Log Horizon

◆ 17

"When you develop a radio type, you will need the size of the antenna that corresponds to it."

"Size, is it?

"Parabola's, well, that's the plate part. You need the size there. It's not very technical, so it's really a force technique or a size to cover it."

"The duration and budget"

"He said the budget is Akiva's current finances... it could take about three years. The inventions of Adventurers are good for making a single thing, but building mass production and huge things is still lacking power. The construction period depends on the people who put it in, but there are technical developments…. Include research time and we won't be able to answer you right away."

"... Really?"

"It's not realistic in the current Akiba system."

- The conversation with Roderick ended in that way.

Shiloe made his way home from Spring Akiba toward his guild.

I didn't even intend to put it on my face myself, but I also got my sleeve pulled "Master, don't be depressed" by Akatsuki, who recently became strangely inquisitive. I tried to answer, "I'm fine," but I can't get stuck.

"My lord has become my grandfather's forehead."

"I wonder. I don't think so."

Shiloe tries to loosen her hands to the further forehead of Akatsuki's gaze. It's no different than usual. Hair does not grow unless some external force is applied in this world. The length of your forehead touching your fingertips, too, so it's always the same.

The guild house at the "Horizon of Records" (Log Horizon) was secluded when we got home. There is a cat mark on the blackboard that says "I'm coming to buy out dinner" in the letter Nyantai. The direct successor should be accompanying Xiaolong in his training, and Tora should have made his way to the "Three Days and Moons Alliance". Minori and the others, these days, had come to decide to act on their own without having to rely on the Siloes.

Even the deserted breathed the air in the calming guild, and Shiloe and Akatsuki went up the stairs. Open the usual office door through the dance floor overlooking the living room. If you look behind you all the way over your armpit, Akatsuki just looks at you and says, "What are you doing? Get in the room quickly," he seemed urging. Apparently, they go into the room together, have tea, escort, and hide. Siroe laughed small, inviting Akatsuki in.

Get the means to contact the moon.

Though I should have tried to have such a goal, that doesn't make my daily worries go away. The city of Akiba is a vibrant city with new inventions and developments every day. But it also means that new problems and problems are invented every day.

More than half of Akiba's problems, to Shiloe's mind, are those caused by a shortage of human resources. Few people can operate or direct it even if they have the resources to solve it. That is the false appearance of the current Round Table Meeting.

There are a number of causes. For example, the disappearance of Krusty, who represented the Round Table Conference, is one of them. His charisma, mentoring and command skills are great things r without complaint, and Siloe thinks it's painful that he's gone.

Motivate the surrounding area. Or make you feel confident that you'll figure it out even if something goes wrong. That kind of ability is completely separate from actual practical ability. Speaking of Siloe's own knowledge, [she]... Kanami and others who retired from Elder Tail and traveled to Europe will do so. The Tea Party of the Prodigal (Tea Party) was definitely hers. The Prodigal (Gamer) was gathered under the banner of unlimited positivity and a gunless smile.

In her case, it's just the motivation engine, but Siloe thinks it's the special ability of the chosen person to infect the surroundings with this motivation. Crusty is one of those limited people. Most of all, in Krusty's case, it also becomes a pain in the ass to comment because of its political, practical, clerical, command, athletic and artistic abilities. The Lords' Conference that was fleeing in a rash, if you ask me later, doesn't Crusty say that even Social Dance is a ten-year career unit? Shiloe feels completely deceived when she hears it.

Even if beings like Krusty and Kanami are exceptions, Akiba's "adventurers" tend to give in to each other to avoid those responsible. This is probably more Japanese in character than this. Everyone thinks that a leader is a troublesome, less good role that gets slapped around if anything.

Siloe believes that the emergence of an autonomous organization called the "Roundtable Conference" and the bending of the past year was due to the fact that from the beginning of the first place, it was launched in a way of giving voice to the leaders of the major guilds. We all came out of a fair situation. Come on. It's not hard to imagine that we would not even have been able to organise an operational entity that manages elections when we said we would decide in elections.

