Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I was rolling around the alchemy book, moving my feather pen with my opposite hand and taking notes.

Lending is subject to strict constraints and special applications, but there are no particular restrictions on copying, with the exception of some books.

It spelled out the parts that bothered me about the essentials and what I came up with.

Magic books are mostly written with a dedicated letter called array letters, but so was this book.

However, there were different parts from the array letters I knew, so I had a hard time reading them.

Array characters often vary slightly between regions and ages, depending on the person's habits.

Besides, I tend to write as much as I like as a good magician, so the harder I struggle with things that are likely to be helpful.

"What are you looking into this?

Meir calls out.

Meir put her jaw on her desk and looked at the book I was reading as she narrowed her eyes.

"I'm concentrating now, so later..."

Say it, swallow the words.

Speaking of which, the junior came home angry in his previous life, also when he was reading the alchemy magic book in prolonged disregard of the junior talking to him.

Same thing doesn't work.

It was Meir who carried the book in the first place.

"Look, you had fragments of the Zeshm ruins. I was wondering if I could use that for something."

I was also looking extensively into the ore that was similar in nature to the one used for that site.

That's just elf technology. I couldn't find any ore or its making that has exactly the same properties, but the applications for its use are floating around.

I was also thinking that it would be ant to scrape stones and make oatems.

The only problem is the machining technique.

The Marlens are good at handling trees, but hard to stone.

I just want to hand over more and more bundles of blueprints to someone I'm used to.

"Oh, you were bringing that up. What do you think you can make?

"Sounds like a great way to fly magic far away, so a wand or a magic cannon..."

"I see. Looks kind of authentic..."

"I'm not interested in weapons, though. I want to make flying oatems and floating chairs."

Later it's also going to be a magic wave tower for magic guided phones (Magiphones).

This sees the way to pragmatization.

Although there is a bit of difficulty with the funds.

"Floating chair..."

"Sounds easy, doesn't it? I want to be able to travel long distances and eventually also put on a massage function"

"Evelhide is going to turn out..."

He's not dead yet.

I just want to go see him one of these days.

"But... ho... Sounds like a lot of difficulty."

What I'm reading now is a book written by a famous alchemist who died eighty years ago called Altamia. How dare you read this man's array letters because of his strong habits.

What it says is helpful, but I feel like I'm trying this, you know, with the reader ridiculed.

He must have been a pretty bad granny.

No, I know this content won't convey nuances unless it says this. I know, but after taking that into account, I still don't think it's very, very likely that I'm writing thinking about letting people read it.

I wonder if the disciple just duly wrote the note writing.

Because of this, the grandmother of Altamia said she had caused a slightly crazy incident at the end and was sealed in the tower with fifty magicians from the king who feared it.

Maybe it was a useless type of genius.

This book also says a hell of a lot about it, but should it be stored so sweet?

If I were a clerk, I'd either burn it or designate a restraining order.

It even makes me wonder if I would have put it prominently on the church foil because no one could read it.

"Because of this, so why don't you go look for some interesting books for Meir, too? It's a specialty book for magicians, so you don't know anything from the side."

"Er... Meir, it's just kind of fun to watch next to Abel like this, isn't it?

... If I had a voice from the side, I wouldn't be able to decipher it.

I don't want to do anything to get rid of it.

"Look, maybe there's a bow guide or something."

"... hey, I'm going to find you"

Meir took a seat and walked over to where the bookshelves were lined up.

... Was the way things are now a bit dastardly?

Yes, no, they could take it like they're treating you like a disturber not to proceed with the decryption, and it's definitely better than that, right?

As I was reading for a while, I heard footsteps walking this way.

Is it Meir?

I can also think of someone who is simply trying to use this desk.

Because the footsteps stopped behind me, I was convinced it was Meir.

"I found something interesting..."

Looking back as I said, there was an old man in a monastic garment.

My back is not crooked and I am sure for my age.

