic. Probably can use magic.

"Hey! He's a sweet and good man! These glasses people!

"Sage Grecas, you're totally the Glasses Man."

"Well, fine."

And I also feel a slight but magical sign (...) from this naru.

Not strong, but somewhat usable, I guess.

- Well, what's up with the mastermind of the World Tree Golem raid?

When I, um, roared with my hand on my chin, my voice sounded.

"Here it is, Monoreder!

"Sage Grecas, are you all right!?

Looking around quickly, the pair dressed in cute black apparently instantly understood the unusual situation played out in the corridor.

Scarley rushed over here with a small crystal sphere in her hand and contacted me somewhere.

"Sage Grecas, it's you two."

"Oh, this is just fine"

It was a combination of Assistant Monoreder and Assistant Scarlett.

He takes on all kinds of troubles in one hand, a bridge between me and the King's Government.

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