Moreover, technical problems also existed. There are no emails, no spreadsheet software or writing software, no recording devices, and no postal services are developed. Being such a different world, it's hard to have an earth-like conference here. There is not even a copier. Even making a number of people's minutes of "I want to do today's meeting with this kind of content," if you do it by hand, it will be a day of work.

Siloe is very popular in that sense.

The suboccupation "Writer" (Sklor) has acquired the ability to relate to types and copying in general, including copying from craft systems such as paper and ink creation, assisted systems such as drawing tables and titles, and even the ability to reproduce documents and maps in front of eyes. Naturally, magic items cannot be replicated, and considerable material is required, but there is no problem even with junior material as long as it is about conference material.

With that ability in mind, the participating guild masters and participating guilds of the Round Table Conference bring in documents that they wish to reproduce. It handles human copiers.

When he noticed, the shadow length of the pen in his hand also exceeded ten centimeters.

They were immersed in the work for a few hours.

Stretching your spine sounds like a gorilla. It's something I've been familiar with since I was a student because I've had a lot of desk work, but when I raised my gaze to wipe my glasses, Akatsuki and Li-Gan were drinking tea on the reception set.

"All of you."

The "magician" looked exactly the same when he could tell with a smile and a flickering hand.

"Mr. Li-Gang. When did you get here?

"Just now, Master Shiloe."

"Huh. I kept it for you."

Akatsuki, sitting in the front seat on the couch with his chest stretched, gazed at the table lower in front of him. Horseradish tea and bean treats for hot water swallowing. Totally Akatsuki's hobby, but not incorrect as a response to the Guest. "Then I would have liked to hear from you," I thought, "but I didn't speak to you. Because before I spoke, I had the perception that it was more of a problem for me not to notice if I had visitors to the same office.

"The investigation in Suskino has finally come to a paragraph...... It's been a long time, Master Shiloe."

"How is everyone?

Shiloe also called out as she lowered her back to next to Akatsuki with her own hot water swallow. Li-Gang grins with a narrow eye. In our previous relationship, we also know very well that this young man, who is no better than a wise man named Li-Gang, is interesting because the spicy part is the hiccups of something. It also means that his academic curiosity about magic, magic devices, and the ancient history of civilization that accompanies it is real.

He said, "Yes, thank you very much."

"|" Intercity Transfer Device "" Rubi: Transport Gate ", you got something?

Siroe asked.

Li-Gun stayed in Susquino to examine the silent Intercity Transfer Device. Of course, the investigation is beneficial to the Shiloes (Adventurers), but what Shiloe asked was only meant to be about public discourse.

"The silence of the Intercity Transfer Device is due to a lack of magic supplies."

But the answer was very light.

"If it was to that extent, I would have found out on the first day of the investigation," Li-Gang chuckles as if he was lit with his neck clenched. But he said he was conducting an investigation because he didn't know how to supply magic or the source of energy. The further the investigation progressed, the more intrigued I was by the function and mechanism as a large magic tool, and that's what I found out in detail.

"While doing a lot of research, I found that |" Fairy Wheel "and" Rubi: Fairy Ring "are still age-related. You also have a legacy that the moon has the ruins of the ancient Alves. Similar functionality appears to be employed in the Intercity Transfer Device. It's all in these papers."

Shiloe was hit by the unexpected keyword "moon," and took Li-Gang's compiled report. Is it a summary, there are not many?

If you skip the magical embellishment, it seemed to be about the position guide function for transfer managed by the moon. The Circle of Fairies, the Intercity Transfer Device, the Great Temple - that's the element that's affecting all transfers.

(After all, is there some kind of facility on the moon... If you believe in Mr. Roe2's letter, he says there is a community of [supervisors] on the moon. They probably use the Adventurer's body on the test server. Is that them doing some work on the ruins of Alv...)

