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

At midnight, trying to sneak into the world tree were two dubious men.

It's a professional burglar, even if it's based on possessions and outfits such as scoops and ropes. He was probably after metal fragments or 'relics' or something from the Holy Sword Battleship.

"I would like to hear from these people that there is no one who can speak the regional language of Israel...... can you ask the wise man for an interpreter?

"I don't mind."

Respond sayingly. If the knight Sir Rembrandt is in trouble, he naturally cooperates.

Looking at the back of the detention center, the two people lumped with the phrase, "Spore of Illusion," which was put on the cotempan by the mushroom golems, are seeing hallucinations and it doesn't seem easy to listen.

Since yesterday, I've been taking off both my skin and my skin, but I can't afford to sell it. Sir Rembrandt expressed his gratitude with the men of the Guard who came into the room.

"It's good to have Spiano."

Sage Sz can speak the national language of Israelis, too!

Spiano turns an honest, admirable eye.

'If it sounds like you're talking, fine. This is magic, too. "

"... convenience."

The knights Rembrandts hear me and Spearno having a fluent (...) conversation, and they have a voice of admiration.

- Translation magic (yactus)

Derivative magic of search magic (Ggol), but as a knowledge system, it would be one of the most powerful magics you can use.

Instantly the search fairies (search angels) gather the words, assemble the contexts, and interpret the infinite number of books that sleep in the Millennium Library (Southern-Library).

It is some stubborn Dwarves and biological elves, as well as remote minorities like these, who do not speak the official languages of the Titi Continent.

Not only are those words excellent, but they can also be interpreted as primitive languages of semi-ininsects (Innosexians) and demonic words.

Once upon a time, a favorite scholar or magician wrote down the records he studied.

Okay, let's get back to business.

"What are you doing here? Can you answer me honestly?

Me and Spiano confronted the men and asked for their purpose, separating the plaid like a bamboo (Bamboo).

…… ……

The two don't shut up and try to crack their mouths. Though it is still an attempt (...), depending on attitude, severe punishment is possible.

From what I saw, he was an Israelite and even mentioned his tribal name that Spiano was a 'sand fox people'.

Exploring the literature with search magic (Gögor), I see. It certainly looks like a tribe living in the drier mountains further west of the Vavilinian district, a mining zone in western Israel.

Diving into the ancient remains that people are all poor and numerous in lean lands, many people make their living by stealing sleeping artifacts.

"I mean, Ora too... I was just doing it"

I lurk my voice a little bit and cloud my expression.

The "Grey Wolf Brigade (Odessara Gypse)" to which Spiano belonged was one of them. It was a band of bandits who vandalized ruins and sometimes even undertook assassinations in search of legendary treasures (...).

Leading was the brown dark elf, Alberina, a said Phantom who has lived all over the place while changing his identity on a ten-year basis. A distracting, long-lived witch.

- An ancient relic...? The Holy Sword Battleship is like its best balls.

Did you also come to this world tree with an extension of the burglary? Even so, the district of Vabilinia and this place are also 500 Kilomerte away. Wouldn't it be easier to go on an expedition?

'If you don't tell us, it's the knight's turn over there next. You look serious, but when you start interrogating me... it sounds pretty egregious, doesn't it?

I shook my head to the side and spoke sympathetically to one of the thieves. And look out for Sir Rembrandt with a fair face.

The knight rattles the armor he has worn, hanging his hand on the sword. And then he hung up the corner of his mouth with a play-handed grin. Coupled with the lighting, it became quite a compelling act.

The young man finally seems to have broken his heart when a knight who seems to be serious showed "the darkness of his heart".

"Hi..., yu, forgive me, Dana! Please... we were told by an ancient art dealer in the West (...)... we just came! They said they'd buy it for a high price...... so '

Another middle-aged man said, 'Don't be stupid!' Yell, 'but it's too late.

So I combined translation magic (Yactus) with audio augmentation magic (Megaphonia) and started streaming the translated audio so Sir Rembrandt and the others in the room could hear it.

"Hmm? An ancient art dealer? What's your name? '

'I don't know. The surrogate came to us. Don't you want to earn money on your expedition to Marino Serese because you have all your travel expenses? and brought it up'

'... that's a generous story, Tess. Sure, a broker from a western country (...) comes to buy rare items, sss. But mostly it's otis to get bought cheap, right?

The two men looked at each other haphazardly.

The men seem to have noticed that there is someone on this side who leads to the back situation (...). The other middle-aged man also starts talking reluctantly.

'... I thought it was strange at first. But I just had to ride. Come on. Israel now belongs to Metanostadt's … Because the autonomous government started working seriously (...), people like us... can't do bad business anymore'

The skinny middle-aged man began to talk about the situation, interrupted but not interrupted.

The Kingdom of Israel became the autonomy of the Kingdom of Methanostat, and the provisional self-government, culminating in King Southout, was elevated. And with much enhanced authority, personnel and equipment, I hear that the 'flying metal trade' by the received Vavilinian Catapult is beginning to be on track and that Israel is stabilizing and rebuilding.

Naturally, this has been accompanied by a focus on border security and policing.

If so, naturally, the lives of the infinitely grey people, like those who were selling to brokers in Western countries when they dug up ancient artifacts, become painful.

These men are nothing but terminal workers, gathered from such poor diggers.

There was someone who hurt me. Someone told me to steal the relics of the World Tree.

'Whatever, name... Calling, you must know something, right?

'I really don't know. So come on...! I only decided when and where to go, and I had a deal. Just cross the mountains from the western country when you have the goods, and come and buy them by carriage. Come on.'

"If you go to a world tree, there are rare pieces of metal, if you buy more artifacts, you buy them for more. He even gave me an advance in gold."

"Oh, that's why I came all the way here. Come on."

As for the content, I don't think you're lying.

"What's the currency of payment?

Spiano asks a sharp question there.

'Then... it was the gold coin of the Kingdom of Richtalia. I melted it right away and changed it, but it was pure, good gold'

- The gold coin of the Kingdom of Richtalia? Speaking of the countries of the countries of the Stralia…….

The person there came to mind first. It's Automatériel Nollard, a mysterious man who's heard rumors all around us for months.

Indeed, I hear that he is a nobleman with a high title, Duke of the Kingdom of Richtalia (Duke), has enormous assets and also handles numerous State-owned businesses such as mine development (...) and trading trade.

"And then... something strange"

A young man opened his mouth hesitantly. I'm holding my right arm down for some reason, but I can't feel my complexion.

"What?"

"I went to the World Tree... and the man in the robe who came with me... shook hands with us."

"... Shake hands?

"It's... like a dead man with cold hands... still paralyzed..."

'Oh no, don't say that... huh?

"Ugh, ahhh!?

The men suddenly began to suffer by holding down their right arm.

- Warning! Trap-based magic excitation detected!

"Spiano, get away from me!

"What ss!?

I rolled out "The Wise Men's Boundary" like a wall, wrapping Spiano inwards.

The next moment, a black curse flooded out of the men's right arms. A tactical information display (tactics) issues a warning in bright red letters.

"This curse... of that time!

It was "Seven Colors Prisoner Rehabilitation School," the same thing that tried to curse my sisters and brothers.

Continued