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

"Tarantia, is that a Port Worker's Specification?"

Lentomia rides herself out of the upstairs window to show her interest in the new kind of golem she sees for the first time.

"Sounds like it! It's not what you see in Metanostadt."

A mass-produced golem of Southern Marino Serese pride, the "Tarantia" series.

The six-legged golem, which uses the live spider as a "control center," walks in motion of the walking leg in a truly natural way.

It looks like a complex structure. I actually hear that it is a simple structure and easy to maintain. If it is made by the acclaimed "Sea Dragon Craftsmen (Seadun Makers)" for golem manufacturing, it is only natural to be interested in its performance when it comes to being on vacation.

What emerged from the harbour warehouse was a model painted in two tone colours, blue and grey, with a deck for the carriage of luggage on the back.

Lentomia is right, let's also call it 'Tarantia Portoworca'.

Several guards rush out ahead of the Golem to draw the spectators gathered at the harbour wharf to secure their path.

"- This is the Harbour Authority. Welcome aboard, sage Grecas!

When the audio sounded by Voice Expansion Magic (Megahonia), cheers and applause arose from the port workers who happened to be there, as well as from the sailors and the merchants who apparently came to buy the goods.

"Welcome. I'm glad they're here."

"Right. I guess this is due to prior rooting. A hall that flew in the sky and landed in the ocean is usually too suspicious to be driven back."

This is thanks to the Director-General of the Ministry of the Interior (...), who took root in the name of a "goodwill visit". I'll have to buy a proper souvenir later.

"Smile (hehe). Speaking of suspicious, it's time for Greg to strip the pack of faces..."

"Ooh!?

I accidentally forgot until Manuferno told me. He remained wearing a beauty pack that suppressed sunburn lighting.

A white masked glasses man is nothing suspicious.

When I peel it off slowly, it feels kind of refreshing. A wet breeze with the smell of the sea gently cools my cheeks.

"Oh, thanks to the pack, I got the lights off, how about some sunburn?

"Subtle. It's still white, but I can't help it."

"Uhm."

Manuferno strokes over my cheeks and nose with soft fingertips.

The Sea Turtle (Marino Turtle), a sage hall floating in the sea, gradually approaches the wharf that protrudes into the sea.

Warmer, wet winds blow in from the sea, making the port town (Racia) a trading hub between north and south and west, with its own streets. The harbour is well maintained and has water depths where large sailboats can also be traversed.

This is the "town of the deal" and it is said to be one of the "shining harbour towns" boasted by Marino Serese of the South.

There are several Metanostadt trading vessels docked at the wharf and several ships flying the flag of the Principality of Amelia and the Island State of Aussie across the sea.

"Kind of feels like we have more ships than we used to, don't we?

"Right. From what I've seen, the luggage seems to be loaded..."

Apparently there are a lot of ships waiting to leave the port. Is it because a typhoon is also coming that you don't leave the port on guard of something?

A few vessels can also be seen docked offshore, but they seem to be fishing or doing some work.

"Hey, this one's on the shore."

When I noticed, the grounds of the hall floating in the sea were approaching the wharf. Next to the hemispherical ground that supports the hall, there are four tortoise-like "leg fins" that grow, but they move and decelerate further.

- Warning, five merte to peripheral contact, four merte... three, two, borderline!

Without a sound, the hall stopped and landed at the wharf. A man who seems to be the administrator of a tanned port said, "Welcome to Racia!," he shouted, throwing a mooring rope over.

"Tie him up! It's gonna flush!

"Okay! Uh, let's tie the rope to the garden tree there."

"That's the only way."

Luroni grabbed and pulled the mooring rope and followed it to a nearby garden tree.

Yet another two harbour workers now carried a scythe like passage made of wood and gave it to the "gatepost" part of the garden tip.

This means that you can travel to and from the land area.

A middle-aged woman in a white, cool uniform came out on the deck of a blue Tarantia. Apparently, he's a Marino Serese official.

Dark grey short hair with blue eyes reflecting the sky. Skin color is light black, as is the case with many people working in ports.

Hemperoza in Dark Elf Quarter feels like it's brown with a thin ink applied to the skin tone, but the skin of the Marinocerese people is darker. The shades were well burned in the sea breeze and strong sunshine.

"I am the Harbour Authority's Head of Administration, Howant. Landing clearance is out, go through that bridge! I invite you all to the office of the Harbour Authority. Cold drinks will also be served"

"All right......! Let's go say hello when we have a break."