Or are you waiting?

Siloe thinks so. Combined with reports from Minori, it seems that the "Supervisor" is a being tied to the rules of the "Elder Tail" and Cerdesian world, although of course it has great power. Proof of this would be that he was using the abilities of one of the twelve classes, the Summoner.

"... I knew I needed a comm"

"Communications?"

The feeling leaked into his voice, which seems to have inspired Li-Gang's curiosity. Siroe honestly held up the consultation.

"Yes. The Adventurer is looking for a way to get back into the original world. To do this, I need to communicate with the moon. I'm looking for a way."

"Whew! Is that Adventurer's comm device? I wonder what it is. That's exciting!

"No, not so easily. Budget, technology, overnight."

Reminds me of Roderick's sleazy face.

If it was critical and impossible, you would have had a more regrettable look, so that's really hopeless for the moment.

"Well technological development is a time-consuming thing. It's a lifetime job. I had no choice. But, well, then why don't we use Sibuya's communications equipment?

"What?"

Siloe asked back.

"Get in touch with the moon," "Get to the moon," and "Find out the moon". Such quests did not exist in the game age. That's a guaranteed fact for Shiloe, who used the offensive site as his castle. But it's not like the moon didn't come out as an in-game legacy. Instead, predictions existed as to whether a month with a test server would be a stage for adventure, although I don't know which stage. The monuments associated with the remaining months are evidence of this.

"Sibuya's. of the ruins."

"Is that not broken?

So it's not like we didn't take into account the remaining broadcaster ruins in Sibuya. But it's also a possibility that we ruled out first. The site was completely harvested, destroyed, and abandoned. Even the game age should have only inhabited non-aggressive low-level animals or so.

"But there was a reaction to the communications network during the gate investigation, right? Isn't he alive?

Siroe thought into Li-Gang's words.

I had the opposite idea.

Shiloe filled in the possibility of Shibuya on the assumption of his knowledge of the "Elder Tail" of the game age. But if it is Cerdesia, which has now become a different world, maybe something new is there. Hidden rooms that could not be found in the game days, antennas that reach up the outer walls, or underground facilities with no entrances or exits - such possibilities can exist.

I just looked into the investigation, and the siloe floated, but the incoming remarks carried bad news.

The moon moth that brings sleep snuck into the night of Yamato.

◆ 18

"He's gonna be a real lord, Sama."

Isaac was so blurred with a glass of sweet liquor he didn't like.

The hall is filled with countless lights and filled with the sound of interior music. Night clubs seem to belong to the nobility among the cultures of the "earthlings". I guess it is an appeal of plain power to be able to host a feast filled with light even after sundown.

Maihama is the leading territory in the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. Sometimes its next lord, the number of invitees extended to a considerable number. Neighbouring lords and their families are present, and nobles with distant territories are sending their names. The hall is filled with three hundred crappy "earthlings" along with their escorts and their services on the Mai Hama side.

Isaac kept the wine, staring at Isels, who would receive greetings, from where he left off, and flirting with emotion. Admittedly, I can do it, but I'm still eight. In Isaac's common sense, he's still young.

"Yes, it seems so. This is going to be a tough time, and it could be tough."

"Coming up? Does that have anything to do with the Minami people plotting something?

Isaac replies to Karasin's point next door without doing his gaze.

It's a pain in the ass, but this unveiling, Isaac and Karasin are positioned as Orthodox angels and deputy ambassadors from the Round Table Conference. Isaac wanted to escape saying that he was not comfortable with such a messy role, but he couldn't help but say that he was short of manpower for the current Roundtable Conference.

Although I'm going to leave every negotiation to Karasin to drink for me, it doesn't suit my tastes such as a banquet of nobility. I think it's more considerate that Meval Fried liquor is cooled to a dish.

It's not like Isaac is going to soak up more than he has a position as an escort, but it's not like he doesn't recall the delicacies that are going to burn.

