Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

After breaking up with Noah and Kazzi at the dining room.

Arcs hurried through the city of the territorial capital to the place where the Deets were.

Asking people how to get to where they wanted in the shortest possible time was because they were telling me where they were when they broke up with them.

"- We've been in the army jar all day, so come here if you need anything. You're welcome."

"Boy has a paperwork to work on for the future."

"Ugh... I was wondering if someone could replace me"

"No. It's all a boy's job. Come on."

"No! I have to report to Carchan or something!

"I'll take care of that. Come on. Don't worry, kid, you can't encourage me to do my job."

"Damn, you Galanga thinner!

... and well, there was such an exchange.

The disputed escape route was also Dieto, who had been crushed and sunk by Galanga.

It's harsh to make a child of this age read a letter surprise sentence.

Even if it's just a task to call in the writing and pass judgment, you won't be able to help but have a headache. Regardless of all the simple words, there should also be difficult and professional words to cross when it comes to such documents.

I'm not sorry.

Together, it was this evening that Deet, with a depressing look that he couldn't help but have pity, was held by the well-known little lords.

It is now a little before the sun sets, and it is time for the sunset bell to ring, which is a guide to the end of work.

Considering the preparation of the report and the organization of the documents, it seems that we would still be doing our job.

In front of the blockade of the Territorial Army.

He had already spoken to the gatekeeper, and he gave him a look that he knew just by mouthing his name.

Just in case, I brought a permit with a royal seal on it, but he didn't need to show it.

When I asked them to go tell Deet that I wanted to talk to him, eventually one of the little lords around here who was with Deet showed up.

What a terrible thing for one nobleman to have a lord come out to pick him up on a small scale, but is that also this way of Rustinel territory?

I may be trying to show authority by showing that here we can move a person in a position as a small-time user rather than having to use a lord so short of talent for use......

I don't think I'm doing it in a very efficient way, but that would be because of the separation and divergence between my consciousness, which I experienced chasing a man's life, and the way in which I valued the face of this world.

The little lord exchanges two or three words with the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper is nervous, but not the wind that is awed over degrees. I get the impression that I'm talking to the boss of the company somehow rather than against someone with absolute power.

The takeover is over as it is and a brief greeting is exchanged.

When the little lord guided me into a room that looked like an office.

What popped into my eyes was the look of Deet stuck at my desk.

Buried in paperwork and suffocated.

The face is blue or purple.

Anyway, it reminds me of thianose.

From the way it looks, I can't help but notice the phantom spewing ectoplasm out of my mouth.

It's not as much as I've seen, but I still think it's not the kind of work that would make a child this age do, such as paperwork.

No matter how capability oriented, this world is black.

You'll need a children's counseling center first before labor.

When you notice such a deet here, it turns from dying. Fly over one desk and follow me.

"Ah, Arcs! You've come to a good place! Thanks! Thanks! Thanks so much!"

"Ha..."

I can't hide my confusion in a sudden thank you call as the paperwork dances with the momentum I've flown.

Rather than a sign of willingness to be glad you came, it's as if you saw it in the help of heaven.

Yet this is a rescue team or volunteer who showed up for disaster relief.

Meanwhile, Galanga, who was overseeing Deet's work on the side.

"Boy, was that the one that was dead just now? Are you pretending?

"Chi, chi! This one was seriously dying!? My head got messed up and distracted..."

"He said he was about to sleep"

"That's why they're so tiny!

"... I'm having trouble getting used to this job."

Deet says to Garanga's words, "I'd better be moving my body ~!" I guess it's easier for him to work in the field than in paperwork, which does seem to be active.

While shielding his (Arcs) body, Deet is arguing with Galanga.

"Oh, even Arcs can't do this!? Huh!?"

Is it about paperwork that you seek consent to strengthen your momentum?

But I have to give him some unfortunate news as he tries to get involved.

"No, I've been doing this triple lately."

"Right! You don't normally do it, don't... heh!?

"Do it. I do paperwork, too."

"Do it, huh? And triple? That one? Huh? Huh?"

"Oh."

Of course, it's a magic meter production thing.

Not long after we have put in place a system for increasing the production of magic meters.

Since I left the production process of "Smelter Silver" to the wizards I carried in, my burden has decreased and my time has floated considerably.

What I thought would give me free time was a sweet quote, and the paperwork came around for that matter.

From the method of adjusting the magic gauge to the numerical list of inspections, application documents for the place of use, etc.

Work on renting a room at the Crave Mansion because it cannot be done at the Laceft Mansion.

With the magic meter related paperwork that arrives like every week and regular report preparation, free time is not much different.

It's all about what teenagers do. There's more serious work to do, and I can't stop sighing.

One of these days I'm going to decentralize my powers and distribute my work - whatever that is.

In front of me, the appearance of a deadbeat.

Talk to him like Galanga said to give up.

