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

The idea is good.

But when I put it into practice, it doesn't work. Such setbacks are common in life.

Magic, for example. Sometimes magic ceremonies that you expect to have a nice effect can end with an empty theory on your desk if you try.

It doesn't look like this time either...

"Gurgi......!

"Sage Grecas, without too much imposition"

"Giving up at 300 Merte is too cool for you"

"But I'm not moving anymore."

"Shit!"

The giant earthy disc-shaped object, 'Barrel Rotator', which applied the golem technique, fell into mud along the way and fell into inaction.

Dig "concave" grooves to compress and tear soil softer by its own weight as it rotates and form an aqueduct. Both sides were going to solidify their surfaces with "Morphological Maintenance Magic (Sonomarma)" so that they wouldn't collapse, but...

The tactical information display (tactics) has endurance limits due to the high load on the arm of the artificial muscle. As I scream, I'm issuing a warning that I can't move the rotating body any further.

It's heavy on itself, and then the mud and soil resistance seems too great.

"I thought it would work."

"That was a slightly cheap idea..."

"Ugh, don't say that, Meti"

"Ah, but I thought it was very original."

"Enough is enough..."

Manipulate the invincible junction, fly freely through the sky, and manipulate the golem. Even when I'm called such a wise man, when nature (...) is my opponent, the story seems different.

No, partial correction. High-ranking wizards like Lentomia, my master, and even more natural disaster level wizards, Laistoria and Alberina are my opponents with bad minutes......

"Failure."

Unexpectedly discouraged. I tried to show you the cool part, and you failed brilliantly.

There was no problem with the magic formula that generates the golem. Correctly excited and solidified the soil produced a golem called "huge, disc-shaped rotating body".

But "work" by the key disc-shaped golem didn't go as far as I wanted.

Mud resistance on the ground was bigger than I thought, and I couldn't move on.

Less than 300 Merte since we left, the limit came less than 20 revolutions.

"Morphological Maintenance Magic (Sonomama)" to support both sides of the recess cannot withstand compression from both sides and is decisive. Mud walls are starting to collapse everywhere. I can't seem to support the waterway for a long time without making arrowboards or even stone walls.

In fact, the waterway connecting the former village of Yolabertaij with the current relocation also, if you look closely, retains both sides in Bamboo from the South.

"Master Sage, it still seems magically difficult to deal with the mud in this land"

Major General Marizoom, the captain of the guard who leads 200 men, nodded when he heard it, shaking his head unfortunately.

"No, Major General Marizoom, but Master Sage's magic is amazing! To the Golem Structural Ceremony, Manipulation......! They're all superb."

Alslay cared and followed my circular golem.

"I'm sorry. I thought it would work. This mud is tough on boulders."

Pump me in, stop the golem.

As soon as we stopped the infusion of magic, the arms by the left and right artificial slimes melted dry and fell to the ground.

Only a five-merte diameter, circular earth mass would remain intact for a while with the residual effect of 'Morphological Maintenance Magic (Sonomarma)'.

"I was watching. Yo, Greg. That's an interesting idea, but the stuffing was sweet."

There came the Lentomias. Watch me fail and sigh and laugh lightly.

"It's not nice."

I didn't know I had to, and I would have painted mud on His Highness's expectations.

"Well, don't say that. I'm here."

"Lentomia"

Hands on shoulders rarely and gently. Couldn't I have seen it?

But the children did not condone it.

"Is Greg playing with mud?"

"Are you a big mud dumpling, Dace?

"hey, sure big mud dough"

"Duh, mud dumplings..."

Pram and Larna, Hemperoza's laughing right, and from a distance it's certainly mud dough.

A huge chunk of dirt that cannot move on its own is nothing more than a wizard's mud game.

"Sage Grecas. It's always the same pattern these days when you fail."

Fairy Metius whispered quietly.

"Oh, just one person... when you think about it"

Always is. The only thing that works by thinking alone is the instantaneous judgment of battle.

If you want to accomplish something or solve a problem, you know your own wisdom, ideas, etc. If so, the best way to do so is to turn to your colleagues for help and to borrow their wisdom.

"Lentomia...... actually, do me a favor"

"Uh, use that mud dough (...) to make a dent? It's impossible to move such a heavy mass of dirt on your own. It's all dirt to the contents, right?

Suddenly all denied. It was my heart that recessed. Hmm? I think I said something kind of good.

"I did make it heavy. To recess the soft ground in the wetlands. I couldn't."

"Right? The army golem looks big, but it's like Skuska's armor in it? That's too heavy."

"You can't let it recess as light as a barrel."

"Hmm? Do you really want to recess it with weight and create an aqueduct? Both sides collapse as a hundred steps away and soil them with wooden planks or bamboo. If I were you, I'd have a flat boat at the bottom, sail it up and tow it on the boat."

Lentomia thought for a while and came up with an idea.

"Ships and sails?

I never thought about that.

"In my hometown, when you catch little fish in shallow mud or pick up aquatic sprouts, you grab a flat boat on the bottom."

The wizard who was listening to the story, Alsray punches his hand in the pong.

"It is also used in marinoserese if that form of ship. You can certainly proceed on the mud or even in the wetlands! Put a giant sail there...... double the propulsion with my wind magic! What's that?

"Ah, nice! If you want to roll, it's better if you can sail and wind up."

"I see......!

"My magic is that it's hard to produce wind out of the windless, but I can catch the natural wind with the help of the Spirit and be strong"

"Is it a form of natural magic? If that means we can produce strong winds, wet winds from the south this season. We're heading north, so the wind's just fine."

The little wizard in the hall elf does the kind of trick where he is feeling the wind with his arms wide open. My hair flutters and shakes in the wind.

"All you have to do is tow the 'Barrel Rotator' with a rope of magically reinforced fiber... can you move it..."

Of course, I can arrange a balance ceremony.

"Sounds like you can handle it."

"Ah!"

I see a light of hope.

"With that in mind, wouldn't you be able to handle it without Greg?

"Leave it to us. Drafting specific tasks"

"Please, Lord Alsley. Magical wisdom if you three come by."

Sure enough, I've been thinking about rolling that dirt all the way up to ten kilomertes away. But that's not going to happen either. There is as much other work to be done.

Make magical ideas for problem solving a concrete form. Once you've got something you can achieve, you have to leave it up to someone to do the actual work.

"Greg, by the way."

Hemperoza pulled my sleeve.

"Hmm?"

I was just talking to Pram about Larna.

"What?

"It's about the submerged village, but why did you move here?

"That's... because it's a small high hill and there's no risk of submerging"

"Wouldn't it be nice and nice to move on top of the world tree?

Pram said. It's an eye-to-eye, but childish, clap-free idea.

"I can't do that to a boulder. The world tree is sacred and inviolable."

"Ho?

"Plum... no, it's too expensive and inconvenient, isn't it? Guys, there's 600 Merte. I don't want to climb the stairs with my stuff."

The military and the king's government are half silent about how people came together into villages for the purpose of the business they are looking for in the garrison, but they really want to eliminate it.

Not to mention living in a world tree. It can't be.

"Mmm."

"Giggle"

Plum and Hemperoza were unconvinced by my words, or silenced. Eventually, he nods at each other as if he's up to something.

"Grey, why don't you make a little world tree out of Hempero's magic and build your house on top of it -?

"Nothing. It's in the garden of my house, isn't it? I need you to grow a few more of those."

"Like this."

"Build your house on it, Dace."

Pram carries Larna on her shoulder.

"Ahhhh!? Isn't that a great idea!?

Continued