No, who is it?

"Ah... hi, uh... how can I help you?

"Ho, no, I thought you were young but keen to study. Which, are the checks going on?

"Ha ha..."

What the hell is this old man?

Are you even looking for someone who wanders around the church library and is free to talk to you for a second?

I've been concentrating.

"Oh, man. Isn't that the wise man, Master Rowdio?

"Were you in this library?"

"It's a pretty promising future to catch Master Rowdio's eye, that kid."

The perimeter begins to squirm.

Is this guy such a great guy?

Sage is a tribute to humans who can form their own magic formations.

"Stop it. I'm not just a monk."

Laughing all the time, an old man named Rowdio turns his palm to the people behind him.

Hey, what's the word now, don't you hate it a bit? No, I guess it's okay because I don't seem angry with the side you told me.

"Oh, nostalgia. When I was younger, I randomly piled up books. I think it would be smarter to read the numbers."

"Oh, really..."

"But in the end, that's inefficient. Especially among the younger ones, it's time to read this and one of the books you decide to do, and grasp the basics first. I've been watching it for a while now, but even if I read it like that, it won't come into my head."

"No, I spent a lot of time..."

"I'm not listening to what my ancestors said. Young people don't listen to people."

Now you're wearing my words naturally, you old man.

Listen to people.

"We can't just hurry ahead and fall. Well, that's life, too. It's a lie when it comes to the fact that Washi didn't have such a blue age either. Most of the time, I was such a little kid."

Rowdio puts his hands on the ground and looks at me often.

What is this guy?

What is it really? What are you doing here?

"Which, what are you looking into? I'll give you some advice. Let me see."

Oh, can you give me some advice?

That helps. I'm sorry I thought of this guy or something.

I was just reading while skipping a word I couldn't decipher.

I had trouble getting my legs pulled without knowing what I was going to say to the crack that came out again and again.

"Then I'm sorry, Master Sage Rowdio..."

"Ho ho. I don't mind Rowdio doing this. Just in Rowdio. I'm just old enough to say that I've been in touch with magic a little longer than people in the meantime. Look, you should ask this just old man anything. Anything."

... What is it? This way, somehow the included sucks.

Is it because of the way you say it? Is it because of the expression?

"Mr. Rowdio. It's a word here... I'm not sure what this indicates."

"Mmm, which one? Hmm?"

Rowdio bends his back, then sticks his neck out and approaches the book.

"Hmm... Hmm?

Rowdio's expression hardens like it's frozen.

"Here... See, in this sentence, you use it to calculate the amount of magic per unit of time that the magic formations drain? So I thought it might be some kind of proprietary coefficient that Altamia had in mind, but it's on this page... it's out here too. In a completely different way. I thought there was something fundamentally wrong with me, but I'm mentioning this one and this one in a different way, so maybe it should fit. But, you see, this is the magic formation that makes magic more efficient..."

Rowdio's complexion is getting worse.

"Mr. Rowdio?

"Oh? Oh? Ooh..., ooh..."

Rowdio is sweating sloppily, repeating short words in his mouth.

"Hey, um, are you okay? You should drink water..."

"... hmm? What are you talking about?

"Huh...? No, that's why this part of..."

"Ah! Isn't it this time already -!!

Rowdio opened his eyes and shouted, slamming his desk with momentum that he didn't think was old.

The book that was on my desk jumps lightly. A man who was reading a book at the same desk threw the book and stood up for something.

Isn't this guy more powerful than me?

"Shh, I'm sorry, young magician! I'm busy! I'm so sorry!

When I said that, I ran away like a doodle.

He was about to fall over trying to avoid hitting people along the way, but he quickly regains his posture and resumes his run.

In the library, it quieted down.

Silence was kept for a while. But when someone started talking about something, they all started to show up inside their manners talking to each other.

I couldn't move for a while, but when I saw the guy who just got up re-sat, I took the brush pen.