"Look, boy. Others are doing more. Let's do our best."

"No, that's crazy! Absolutely crazy! Convinced, hey, hey, hey!

I have a question for Deet, who is talking about Galanga and Ghabara, first.

"... Exactly, should I change my language?

"Huh? Oh, the way you talk?... I hope I don't feel more comfortable here."

That said.

I'm not sure who I am yet, but I know who I am and where I stand.

The opponent is the son of the lord, and the little lords who follow him under his lord.

This one, on the other hand, is said to be the descendant of a nobleman, but the classification is that of a junior nobleman.

I can't believe I'm still talking to such a great man and feeling like a friend.

So.

"But..."

"Then it's my orders not to use respectful language! That would be nice! Huh!?"

"Don't be lame."

Not too intact, I stick with half my eyes like that.

Even if permission was given by someone in the upper position in the first place.

If there's someone around, and they're watching, they'll take it if this one's not speaking up.

The position of son of Lord Rustinel is quite high, even looking at the whole kingdom.

Specifically, it outranks Charlotte, the countess.

Normally this one is thorough, enough opponent to have to go through it with respect.

However,

"No, no! Anyway, if it's a different place, I'd like to make it easy!

"It's not an easy place to work in the office..."

"No, actually, here in the room I use privately."

"Whatever it takes, it's too obvious."

I repeat the question that way, but you're a selfish kid, Deet, who doesn't try to listen.

Eventually Garanga says, more sorry, "I want you to do what Deet says".

"But to Mr. Galanga and others, we need to be decent."

When you say that to Deet, Galanga changes her vocal qualities while slightly.

"Right. We'll take care of it."

"Okay. Dear Galanga,"

"Ooh."

Have you managed to settle this story?

And I thought, "Boy who doesn't read the air lets you keep your mouth shut and boo-boo.

"Well, I hate it when you're great."

"Boy, I'm still great at this, right? Didn't you know?

Now the end of saying that to each other. What a friendly pattern.

Anyway, I pinched Yota a lot.

"Is it time to get down to business?

"Hmm? You mean tomorrow's glimpse? Galanga told Carchan."

"Oh. I told you the whole story. I even tell my surroundings not to divulge anything about you. No worries."

I appreciate that, though.

"No, it's not that way, it's something else"

"What's that?

I'm going to tell Deet that

"I may have found out where the thief is."

"- Like really!? I want to hear more about it!

With so little information, you'll want so much that you can get your hands out of your throat that it's likely to lead to clues.

Because it's a sudden story, Galanga says, "Is that true?" He asks.

"It's very credible," he said.

Galanga began to gather key human beings into the room.

… eventually show off the story at a restaurant (restaurant) with a complete set of folds.

That Pyrocolo and the bandits were guru.

That Nadar may be acting in disloyalty.

With that in mind, that His Royal Highness Prince Wang may be targeted.

Of course, tell them about Gills without covering them up.

"… this is how this incident happened"

When I finished talking, Galanga opened her mouth.

"Sure, you're muscular. We had an informant, so we could take him out and get away with it."

"Yes, I think I was prepared because I knew where I was from the beginning and I was ready to carry it out"

"But as far as I'm concerned, I'm just wondering who that Imerian merchant is. Why didn't you hold your hand?

"Ah..."

and the loose voice between them rushes out of my mouth.

That didn't get me thinking.

At that time, that we got to the facts.

And I was full of heads that His Royal Highness Prince Wang was being targeted, as if I didn't even care.

..................... No, isn't it?

By getting useful information from him.

This guy's not an enemy, but he's not on his side.

That's how I settled in myself.

That's why it fell out of my mind to hold onto my body.

From the Deets, they'll want to hear it again.

"I couldn't think of anything. It's my downfall. I'm sorry."

Honestly apologizing, so that Deet can take refuge,

"Galanga, we underestimated him the same way, didn't we? You can't put that on the shelf and blame Arcs. Rather, it could be more problematic for Arcs to detain merchants on his own in our territory."

As soon as I say that, Deet, I'm going to smile over here.

My tongue turns often, or I guess this worked the wisdom of those who make excuses.

"... so come on. Is it a different angle to stick there?"

"And that's not what we're talking about right now. It's time to hold down a merchant named Pyrocollo."

When Deet says so, the story of the derailment returns to the source.

"- That is. So, we're going to go get the back of it, right?

"Yes, we're sending Noah and Kazzi to the warehouse right now, if you'll excuse us."

"That would be fine. I'd rather be thankful this time."

As a premise, this one shouldn't move on its own because it will crush their ments.

However, some monitoring is necessary to cope with changes in the opponent's movements.

All you have to do is report it like this, and then you can leave the scene to me.

"So, boy. What do you want me to do?

"You're determined to move like that, aren't you? We can't let them do whatever they want on our territory any more."

"Sometimes an example merchant had nothing to do with bandits or silver... right?

