It’s a problem because this world likes nicknas too much. It’s the sa as being called a mad dog or a guillotine among adventurers, and being called Levien’s guillotine among nobles as well, and as a result, serious problems arise.
These people don’t know the person’s na because they care about tinnitus.
nobles as nobles. Commoners share their gossip as commoners do. Listening to the gossip of the commoners is a noble thing, but it is not easy for the commoners to listen to the gossip of the nobles. As a result, most people who have heard rumors about do not think that Levien’s guillotine and adventurer’s guillotine are the sa person.
‘What if you know the na? Are they the sa person?’, but the idea of an adventurer playing a ga against aristocrats and an unknown person who can play a ga among nobles as an adventurer are unrealistic fantasy in their heads, so it’s natural in a way. I can also say that Maybe the adventurer guillotine carries a dog and Levien doesn’t have a dog.
‘If two guillotines stick together, who will win?’ What more could you expect since you’re making jokes at drinking parties with the sa thing?
There is no popular ans of communication, so while moving from mouth to mouth, rather than complex and cumberso nas to morize, I rember only the tinnitus with a strong impression put on through the past, and like Englem’s Bycks, who died at the hands of Envelde in the capital. It’s a world where there are many cases where you can’t even hear the right information.
This is why it is inevitable to beco money and power just by being able to hold the right information. If I don’t have information, I’ll crawl on the floor like those who have corn on my hands.
Having experienced a aningless random encounter all of a sudden, I took a deep breath and moved on again. guard? If the guards co because of a fistfight in the Adventurer’s Quarter, it’s either a bribe or a family mber. If you look at them, they must have been of the blue or red class, but they would have been quietly distorted even if they were embarrassed, and then moved to make repairs.
So, I headed to the Dwarf District and bought two bottles of alcohol to thank Mr. Valkun for gifting two amazing weapons. I drank one by myself, and I brought sothing strong to share with the other co-workers and drink it.
“Kkeolkeolkeol, why did you bring all these things! Go get equipnt maintenance while you’re here!”
I thought I would receive long-term help in the future, so I gave it as a gift with the feeling of managing my personal connections. After having a short chat and receiving a grand send-off, Seneran’s Demon Library, which arrived, was much more crowded than the last ti I ca.
Adventurers also tend to stay for long periods of ti during the winter, just like bears preparing for winter during the off-season, but I didn’t understand why it was so crowded.
“Hello, guest. Did you bring a party other than the elf this ti?”
“…Ah. You guided last ti.”
The person who approached with a sowhat bewildered smile was the kind-hearted staff mber who guided when I visited with Asilie.
“My na is Nelby! I heard the story from the Librarian! He told to bring guests upstairs if they co.”
“I’m glad. I was worried because I didn’t tell you the specific ti or thod, but I only said that I would visit you.”
Nelby, who responded with a bright smile as she took off her coat and greeted the warmth on a level different from the weather outside, imdiately moved her gaze to Laika, who was panting while looking around from her feet.
“So cute! Can I touch it?”
“I won’t really care.”
Nelby, who tilted his head while stroking Laika, understood my words and was amazed when he saw Laika’s reaction as he just looked at the surroundings without much reaction even when he stroked it.
“It’s so quiet? Is it because it’s a smart breed?”
“He’s a lot smarter than the average dog.”
As I climbed the stairs to the second floor, guided by Nelby, who was reasonably satisfied with the appropriate answer, I suddenly turned around and looked down at Leica. Sure enough, there was a tearful scene of people trying their best to climb the stairs with their short legs.
[Lord Master! I have a hard ti going up the stairs!]
“Yeah, I knew that.”
If he was running wild to fight, he would have jumped over it, but when he was moving normally, he just hugged Laika, a Welsh corgi, and followed Nelby up again. Surprisingly, the stairs were leading up to the third floor.
“Is this also magic? It must have been a two-story building from the outside.”
“That’s right. It’s one of the few perks offered by the association. It’s not just for everyone.”
I checked my surroundings using magic for a while, but I couldn’t see anything to see if it was working inside. While I was thinking about what I might see if I checked outside the building later, the third floor I arrived at was left with only one door, as if it were a space exclusively for personal use, without any other space.
And Nelby went up to the door, knocked three tis, and before getting an answer, he opened the door without hesitation.
“Boss! A guest has arrived!”
