The God has moved to another world.

Fenghiko stuck a subtly drawn smile on his face and rinsed the tea served in an irresistible way.

The warm rise of the hot air gives it a truly transparent shade of amber.

When I put it in my mouth, I felt a definite deep sweetness in the bitter taste.

Pretty good product, I guess.

Sometimes the unbalance buys it, and it doesn't seem like it's the same as a mass-produced pet bottle that turns it into a liquor divider.

Boulder, is the largest energy enterprise in this world.

I guess it's even a fancy cup of tea served to customers.

A guild in this world is like a super multinational corporation.

Buy magic crystals made in your body by warcraft called Demon Stones from an expert in combat against warcraft called Adventurers.

Process and sell this to a usable state in line with the magic system used by the counterparty's country.

The technology to process demonic stones currently only held guilds, the method of which was considered top-secret.

For this reason, if you need a great deal of magic other than your own, you will have to purchase a "Processed Demon Stone" as energy from your Alliance.

In any country, it would be easy if only to collect demonic stones.

But I don't have the know-how to process and operate it.

There are still many countries where research and research is ongoing, but technology that is more stable and cheaper to process than the Alliance has not been developed.

The Alliance has at its disposal the world's energy industry, though, it would not be an exaggeration.

Being such a guild, its steering always requires careful attention.

I want energy, but I don't like to pay for it.

I want to take the technology and destroy it.

Countries and organizations that think about such things will not be able to do ten or twenty.

Bad news is, the people in those hands aren't small things that fly if you blow them.

It's just a country, an organization with the same powers.

Despite a situation that can be described as full of enemies if you look at it, the Alliance has never been under external control since its inception.

In every branch in every country, all interference from the country had been dialed back.

An organization called the Alliance has the skill and know-how to do just that.

Being so good as an organization means nothing more than that the people who run it are also good.

The guild, one of the world's leading corporate entities, was not an exaggeration to say that the people who move it were also among the world's leading.

The executives who run the entire guild, which brings together a selection of talent, have many different backgrounds.

Some were involved in state operations, including former nobles and key military positions.

What Funghiko is currently in is a conference room at Alliance headquarters, where such talented and talented Alliance executives meet together.

The guild executives are all silent with nervous faces, and the harsh air dominates the indoors.

Fenghiko, who looked around again to confirm it, laughed empty-handedly and then carried his tea to his mouth to deceive him.

The cause of this air, needless to say, was Kazuhiko.

That would make it this way.

So poisoned in his heart, Fenghiko sighed small.

Fenghiko entered this room a few minutes ago.

It was hard to predict that the guild's operational meeting was over, and it entered through the vent.

Fenghiko was a Guardian made from the wind, and the way it existed was very similar to the wind.

Wherever the air moves, it can exist anywhere, and can travel to any place without time loss.

It is impossible to defeat physically or magically because it is the wind.

And being shapeless, I was able to easily change my appearance.

In addition, Eltovael has given us knowledge and information specific to information gathering and infiltration.

The security of the Alliance was one of the best in the world, but from such a wind, it remained a thought to enter and exit.

Guild executives were greatly surprised by Kazuhiko, who appeared as if he had anticipated the end of the meeting.

Security tried to move to seize him immediately, but Fenghiko quickly dissipates signs of being a Guardian.

I don't usually go outside. It's to make people understand that "I am the use of God" in what they live in this world.

Having made him understand who he was in an instant, Fenghiko took it with him that he wanted to talk to the guild executives on this occasion.

Content concerns "abandoned land".

The "Land of Forsaken" was opened and became the first place in this world where the Land God, who presides over the land, was placed.

The name of that God is "Red Sheath," and henceforth the name of the land will be re-managed as "Reviewed Land".

It was.

Immediately after describing its contents, it is in its current state.

Something bitter and silent.

Things that twitch and sweat cold.

Something visible and trembling.

Looking at the guild executives taking various reactions, Fenghiko once again snapped in his mind.

That would make it this way.

The land reviewed is here, near Einfarble, the Alliance headquarters.

There's no way it won't affect you.

This is how the Guardian of the land came.

It would be easy to imagine that it is simply not the kind of greeting that "no longer connects the land, so keep it up."

What will Fenghiko talk about after this?

Imagine that, you should be nervous or under stress getting hit in the stomach.

A guild is not a top-down organization.

It is a huge organization with numerous departments, each with specialist powers.

By its very nature, it would be quicker to explain the situation to not only one person, but also to a few of the top related departments.

Therefore, Fenghiko entered the conference room at this time when all the executives of the guild were present.

I'm in, I mean.

To be exact, they got in.

It was Eltovael who gave the instructions.

"Now once a year, this is the period during which Alliance executives gather for meetings. After that, you'll be able to talk to everyone easily."

Well, I guess so.

It's painful, the air.

These bold means don't seem to suit Eltovael, but they didn't actually.

Carefully, sometimes boldly.

If it's a big secret, we don't want to involve an entire organization that can protect it.

