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

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Garage, that's a place filled with men's dreams and romance.

In the middle of a space about 10 merte deep and 5 merte wide, the carriage, the Land Turtle (Gran Turtle), is seated. The four-legged golem that pulls it off, 'Blurb' and 'Full', is sitting down with their legs folded.

The front door is closed because it is cold, but a wide opening is formed by sliding four doors. Summers are open, but cold winters can also be closed this way.

There are two windows on the side, but not enough for brightness, so there is a crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling.

"Guru. Arms, I wonder if this is it?

"Oh, you're doing great. One more, please."

"Let it be!

Tontenkan and Iola are hitting nails with a hammer and putting wooden plates together. I'm scouting Iola, who was relaxing with my sister (Riola) in the living room, and I'm asking her to help me work here.

It's a little cold in the garage, but there's a small firewood stove. With this warming up, me and Iola were working on it.

The floor is made of hardened soil, and Iola and I are pulling a work sheet and working on it with knees, hands, and feet.

Chu? and the rat "Chu Tai" is watching us from the shadows.

What Iola is working so hard on right now is a "arm part" that combines wooden sticks and plates. I connect my elbows with hinged hardware, so if I do magic later, it should work as a golem arm.

"Iola, you've got a pretty good Sunday carpenter"

I looked at Iola's side and hand cutting the board with a pleasant scarecrow.

"Eh heh. 'Cause when I took care of Harua's house, I also helped repair the house and stuff. I climbed the roof of the barn. I don't know what to say to myself, but I think I'm getting pretty good at it."

Hit the nail with a cone cone and a hammer and secure the tree branches and sticks. I do admire the way you treat them.

Iola must have been treasured because she's the type to do anything "there" cleverly. Laundry is also used in this hall to clean, take care of the children of Rana and Lu, and so is Riola's auxiliary housekeeper (...).

Besides, I'm a little nervous in Pram and Hemperoza about handling stranger visitors in the hall, but Iola, who is a boy, well... don't worry.

It helps a lot, but this is how I still rely on Iola's manpower.

"Right. I've been helping with a lot of carpentry work over there."

"Yeah, I can't fix the roof, because my uncle and aunt can't fix it."

"Wow. It's a good thing it helps someone."

"Yeah."

Iola laughs showing a little proud white teeth.

This past summer, when I went to help the village of Tibalagi, I was active in the field work and the boar exorcism, and I said, "I need you to live here already. My daughter-in-law is our… (hereinafter abbreviated)" So much so that my father and the settlers liked and adored me.

Iola lost her hometown and her parents, but it may not be such a distant day to live down the roots again in different parts of the same village.

I feel a little lonely, but I guess one day nesting day will come.

Two years after Riola and I knocked on the door of this hall. It would be nice if you could stay by my side until I grow up...

"I got it! So, what do you do with this?

"Ah, ah! Make it a refurbished part of this Barrel Unit 13. It's easier to balance with an arm, and it's cool."

"Hmm? Hey, Guru, shall we make legs too?

"I don't need legs this time..."

Hmm? And to Iola with her neck up, I lifted my niggles and glasses.

The garage is lined up with cute golem legions, mass-produced 'barrels (bars)'.

It's piled up on the shelf between walls, and at first glance it looks like a wine stash, but the contents are all packed with slime.

But that's not how it all works when it comes to wild natural slime. Some of them are gradually replacing pseudo-mucus life (para slime) derived from my "mucus magic (Sloudou)", or "artificial slime".

Natural products are sticky and powerful and have an irresistible taste. But my artificial slime is submissive and reacts fast. Short lifespan but easy to produce and easy to replace. Besides, if it also provides excellent durability to heat, cold temperatures, etc., then it makes sense to use it in "Barrel (Barr)", which is originally for combat (...).

Well, that was a long story.

It is the significance of today's work to improve only one of these machines and make it a prototype of "Hovercraft Prototype".

While Iola was making her arms, I was putting an old cape on one barrel. Rubber paste from Marinocerese, an adhesive, is used and instantaneously fixed with "Morphological Maintenance Magic (Sonomama)".

Install the skirt in such a manner as to allow it to be worn.

"Then Iola, put that arm in the fitting here and secure it with a candle"

"Like this? Oops."

I get my arm in good shape with Kathari. Originally a barrel "handle," it's a outfit with an arm assembled there by Iola.

"Barrel with a skirt and arms."

"I don't know, I want a face, too."

I say as Iola looks from a little further away. Sure, is it cuter to have a face?

"Anything... ah, let's get the hood part of this cloak on"

"Guru! Then what about this old mop?

"Like."

Beat the cone cone and wooden stick on top, cover the mop and cover the hood portion of the cut old cloak. It's kind of suspicious.

If you frame the face part of the armor you picked up a long time ago, it's perfect.

"You're kind of like an aunt..."

"Uhm. All right! Then let's put on some breasts."

"Er!?

Iola laughs at Kerakera, so she gets evil. From the pile of crap, I don't know if it's part of the armor or or something, but there was something like a round basin of metal, so I tie it with a string to my chest.

It's a mysterious object like Fat Oba, wearing a metal bra. It's even suspicious if it's 'Hovercraft' anymore.

"Haha!?

"Guru, this sucks."

As the two of us held their bellies and laughed, the garage door opened.

It's a small, universal door that leads to the living room dining room.

"Brother Gu, no, Iola? Sounds fun, huh?

"Rest. Even tea between jobs."

It was Riola and Manuferno. Nico brought me some tea and sweets.

"Oh, Manu, Riola! It was just a good spot for Kiri right now."

"Sankiurio"

Phew, and after a job, Ilao and I simultaneously stretched out our hips and received tea from Manuferno with a refreshing smile.

"Crafting. Sounds fun. Boys are good like this..."

"Io, what... this?

The two smiles harden in an instant and their mouths are moving with a tingle.

At the end of his gaze was Obasan Golem, a wine barrel in a skirt and a metal bra.

"Ah!? No......! This one!? Bower flies in the air with his skirt."

"Really!?

The most Iola surprises me. I mean, didn't you explain?

Make something suspicious again! I panicked and wondered if I could put a scratch in it.

"Smile. I'm sorry, Greg. I guess I've been cold lately..."

"Io, you know... you miss me"

Manuferno turned into a mixed look of pity and mercy, and Riola grinned with the utmost tenderness.

"" No. Ugh!?

When you calm down, don't you think we're making something that doesn't give a shit?

Continued