“Why the hell are you knocking… You’re finally here!”
Seneran, who was fiddling with sothing with his glasses on, with his loosely tied hair and baggy clothes, spurred on with a bright color and looked at the Laika belatedly held in my arms as if wondering.
“Isn’t it Leica? Has sothing changed?”
“I brought it because I wanted to get so advice about it.”
It took quite so ti just to explain to Seneran, who bit Nelby with just a gesture, the process of Laika’s change and her actions, but even after hearing the whole story, the question never left her face.
“To be honest… It’s absurd. To discharge the materials that originally made up the body and construct the body with magic power. Just like you are an unprecedented magic user, Laika is also a demonic sword but is not a demonic sword. This is an unprecedented case, so it’s a comparable case. There doesn’t seem to be any.”
Rather, he began to examine Leica closely with a very serious expression on his face. From my point of view, just the story of starting to construct a body with magic power would be a great harvest, but it seems that this is not the case for her.
“Since you’ve dealt with demons, you know roughly what it ans to construct your body with magic power, but just replacing als with magic power can have this effect?”
“That’s the problem. There are many demons who use demonic swords, but there are no cases like this at all.”
“…You speak very confidently?”
“I’m originally from the demon tribe.”
I checked her head first, but I couldn’t see even a trace of horns, let alone horns. Seeing my naked reaction, Seneran burst into laughter and continued his explanation while shaking his ssy hair.
“I’m human. I lived and studied there for about 20 years before the war broke out.”
oh my god. 20 years? Unlike her appearance, which only looks like she is in her late twenties even if she looks at her a lot, she seems to be a wizard who has slowed down the aging that we only see in novels. Seneran opened his axe eyes a little disapprovingly, perhaps showing such surprise on my face.
“Don’t ask my age.”
“I’ve lived with elves, so I’m a bit insensitive to my age.”
“Hmmmm.”
Seneran cleared his throat and looked at the Leica one more ti, but the result was the sa.
“I really don’t know anything right now. I guess I’ll have to wait and observe professionally.”
“Well, I didn’t think I’d be able to figure everything out right away. Then I’d like to talk a little bit about the person who will be my teacher.”
“Weedra? I already sent a letter and talked. As you said, he replied properly this ti.”
“Yes? Already?”
Since he acted like he was so resentful, he thought he should stand in the middle and act as a diator, but Seneran was the owner of bolder action than he seed.
“I explained how I got to know him properly and said that he was willing to cooperate for the developnt of magic science, so he asked to et him and talk.”
“I haven’t heard anything.”
“Because I, Weed, and you have been busy too. I was thinking of putting it together and finalizing it within this week.”
For soone who is blind to research, he is quite considerate. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to be a mad scientist.
“I just want to get a simple sample of your magic power today. Is there any problem?”
“Huh? Can I get a sample or sothing like that?”
“It’s a tool used by demons. They’re also a species with wizards and groups. Of course, it’s a little cumberso for to use, but I’ve already prepared that much.”
Seneran, who smiled and took out sothing mysteriously shaped like a dropper, eagerly sought consent, so I nodded my head and ekly activated my magic. Seneran, who could even feel the magical power, brought the dropper to while running around with just that.
“at las!”
That aningful smile honestly made a little creepy, but I was sure there was no malice, so I decided to focus on the tool she was holding. Looking closely, the structure seems to be closer to a syringe than a dropper. I thought he was going to stab with that, but luckily that didn’t happen. I just held it close to and squeezed the handle while pulling.
Surprisingly, the body of the glass tool began to glow with colorful lights. It’s not that I’m sucking mana out of my body. It was more like gathering the mana that was scattered on the outside.
“Oh. Can you just see this?”
Seneran, who had been smiling as he expressed his pure admiration for being secretly amazed at seeing magic power even without using magic poetry, asked back with his eyes wide open.
“What? Can you see this now…? Wait, ‘I just see it?’ Could you see the magic?”
Wasn’t that what it looked like? Even though I didn’t use magic poetry in particular, I saw the light, so I thought Seneran was watching it too, but it didn’t seem to be at all. Since we decided to cooperate together, there was nothing to hide, so I nodded appropriately and said.
“Yes. You can see it if you concentrate so magic on your eyes.”
At the words spoken purely to show cooperation, Seneran frowned as if he had faced all the injustice in the world.
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