"I'll introduce you! Special guest of the day, you all know, this is Sage Grecas!
Naru turned to the faces in the room and said, "Hey! When I acted, my applause boiled down.
"Hi, it's Grecas."
Gracefully gracious, one hand up with a smile.
"Ooh......!" "Welcome, wise man!" "Welcome to the Magic Workshop (Marsenal) Union (Alliance)!
Horrified by the momentum of applause and welcome.
This is the union (guild) and headquarters of the Magic Workshop (Marsenal) that exists in "Forgotten Hope Street (Foggerhops)".
The ground floor part of the two-story building looks like a meeting hall and work area. How many people are gathering around 20? At the deepest table, the documents were surrounded and discussed by three people with an atmosphere like a workshop manager, such as a gray-headed elder. It is the men and women whose artisanal temperaments seeped into their faces that surround a large magic device right next to them. There are about eight of them, like the middle class.
There are three other Dwarf women in the atmosphere who hung tool bags on their hips in aprons and said sister skin, as well as bearded men who look like Dwarf blacksmiths. There are about five other apprenticeship-like boys and girls around the same age as Naru.
The room is elongated and spacious, as wide as 8 merte and as deep as 15 merte.
About six thick wooden columns support the beam of the ceiling in the middle of the room. The floor is polished and trimmed wooden slab, with wooden boxes containing various parts and the like, as well as tool boxes for metalworking.
Everything is occupied by shelves except the square window place. There, it was filled with finished products of various magic tools, prototype-like objects, parts that served as materials, etc.
"I didn't know you were really coming...! I'm a union leader, Nicolai. Welcome, wise man!
When the magnificent man of the wind, who said how craftsman, approached a glance, he asked to shake his hand.
Are you a blacksmith, your shoulder muscles are buoyant and your hands are huge. It is characterised by a thick straight eyebrow that binds the gray hair left on its bald head behind the M-shape.
"This way. There. It's an honor to have you."
Tie your hands tight.
"I can't believe you're here without going through the Magic Society! And... this, Naru brought you? Good health is luck. Looks like you've brought a good breeze."
"Eh heh, not so much"
I laugh bitterly in the face when I see a half-elf girl standing beside me, lifting her eyebrows exaggerated and incredible.
"My girlfriend and I used to have a little bit of a golem battle in the kingdom... no, because we're friends now. Do me a favor and I'll run."
"I can't believe my friend...! No body! But thank you, wise man!
"I mean, it's okay."
My routine has a lot of relationships where wizards make each other fight arguments and do brainstorming with magic.
I had a desire to engage with artisanal temperament people who either recoil or take things seriously like this...
But I guess craftsmen have a lot of difficult people, and even when me and others come, they'll think of it as "chilling". But Naru really appreciates being a bridger with them in that regard.
"Master Sage! So, this is my master (...), Senior Rants. Oh, that's not what I'm staring at, that's what I look like. I have bad eyes, but I'm a good man!
"Hey Nall, shut up! Damn.... nice to meet you, I'm Garant Rants"
Don't talk too much, my senior apprentice (Naru). That looks kind of very smiling.
"Were you Mr. Narulu's master? It's an honor to meet you."
"Yes, no, I'm afraid. I haven't done so much as a master..."
Is the tall young man who named himself Garant Rants older than me? He does have a tough face and sharp eyesight. The blue-blooded hair is twisted, and the body seems to be working out.
Besides, I suppress and hide my magic powers, but the signs of magic are much bigger than the nalls and other faces in the room. I can't simply speculate on magic power, but if I were a "wizard," would I be classified as intermediate?
Furthermore, the "suppressed" exposures of magical powers had characteristics.
They resemble Lord Balikerius, general of the Royal Army Magic Corps, or the Kingsguard of Her Royal Highness Princess Snoovel, the blue-haired Magerna, and other military (...) wizards. That's close to the signs you get when you're "suppressing" your magical powers.
"Excuse me... wasn't he a wizard in the Royal Army?
…… You're a boulder, Sage. Looks like Mitsujin, as rumored.... Exactly. He retired after the Demon King's War and moved on. "
"Transfer to Magic Engineer (Maginatect)? From a wizard to a tool maker, you're not on your own, are you?
"In the military, I was in a unit that operated and maintained the Golem."
"I see, I'm convinced"
The military golem itself is a magic tool that is powered by magic. It would also have been easier to re-enter a workshop to create magic tools if we had met with that principle and how to control power.
And when the union (guild) chief introduced me to everyone again, the real thing finally started.
In other words, a consultation about the magic propulsion agency, which was prototyped at the request of the Royal Army and the King's Government.
"I'm sorry you came all of a sudden, but can you help us make our magic tools?
"If it's my magic, I'll help you as much as I can. Wizard of the Kingdom...... 'Sage' flies away if there is trouble and solves if asked. It's my job to help you with that. Sometimes fortune tells us, sometimes battle! And… help us build things and everything."
Speak sarcastically, take off the cloak of the wise man and throw it in the garment hanging.
Oh......! and twitching happens to the room.
"Sage, you're a store for everything!
Nalulu giggles with sparkling eyes.
"A wise man is no vocation in the kingdom. It's like a lone guild."
Continued