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

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Late at night, the tactical information display (tactics) is noisy.

The two "red light points" that have stopped moving indicate intruders into the world tree. Furthermore, a dozen "blue light points" indicating the mushroom golems move around the perimeter to draw a circle.

Perhaps the mushrooms are even dancing in the victory dance.

"Is this the real mushroom..."

Weaving a sage's robe, ready to leave, I laugh "duh" alone.

It's an interesting joke. I just want someone to ask...... they're all asleep. My partner, Metius, is now asleep in the gaps of the book as well. It's a shame.

and a group indicated by the "green light point" proceeds to sew that gap. The number of people is about eight. It was like Sir Rembrandt, the knight, was the guard unit of the World Tree that rushed him to the scene.

The guards marching in a neat line, when they reached the two red light points that stopped moving, apparently restrained their physique and began to return again to their original path. And then we'll take the carriage back to the World Tree Village (here).

"Let's go check it out."

Even though I informed Sir Rembrandt, I'm not the only one in the mood to sleep. I'm also concerned about the identity of the thief, but above all, he got excited and blinded by the first triumph of the mushroom golem.

From the Sage Hall to the heart of the World Tree Village (Yolabertige), it's about 300 Merte journeys. It's just right for a midnight walk because you're not even that far away.

When I laid my hand on the front door, a shadow accidentally appeared out of the dark.

"Wah!?

I was a little surprised when I was poked in the void because I didn't expand in the hall, such as the Interpersonal Enemy Boundary (Circuit).

"Sage, it's dangerous to walk alone."

"What a spiano......! Don't threaten me."

That was the spearno of the dog-eared mom. Why are you here at midnight like this? Is it toilet, or child's milk?

"This is a remote, disturbed land with all sorts of forces. I don't care about walking alone at night."

I could see Spiano sharpening his eyes in thin lights. A crystal lamp's constant night light illuminates the entrance hall with a light like a light candle.

Spearno's outfit, if you look at it, looks like black training clothes up and down. It's like we're going outside now.

"Just go to the base where Sir Rembrandt is. Looks like a thief broke in."

"... with a crocodile. It must be noisy, Ess."

"You know what I mean?

"Um, signs and sounds...... There's been air since the last minute... with Zawazawa."

"I see."

So is Lu, but Spiano also has a sharp sensation. Besides, I've been trained to break in and scout before.

"That's why I'm offering you Ora."

"Come on, you can't. What about the kids? Your body's not in the mood, is it?

"I'm fine now. Lu cats and kids sleep well until morning these days. Ola... I feel fat, so I feel like moving!

Hmm! Hmm! and Spiano to start squatting. Dog ears shake like bobcuts.

"Uh, okay, okay. But it's a midnight walk, maybe a little dangerous, huh?

"Then I can't just let Sage Squirrel go here. Sage SS is this herd... the leader of the house, from the Lord."

Spiano said with a serious face. Apparently, he's seriously worried about me.

"Ugh, um. All right. Shall I come with you?"

I also feel like Lu is going to be mad at me, but now I'm special. Consider the excuse that parenting is also stressful.

Besides, the Dark Night mission may be quite fun for Spiano.

"Rockstone Sage, you have to."

Spiano bracketed a short protective knife behind his hips as he glowed his emerald-colored eyes.

Considering the possibility of fellow bandits lurking, it's comforting in case.

Even if you're confident that there's no way you're going to lose magically, because you might be using substandard (...) techniques, like the leader of the Bandits the other day, or a murder darker.

"Shall we then?"

Roger that, Les.

I fly one phosphorous magic (will-o-whisp) a few mertes ahead. And dressed to follow it, he began walking towards a world tree village that sank into darkness.

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"You're making me feel crazy."

"Certainly under the Midnight World Tree...... that's scary"

A bright atmosphere during the day is a turning point, and night is still a demonic realm for humans.

Zawa... Zawa, DUOO..., OOO... and from far above, a disturbed airflow hits the branches of the world tree, causing an irregular sound to descend.

That sounds like a groan or a whisper.

Watch your step.

"Spiano is the one who's in trouble if something happens..."

Watching a dog ear and tail one step ahead, I'm a heartbeat.

"... Sage ss is a sweet ss. But Ola owes me more than that."

"Spiano......"

Me and Spiano didn't leave, and eventually we reached the garrison.

In addition to the Enemy Junction (Circle), Spiano's eyes and ears moved forward vigilantly around him, but he saw no disturbing figures.

The garrison, to say it's late at night, is lit by the yellow light of lush crystal lamps. A guide soldier led us quickly.

"Lord Grecas, the wise man, are you here!

"Yeah, I think I took the thief, for once."

Meet Sir Rembrandt again. Spiano will also be introduced and given permission to accompany him.

"They seem to have been spoiled, tying their whole bodies to mushroom golems. Speaking of fast soldiers, the mushroom golems were dancing in circles around the falling two."

"Ha ha..."

What a merchant that is...... or it would have been a nightmare sight for a thief.

Deep down, there was something like a simple detention center where two men were kept separately.

He nods in the corner, clutching and shivering with his head.

He was a young man and a middle-aged skinny man.

We both have dark grey hair on shallow black skin. The outfit is a combination of pants tied under the knees like the one worn by the Israelis in the desert country and a relaxed shirt. Shades are a combination of black and blue that blends into the dark night.

Spiano has similar outfits, so I accidentally compare them.

"of Israel... and the people of the Sand Fox in the West."

"Really?

"Mushrooms... mushrooms... grow Ugh!?

You seem to be seeing terrible hallucinations because you inhaled spores.

I keep whining in exotic ethnic languages but I could understand what I was talking about with translation magic (yactus) but Lord Rembrandt doesn't seem to know.

"Excuse me. It's really hard to say. Please..."

Sir Rembrandt was in trouble and asked if we could do an interpreter.

Continued