Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

6. Pedestal of God (after)

Overlooking the pedestal of God from above, the tomb of the Goddess of Death and Magic was located to its northeast. The God of Power training ground we stopped earlier is in the northwest, and the Library of Knowledge God is in the southeast, so we will circle around the pedestal of God.

Southwest - the closest place to the city of Falve - was flowing an artificial river from the water field created by the Runway (Tidal Boer), pouring it through the cemetery into the River Lady.

This source of water must be replenished regularly by Yut with spells, but the amount of water is also used for the pool of the abundant and powerful God's training ground.

"It looks like Osric Village..."

During the leaking day, three magicians (wizards) were walking in the woods of broad leaves.

There was only about an animal about a bird that was born and accidentally inhabited, but the surrounding woods seemed like they could also hike, whether it was maintained by the clergy of the Temple of Truss-Sink.

"Sure when you ask me. Don't remind me of a place we used to train together."

"Yeah......"

I had invited Yut, who could hardly get the hang of activating a science spell, to practice in the woods near the village of Ozlic.

I guess I'm glad you remembered that. Len looks embarrassed and smiles that make the beholder feel happy.

At that time, there were shocking events where Valtrude was in the water bath, or where Ren fell down with heat, which I will not forget.

"The first time I used a spell, I came home from the woods."

I'm not old enough to immerse myself in memories, but I feel nostalgic.

That's all, I guess that means a lot has happened.

"But this is more of a game than an inspection."

"Disagreement is an unexpected development. As an elf, isn't it calming in the woods?

I don't know, I forgot.

"Elves are a forest species, aren't they?

"Get out of there. It's been decades."

Again, "I forgot," he snapped, and Tertione wandered his nostalgia again. Looks like it's time for me to be dying to smoke.

"Is that what it is?"

I didn't care about my mentor's past, but he wouldn't tell me if I asked. My daughter Ren knows that, too, and she won't say anything.

Just gaze after my father's back going forward.

(I wish this parent and child had a few more conversations)

A clumsy father who is not honest and a daughter who is drawn to her own talents.

10 minutes to walk, wondering if there's any way to narrow the distance between those two. Finally, we arrived at the tomb of the goddess of death and sorcery.

"Wow..."

A little sister disciple gets honest thoughts on the White Asian spiritual temple, which came right through the woods.

A domed roof for a pure white appearance that rejects any fouling. There would be a building of 20 meters made of countless square stones stacked together.

It's still impossible to make in a man's hands, a product of miracles.

It is also beautiful to combine with a garden maintained like the eye of an Acer board in a waterway and aisle, overwhelmed simply by being on this spot.

"Big deal."

Put your hands on Ren's head and praise Tertione as well.

"In the meantime, let's have a visit."

Not for the first time, Yut, somewhat immune, invites the two of them to walk down the aisle of the garden.

The park and surrounding forests are open to the public, but the temple itself was managed by the Temple of Truss-Sink in Falve.

It was thought that a cross spear would enter from the Truss-Sink temple in the Wang capital, but something quiet against expectations. A duel with the Cardinal may have worked unexpectedly.

I chase that out of consciousness, and I exchange words with Arcia's men at the entrance to get them into something.

So I met an unexpected person.

"Mr. Kagra, why..."

"I didn't expect to see you here."

Why she's here.

Yut, who came to think of it, can't carry on two sentences.

I don't even notice him wearing Li Kutua priest (Priest) clothes like a witch outfit instead of a familiar Japanese made-up look and holding something like a board wrapped in cloth around his chest.

"Maybe..."

"Inside the Dragon Man (Draconut)...?

Did Ren realize the same possibility, alternating the faces of Yut and Kagra with a sinking face?

Decent, neck-clapping kagra.

A rare and adorable look on her face that she deserves to be judged as beautiful.

"No. No, you're not!

But that won't last long. Now, hurry up and wave your hand aside and deny it all.