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We were invited to the Harbor Authority building right next to the harbor.

The whole family of the hall was invited, but Spiano and Riola, plus Larna declined because they would take care of the children. I'm supposed to ask you to leave a message, but I'll buy you a cold drink or something later and we'll go home.

When it comes to vacations, the Harbour Authority, that is, anything more ruffled aloha shirts and sandals than getting greeted by government officials, would be unsavory. Wear trousers and change to shoes and weave a cloak of sage.

It was the Harbour Authority building that was taken on the back of the blue golem.

There were numerous sailors, merchants, etc. entering and leaving to obtain permission to trade, crowded with many officials and visitors. The reception counter alongside the many desks and the Zlari is impressive.

The building itself was made of brick with potentially interesting historic buildings such as the Hall of the Regional Lords. It must be robustly built to withstand winds from the sea, etc.

"Wah, cool......!

"Ooh! This is the only place to flinch, isn't it?

"A little? Magic...... hey?

The building is cool and, as Hemperoza put it, there are signs of magic.

"There's some magic in the window frame."

Lentomia hears and ears at magical signs.

"… 'Fluid Control Magic (Hydrostema)'. Apparently, they're creating a flow of air."

"You mean for air conditioning?

"Apparently you do. Unlike Metanostadt, magic tools may be being developed to help you live…"

It was the magic planted in the window of the room that the Sovereign kingdom (Surtics) reacted to. By planting the familiar "Fluid Control Magic (Hydrostema)" in the window frame even in the flying "Barrel", it seems to create a slight but lower temperature flow of air.

The output of the range of motion without the provision of magic power, but the human body temperature would be enough because it feels cool if it drops even twice.

The room we were put through was the back reception room that bypassed the noisy floor.

Six meltes wide, about ten meltes deep. Looking around in a simple but clean room, many chairs and desks made of southern bamboo (Bamboo) are used on white lacquered walls.

A working woman brings drinks for everyone. White juice in clear glass with citrus fruit. Is it cold? I'm sweating on the glass surface.

"Brother Gu, the cup is sweating..."

"Yeah, I guess it's got cold drinks in it"

"I can't believe I could do this even though it's the same hot country as Israel. Is this magic too...?

"I guess so. Apparently, people in this country are using magic well in their lives"

"Cold," he rounds his eyes, holding a glass cup of sweaty as Chuta was impressed.

"Yummy......!

"It's cold coconut palm juice!

"Sober. Could it contain lemon juice?

"Delicious day!

Plum and manuferno, Lana mouth the juice served, admire. It is indeed cold and slightly sweet and sour and delicious.

The Harbour Authority's head of administration, Mr. Howant, reappears to greet a single social decree.

"By the way, I feel like there are a lot of moored ships, but are they coming by storm too?

"Have you noticed…. Master Sage, did you see anything when... coming from the sky to the harbor? As a matter of fact, a ship crashed a week ago near the port exit, and because of that, it was unable to enter and leave the port."

I looked at Lentomia and Luroni, but I shook my head to the side.

"I noticed... some damage to people?

"No, fortunately, all the sailors were safe. But there's a loading problem."

"Load? I hear this water depth is deep. Didn't your stuff sink? Is that still an obstacle?

"Yes, in fact, it was a massive pile of magical primary stones that sank, which were also loaded with stones that planted the magic that caused the water to flow. So magical influences, or currents near the harbor, began to swirl violently."

"Oh my...!

"Must be the magic stone that planted Fluid Control Magic (Hydrostema)."

Lentomia stands quietly elf ears.

"I'd like to somehow get rid of it...... the sinking is 30 merte deep, the water flow is intense and my diver can't even get close. The removal work has never been done, and we have to wait for the magic to run out as it is..."

I turn my gaze to the ocean outside the window with the look of Mr. Howant being in trouble.

The ship seems to need a lot of attention to make the journey in the bay. In particular, ships below medium size are prohibited from leaving the port, he said. Apparently you were right to fly out of the sky.

"Come on. Isn't it Greg's magic turn here?

"Greg, the purpose of the journey is friendliness, right?

"Isn't there a border in the ocean? If you're going to save someone in need, we're going to work with you."

Manuferno and Lentomia, I don't even have to be told by Lu.

"Uhm...... right. Take one skin off or... just the sea!

Continued