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

"Were you working under the witch Alberina"

"Yes. It's more like a student than working. The only way to live in this land, where demons have occurred in large numbers, was to act with powerful operators. We learned from the mighty witches of magic and wisdom, and we fed them every day."

"Well, do you mean me and my brother's apprentice?

Lentomia shines her eyes.

"It's outrageous! I was just walking about my teacher."

A wizard gadloon with a beard that smells like light.

Is it a sign of adulthood that you are decorating around your mouth with a beard? Methanostat youngsters don't grow much, but they look good in shallow black, tanned, tough, tight looking gadloons.

I may be dignified if I grow a beard, too, like Apras old... I had some thoughts, but wonder I don't grow a mustache.

The hair on the head is abundant, but the body has thinner hair. It seems to have something to do with the fact that I have metastasized (...) into this world, but I also don't want to know.

"Don't you feel that, apprentice?

Observe your opponent as Fairy Metius flies fluffy.

"I was originally a 'shitty master' in a subclan living while grazing in the West of Israel. At the time of the Demon King's War, demons that destroyed the capital of Inclamed scattered all over the place, causing damage to spread and plunge into chaos throughout Israel. And my village..."

"So... to Alberina"

"Yes. I was powerless at the time. But this is how he taught me how to do it."

The wizard, named Gadroon, used a cane made of branches of brown wood and drew a small circle about 10 cm in diameter Merte on the sand at his feet.

The circle heats red while looking along the line, and the red circle narrows towards the center. Turning from red to orange, and yellow, the sand on the surface dissolves, making a jutsu sound and losing heat. After a few seconds of cold solidification, a small black glass ball could be made.

"Wow! Very precise thermal magic."

"Thermal magic is essential for refining metals. This is also direct from Alberina."

Lentomia immediately understands the magical properties of her sibling (...).

Gadroon picks up balls from the ground a little. When I watered it down to the sun, the molten sand turned green glass.

"... can I have it?

"Of course."

When Fiftis reaches out from the side, he quietly puts it in the palm of his hand.

- Is this how Alberina sows the magic seed (...)...

Alberina, a dark elf witch featuring beautiful dark hair and brown skin. She still harnesses her terrible longevity and beauty and continues to leap (...) in the shadows of history.

He also said that it was the creed that never acted or acted prominently on the tabular stage, and that it was the secret to a long life.

They used to walk into the royal palace in Israel, too, to explore the secrets of treasure. When Israel was attacked and destroyed by the Demon King's Army, he also led a burglar group to steal graves everywhere this time for the good of his absence from security.

But to the best of my knowledge, Alberina does not engage in any criminal activity that would violate the laws of that country, no matter what country she leans in. It seems to me that we are following and acting on all the rules laid down in that country.

It is true that theft from the tombs and treasure trove of Tai Ancient is unacceptable, but at the time when the Kingdom of Israel was virtually in disarray, it was not controlled by the guards, nor was it taking someone's life.

Rather, people to unearth, buy and sell treasures and treasures found. Many thought and followed "better than sitting and waiting for death" in terms of their employment and economic effects.

He is also the Ten himself who brought Lentomia out of the elf village in the back of the woods to the outside world.

Hemperoza's predecessor (...), the defeated demon cleric (...), also had a relationship with Hemperoza.

Now he has the position of Relic Analysis Fellow for "Holy Sword Battleship", which seems exactly like a vocation, and he is joyfully encouraged to work in the basement of Royal Metanostadt Castle.

"That's me, but the pleasure right now is... planting the seeds of the spreading grass that Sage Master Grecas' disciple left behind."

The wizard Gadroon took the black seed out of his pocket and showed it.

"Oh? That's a seed picked from a flower of cranberry."

"Yes, if you have water and soil, it will germinate in a few days. But if you give it a little stimulation with magic, it sprouts right away. And with more magic, growth can accelerate and easily cover ten merte squares in a day."

"That's awesome. One day...... will the desert be green?

I asked straight in. Because I was honestly pleased with the "possibilities" that Hemperoza's magic had.

"Yes. I hope so. The remaining soil that came out of mining from underground was useless. It was made wild and part of the desert. However, by taking advantage of its relatively excellent water retention properties and combining it with the grass, it becomes more water retention and a soil where crops can be grown. By planting vegetable seeds in the gap between the bushes, we can take vegetables and crops that we've never harvested before."

"Remnants of mining! Did you have that hand?"

"The spreading grass doesn't wither easily. But the leaves fall and rot eventually to nourish. And the grown crawl blooms and seeds are picked. My disciples will raise it again."

When my gaze invited me to look back, there were about five adorable children with wooden canes in their hands, lining up to look at this one. The wizard's eggs in charge of the new Isravian, who play pecory and uncle.

"Well, you're adorable!

"I look forward to the future."

"Yep. If this is handed down to the next generation, one day the desert will be covered in green."

"I'm sure it's going to be a green land"

I narrowed my eyes to the green of the grass and crops that began to spread outside the village.

This is such a wonderful use for the magical spreading seeds produced by Hemperoza. If the species is picked in the World Tree (...), how the hell can it be used? I couldn't help but think about it.

"The disciple of the wise man who created this wonderful magical cradle deserves to be called the Virgin (...) for us"

"Ha, he'd be able to illuminate it if they called him that way"

- Come on! To the Virgin! Admire it!

"... No, I don't"

Thus the exploration of the village 'Fallbeel' in Vabilinia closed the curtain.

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