"I'm here to give you this."

"Is that...?

Kagra removes the cloth and shows him the wooden plate he was holding in his chest.

"I talked to Master Alcia, because it meant that you could just give me your name. Exactly, because I couldn't bring the tomb."

"The name of the person who died inside before......?

"Yes, I carved them all inside"

Dragon men who have migrated from faraway lands. I've come to avoid war fire from hiding, so I'll bring my household tools, so make the best of it.

I can't possibly move the cemetery or anything.

And Yut didn't think of that either. It was the same for the dragon men - but life finally settles down and I realize this.

So, as an alternative, he carved the names of his ancestors on the wooden planks and decided to comfort the spirit.

It is the dragon god Bahamut whom the dragon men worship, but not without acknowledging the existence of other gods. A merciful Truss-Sink God would not even treat it roughly.

"I guess I'll tell the old men too..."

The same was true of the Rock Titans who moved to this Marquis of Istas territory. It is also possible to visit the grave using Moments of Movement (Teleport), but there is a good chance of reluctance on the other side.

Then it would be better to worship here in the same way.

Of course, it depends on how they think.

"Are we done talking?

Tertione slaps Yut's shoulder thinking so.

As it was, he slammed it slightly rampantly and encouraged it to move to the back of the temple.

I don't put it in my mouth, but I'm telling you not to think deeply.

I guess I felt the care of the master. Yut separated his guilt from what needed to be done and snorted firmly.

The temple is a vast space of more than 100 meters, both vertical and horizontal, with ceilings close to 15 meters.

In contrast to the appearance of white Asia, the interior is pitch black. Tough spaces are blurred out by the myriad sparkles on the walls.

The lack of windows and yet no smoke or coal would be a sign that it's not just a bump.

There is little decoration or anything in the position to hit the chapel.

But in the deepest part of the temple rested a red tower that reached the ceiling. Little, if any, remains can be delivered to the graves in this basement, but they do not usually go there. It was to offer prayers to the dead towards the upright stretching treasure tower, made of red balls representing this Truss-Sink God.

On the altar set up before it rests a wooden plank strictly named after Kagra. After this, it seems that the priest of the Temple of Truss-Sink will devote himself to the underground.

Close your eyes out of no-one and pray with each fluent.

In Yut's case, that was close to an apology though.

Okay, let's go.

Less than a minute, Tertione says that. Elves may have a different outlook on death.

At the end of the day, it's the library.

"I will return to the castle first."

Kagra, who had prayed for the longest time, also looks up and tells Yut. It was already the face of his maid.

"No, I don't care if I take a day off like this..."

'Cause that's not gonna happen either.'

Apologize for Yut's generosity and leave the temple alone.

(Something needs to be filled. You're doing great, and I think I'll ask you if there's anything you want me to do...)

If Kagra had listened to his heart, he would have made a small leap, while pulling Ren's hand and Yut also started walking to his next destination.

"Have you finally arrived?"

Yuut twinkles with a sense of panacea with a look like he's survived a hard and painful while looking at a circular library on two floors.

"Yeah...... Hey, maybe I'm hungry."

Next to that, Ren says shyly while holding her belly down adorably.

"You're the one who stopped by."

Turtione with his head behind those two.

"In the meantime, still eat this"

Still well taken care of, I took the golden flat sugar-like confectionery out of the porch and shoved it into my daughter's mouth. Items carried from Hardenturm, which were quite expensive but also effective against children.

"Sweet...... right. Father... but..."

"It's delicious, that's fine...... but yuut!

It was also for a moment that he had a tender smile on his daughter. When I gave him a rugged look, he approached his apprentice with a large crotch and dropped his penis on the top of his head.

"What is it? I was just looking at you because I thought you were smiling."

"I don't care about your face."

"Father...... Don't slap me, you can't... right?

"Your daughter seems to be on our side?

"Is it not enough yet?"

"I'm sorry. Now, go without me."