"Oh. That's a rare guess. Are you wild?"

Karasin doesn't care how Isaac feels. "You" was Isaac with a slight flash of mood, even as he made his mouth a letter to.

"It's a joke, see. If you look like that, the mote escapes. Smile, Smile. I'll make you come forward later, even Meval Fly."

"Mmm."

I'll roar, but Karasin seemed to be looking forward to it. I'm not the kind of man who cares.

"Minami is working with the" Holy Empire Westlande, "right? If that Westlande is serious about keeping Eastal under control, then war will be inevitable."

"Around what Grandpa said."

Isaac snaps.

"What is it?

"Oh, I've been briefed."

The certainty and current confusion between the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and the Holy Empire Westlande seemed no longer to be a shared recognition among the "earthlings" aristocracy. The presence of such air has also been reported at the upper level of the Round Table Conference.

But it wasn't until Isaac came to My Hama that he realized it. After all, humans can't feel the problem as "about themselves" unless they're directly connected. Isaac thought it was someone else's tragedy he'd never met. It's obvious.

"Huh. Well, if people get together, they'll have trouble. The more we get together, the more we get together. The situation is complicated with us adventurers involved."

"You know a lot about me."

"Wow. Isaac, what do you think of me? I'm a merchant, merchant. For a merchant, information is life, right? How about you?

"Don't feel like you're flying a boom."

Isaac replied as he teased the decorative ear decorations. Among the "earthlings", it is not uncommon for even men to wear these accessories for the exaggeration of identity and power. But it's also true that Isaac's values make him feel uncomfortable as a host.

"I don't know about us nobles or anything, so hey. Is this normal? Use it properly."

"I have to interrupt something."

Nasty responses to Karasin are blocked by cheer.

In terms of the spirit of today's unveiling, the lead role is Isels. But personal majesty and charm can ignore the spirit of such meetings. As the doors opened and a luxurious silver-haired girl with the same uniformed escort as Isaac, began to move closer to Isaac.

It's Princess Rainesia.

"Anyway, it's beautiful."

"I heard you've been on a long assignment to serve as a bridge between Akiba and the Adventurers."

"He went back to the castle this morning at Eagle Lion."

"Eagle Lion!?

Whether it's a whisper that dropped your voice, if this number comes together, it becomes quite voluminous as a background sound. With a slightly nagging and modest grin, Rainesia seemed to gain an overwhelming popularity among the "earthlings" as "Princess of Rose Garden" and "Rose Garden Princess" as previously reputed.

It's not an uncomfortable reaction for Isaac, who also feels Raynesian popularity in Akiba. Instead, he laughs at Reese's assessment of "He looks elegant" and "You think he's a master of intelligence comparable to the Chancellor who cuts through the territory with it".

"It's late, Grandpa."

"Welcome home, sister."

"I'm sorry I'm late for your birthday. Forgive me, Isels."

"Your sister works in the city of Akiba!

Breaking into the crowd and Isaac getting there seemed to be the best scene for Rainesia to say hello to Sergiad and Isels. In the heart of the glow of the warm hall, Reynesia, sitting back and smiling at her brother, was certainly as beautiful as she wanted to remain in the painting.

Well, you won't even have to talk to him. With that in mind, Isaac takes about two steps back to secure a position where he can put the Cowens in sight. I thought I'd keep watching my family for a while, but Isaac would have a tight look in Isels' words that followed.

"Sister, I have become a friend of the Adventurer, just like your sister."

"... Isels? Don't think it's that easy to be friends with an 'adventurer'. Friends are what you get through misery with great courage."

"What about your sister?

"Yeah, I got through the trials, of course"

"Wow!"

That's not great.

(Tulle) I don't know what I'm thinking.