"Hey Galanga, do you doubt Arcs?

"That's not true, but sometimes it was a mistake, isn't it?

"But if you're right, your Highness could be in danger. I'll have to look into it. And it's on our lap that's happening. I can do whatever I want."

"So come on. I want any information right now, and is it important to move?"

I agree with Galanga's words, as do the other little lords.

Even if this information was wrong, it hurts less for them.

Yes, there are all those in power here.

It is easy to wear power to Kasashi and rub and crush inconvenient things, and where the lord side was somewhat unscrupulous in the first place, it is not such a gentle world that merchants can disprove it.

Instead, the pain is too big this time if it was true.

... As it stands, Prince Wang is coming out of Rustinel territory.

If we talk about the King Prince being attacked after he left Rustinel territory, we don't necessarily have suspicious eyes on Rustinel's side.

From their point of view, we should definitely avoid doing so.

If you just want to check the load, you should definitely do it.

During the course of the story, one of the small lords appears who was temporarily out of his seat.

Is it some kind of material? I gave Deet the paperwork I had.

"- Young. Here's a list of the loads that entered the capital today."

After I told you earlier, did you procure it immediately? Work fast.

When Deet spreads it so that it can be seen by others, the little lords.

"There's a load of merchant names."

"What's in it?

"It is supposed to be groceries. But there's a lot of it."

"Looks like we still need to look into this."

When they finished talking like that, they began to move each of Deet's ordinances in a derisive fashion.

Apparently the soldiers were ready to move quickly.

Instantly organize multiple teams on the spot.

At the direction of Galanga, the troops were dispersed into several areas, each to its own field of operations.

The break-in group is headed by Deeto with several small lords and soldiers who seem to be bent on it.

Another group also moved to impose a blockade between the castle gate and the river, with the little lord on his head.

............... Arcs also followed the Deets into Warehouse Street.

The time is already the night's mouth.

Loading operations have already been completed in the warehouse district, and are now almost unpopular.

Whether it's for security or not, "Brilliant Glass" is lit everywhere, and it doesn't seem difficult to walk.

Buildings with large doors are lined up like you did on the right.

There are trolleys and luggage cars left behind beside it.

Because of the proximity of the water field, there is a cool breeze, and the temperature feels lower once or twice than elsewhere in the body.

As he plugged near the entrance to the warehouse district, Noah and Kazzi appeared from the shadow of the fence.

I guess I put a hit on where it was coming from and this is how I hid and waited.

"I brought him in. What about you?"

"Yes."

Noah nods in good shape as usual.

That means he'll respond like that.

"Pirocoros, have you found them yet?

"Yep. Mr. Kazzi says, 'Because villains are keen to work,' so I looked for someone who seems busy, in addition to things light."

"Wow, that's convincing"

"Absolutely."

"I'm pretty useful, too, right? Kihihi!"

You lie about that, and you don't get any worse, Kazy.

The Snake Path is a snake, the word of that man's country sticks.

"So, we have confirmed that Mr. Pirocolo is in and out of that building."

"Looks like he's carrying a lot of load, huh? At this point, I guess I'll finish my prep in the middle of the night and leave early in the morning."

Checking the list that the little lord brought, he still matches the amount of load he's been transported down from upstream in the morning.

Deet asks Noah.

"After all, is it the bandit who attacked the village?

"Yes. You don't seem to be wrong about that. The outfit was different, but there were some familiar faces out there."

"Then is it a hit? No, no, no, no, no. I didn't know you were doing evil near here..."

Was it a blind spot?

"Deet. What are we supposed to do?

Get confirmation on future moves first.

This one told us where he was, and we've already done what we need to do.

Our original purpose is to acquire silver.

If this is the case, it's not a good idea to squeeze into anything else that has nothing to do with it...

If the Deets have mastered the place, they should be grown up.

Instead, it should be normal to let the lord back down, that we cannot put the man who came with the writ at risk.

That's what I said.

"I've come this far. I need your help. Besides, it's Arcs who found these guys, and if we pull back here, we're gonna have less of a handle on that one, okay?

"No, that's..."

As for the point, should I go crazy?

This is Rustinel territory where we have no edge or itch on ourselves.

If you're down there, you don't have to know, and Deet doesn't have to worry about the outside hands at all.

Though I must say that the word is foolish through honesty, no matter how much.

When I look at Galanga, he rubs his eyebrows like he can't say anything.

"... Rustinel, then it's like" Shiatsu "that the guy who mentioned the handles appreciates it properly. It's strictly forbidden or forbidden to get ahead of others."

"That's the thing. That's the thing. The people with the results should be properly appreciated. Even Arcs won't be refreshed until we get to the end, will he?

"Well......"

"Then it's settled - all right, bastards! It's time to go in!

A group of armed men rush to the warehouse early enough to signal Deet's decree.

The Arks followed it into the warehouse.