Apologizing only for the form, Yut rushed out to the library of the Knowledge God. If Valtrude were here, it would be a surprise sight.

To his unusual demeanor, if he had watched, Alcia would have smiled bitterly and Acorn would have loved Len.

"I don't know how. It's him."

I got angry, but it's not like making it last. In a word, it flows into the water, followed by the Mage (Warlock) and the Mage's Parent and Son by the Great Mage (Arch Mage).

Hard to foresee the two of them catching up, Yut opened the stone door - breathing in the sight of him jumping in.

"No matter how many times you look at it, don't be overwhelmed..."

I don't have to wonder how to use the expression like a foreign library in this Brewers, but my first impression is exactly that.

As far as I can see, books, books, books.

The circular interior, like a concert hall, was in a rind bowl shape. For each of its hierarchies, bookshelves are installed across numerous and many layers, as if to draw circles or to encircle them.

Its bookshelves are lined with books stored at the same time as the knowledge god Zeras creates a library, a sight exactly what he deserves to call a treasure trove of knowledge.

The windows are small, but the lights emitted from the magic fixtures (magic items) gently illuminate the entire building, and again, they are adjusted with magic fixtures. No humidity was felt and comfortable temperatures were maintained.

"Wow..."

"You have to think about managing it."

The director of the wooden guide doll (Wood Golem) is responsible for organizing basic collections and maintaining books.

But it's hard to make an inventory of how huge it is.

Now, there are a few empty bookshelves.

What should be stored there? That, too, was a lot of trouble for my head.

"For now, let's go up"

Before Tertione complains, Yuto moves to the browsing space upstairs.

Unfortunately, there are very few users of this library. In the first place, the standard level of reading and writing for Valtrude is Brewers.

Only aristocrats, priests, scholars, magicians, etc. can read books like those found in the library of the Knowledge God. And this falve has an extremely small population other than the clergy.

However, if school education goes well, the situation should improve in the future as well. In that sense, it could be described as an institution for the future.

Nevertheless, it makes no difference that it is deserted at the moment.

The browsing space had become the working space for Nice, the black witch from the Vainamarinen School of Magic.

In one corner, you can see tons of book wreckage and black chunks.

Yut and the others try to sew a table for viewing and get closer to you. Ren seemed slightly frightened, though he remained grasping the Great Mage's robe.

"I guess it's late"

"………"

Nice not stopping the hand of work and responding with a word, "It's okay". It will be ordered, checking every page of the collection cut by Vainamarinen.

Stay put for a few minutes.

You made a paragraph, a chunk of darkness twitched and a bunch of paper came out.

".................. ho"

They have a report.

Receive a working report using the vegetable paper produced by the dragon men in the Kera Forest and a note stacked on top of it.

"All in all, there were 371 books. That's the Great Sage. It's tough, but let's do our best!

That's what the note I was given said.

Look at the note at hand, again.

Look at Nice's face. No, I can't see the hood in the way.

Look up to heaven. I saw the ceiling. Exquisite sculpture.

"I see. Is that a translation problem?"

Betting on the possibility, Yut hands the note to his master.

"What?

Surprisingly, Tertione glanced at the content, hands on his chin, where his mustache remained, tilted his neck, looked down at the black lump - Nice - and snapped a word.

"What... what...?

Apparently, Yut's hopes were cut off.

(Email makes you rap, that kind of system. Right)

I guess people like that, when it comes to being there. They just didn't use emoticons.

If I remember, I might use it.

"In the meantime, shall we work"

Yuut recovering from the shock turns to what was a stacked book in one corner - an object.

The "Repair Items" spell is five times a day for Yut alone. With the addition of TURTIONE or REN, ten books will be able to be repaired.

"Damn. Yut, I'm not doing this for you. Don't get me wrong."

"On the contrary, do other interpretations exist…"

"Oh?"

"Yes, sir. Anyway, I appreciate it."