If I tried with a tired glance, Reese lowered her arm halfway up with a bewildered, unstoppable look as well. I'm sure you gave up on that one. I don't know the details, but Leese should be in a position like a Rainesian escort and back shield. It has also been reported in the Round Table Conference that the murderer's case was solved by the Akiba woman, Adventurer, based in the Water Maple Hall. Large-scale combat (Reid) meant that Isaac also saw and heard the record, but it was this girl named Reese who took command of the operation.

"And some of the Adventurers are lurking with monsters and demons and glasses."

"Monster...?

"Yeah. Be careful with your glasses. Against the glasses, it doesn't do a lot of things. No, there's a disobedient gap. If you can spot it, it's a trap."

The story seems to be further out of line.

Princess Rainesia, who nowadays tries to persuade Isels by kneeling completely, whispers a streamlined shaped brow with a worrying voice. If you are a far-winded nobleman who doesn't know what the story is about, it is the diagram of a wise and heartfelt princess who gives advice to her brother, who bears the great responsibility of a lord, but in content it is a complete waste of justice.

No, I don't think so.

Isaac reconsidered. Crusty (Elite Eyeglasses) and Siloe (Belly Black Eyeglasses) will be the ones on the subject. If that's the case, "there's nothing wrong with defying" and "it's a trap" wouldn't even be a lie. Thank you. It looks like Akiba's "Adventurer" is being twisted and passed on among the "Earthlings". I don't know what they think of me as it is.

I don't care about Crusty, but let me tell you more, it might be a hassle, but it seemed a little slow.

"It's okay. Isaac, you're not a glasses."

"Oh, my God, not my glasses."

Isels' exalted proclamation will pop up, and Isaac will scratch in flashes. I don't care what Isels told me, but I couldn't stay away from him in my position. Isaac looked around depressedly at the gavel of his sister and brother's conversation. The hallucinations that echoed in my ear were rough because I wasn't used to using them. Because of too many participants in this hall, I can only sense ambiguity.

"What? Huh. Huh. It's not like that, Master Isaac. Good afternoon."

"I'm just in the mood. Here. You can't keep up with Crusty."

"... something that's not there. That one."

What is this princess? Wouldn't you be able to do that?

Isaac knows neither the birth nor the growth of a nobleman, nor his life. Somehow, he's rich, so I guess he can stick tight from a young age. I guess it's a goose cross because it's only a sign of duty. Damn it. You're perfectly sorry to live like that. That's what I thought. To the extent that Rainesia also considered herself an important guest of the Round Table Conference and an important figure of the "Grounders". When it comes to the real world, the rich idol, the degree of recognition, makes it hard to sprinkle the imprint of NPC of the game.

But the earlier fudge would be much more age-appropriate than a gentle, clear smile. That's what I thought. Crusty's idiot, too, panicked with an unnoticed bomb. I thought so, too.

"Ah, sister! It's yuzu juice. Looks delicious. And your share, Isaac."

"Uh hey. Isels, don't be so shy."

"But I'm happy."

When the mind decides, the body can hold onto it, too.

Isaac felt strangely calm and lifted Isels up a little and grated him on hand. Sister-like silver hair is thinner than silk thread, sagging through between the fingers Isaac brutally strokes.

"A man stands up more closely. Not to mention what you're about to do to your head."

"Could it be?"

"I'm a lord. - You over there. And that one, that one, that one."

Isaac gave him a thick finger that was a saving. From the perspective of the "Earthlings", that finger movement that depicts the unfamiliar demon squares in the air is actually a gesture that materializes "What Spins Bitterness" and "Sword of Pain Black" from the item menu. The hall became noisy with a shimmering sword of pitch-black summoned from different spaces by red-haired greatness wrapped in the uniform of the Round Table Conference.

The noise is hilarious, and Isaac throws a ferocious grin on the blue-white, tight faces of the samurai and nobles pointed at Isaac.

"I'm sure assassinations are already sneaky."

The "Surprise Alert Ear Ornament" pressed by Karasin made a strong bell sound.

The sound was also as if it were a roar of fierce beasts threatening their enemies.