Sometimes in such a way, "sinful angels” are feared.

Yeah, already, Master Eltovael.

When you leave, you'll definitely say, "Boulder, you're an angel who uncovers sin! Hey, no angel to uncover sin!" or something to tease you about.

When Fenghiko decided to his heart, he returned the cup with tea to the receptacle.

So I notice that in the bitter air, only one person is rubbing his chin with a calm look.

A person in a middle-aged, fat shape, wearing glasses, even though he is a species with a sleazy image of the Lizardman species.

This is Boger Throwbird, the guild leader.

Boger must have noticed Fenghiko's gaze.

He lifted one, humanly speaking, area that hit his eyebrows and put his arm back on his desk.

When you take a deep breath so that it sounds deliberately, you gather your indoor gaze at yourself with those signs.

"We also felt that there was a change in his land. After all, were you open"

Did you settle down as soon as possible, or did you wait for the others on this occasion to settle down?

Either way, Boger doesn't see the color of agitation.

Sometimes Eltovael just credited himself with being a competent person.

Fenghiko nodded one sneer as he made a smile.

"Yes. And I'm sure you know this, too. The reviewed land is currently inhabited by the Agney tribe. Red Sheath admitted, as a resident,"

The words changed the complexion of the guild executives.

Some things are blue, some things are frozen.

I guess everyone here knows one thing about Metermagito and Agney.

I'm sure you're thinking that the spearhead of anger might be suitable for the Alliance, etc.

God moves with logic that cannot be imagined from man.

It's only natural to think that you might be held responsible.

As soon as I get to that idea, I guess everyone here understands that a lot.

"I'll tell you something first, Master Red Sheath is a land god. I'm not going to do this to Metermagito right now because that interest is all about the inside of the land."

I gave Metermagito's name without saying no earlier, but they all understood what it meant.

I feel that the tension in the field can be relieved just a little bit, and Fenghiko is relieved.

Honestly, Funghiko didn't like places like this.

Everyone around me seems smart, and they're pretty much just great people.

Can I say something that sounds great from the top?

Fenghiko had that in mind.

Based on the power of the red sheath, Kazuhiko, where he is the Guardian with the general common sense given to him by Eltovael, has become the bearer of a rather small sense of civility.

Honestly, I don't like this kind of place, and I wanted to go back to the land that was blah blah blah blah blah blah quickly reviewed.

The ghost of Skysler I first met was so scared, and the boger in front of me sounds like a crook and scares me.

Still, if you don't do your job at all, you probably have a strong sense of purpose because you inherit the common temperament of Red Sheath and Eltovael.

"So, right? As I said, Agney and the others are currently living in the land under review. As you know, there are a lot of Stenglaire people around."

"I know. There are many of them lurking in this city."

What I've answered was, I was still a boger.

As guild leader, I guess he'll be at the heart of the conversation on this occasion.

"Actually, I don't really want to let the public know that the land has been opened up yet. I want to keep it as a secret as much as I can."

With all this said, Fenghiko thought that the people here would draw their intentions.

I don't want you to talk about anything else because it contains guilds within that necessary minimum and I want to keep it as secret as possible.

Sometimes I'd rather have people read it in depth and think about it a lot than bother to say it.

"But residents need supplies. If you want to live like a primitive, you need iron and cloth."

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

The Agneys are amazing.

I want to cheek.

And so on and so forth, I thought in my heart, Kazuhiko, but naturally I didn't give it to my mouth.

"In short, it's supplies. I need supplies. But when I try to bring it in, the Stenglea people will find me. So it will be ex-post consent...... I dug the underground tunnel"

"Ho. Already finished?"

"Yes, it leads from Einfarble to the land reviewed. I'm sorry I took it upon myself in your city."

"No, because it is God's will. You can't be dissatisfied or anything. Until I was purely surprised. Please do not misunderstand."

In fact, it was almost ex-post consent to the red sheath, too, but well, you'd better leave that area obscured.

"That would help. Now, tunnels are in place, so we need to purchase supplies and the means to transport them here. First, the purchase is Houlika. I'm going to ask Skysler to carry it."

"To those two countries. Am I right? Certainly appropriate."

It was also only a few seconds before I frowned to think.

Boger looks convinced and nods loudly.

I guess because I immediately guessed why those two countries were chosen.

Original country of ownership of the land under review and the country of transport whose location was one of the bases.

As a country of choice, it should be satisfactory.

But it's good to talk fast when you just give me a name and you'll even guess why.

Either way, without the hassle of explaining it, Fenghiko feels delightful, scared and subtle.

That's all I'm guessing, talking to a good opponent.

I get anxious that my own one won't come out.

But he shakes his head and kicks his weakness out of his head that it won't start with a flinch.

"So, right? As you can guess, buying a lot of things is remarkable. Naturally, it also carries in. Keep it, too. Buying and carrying will be well covered up by Houlika and Skysler. But temporarily, we're going to leave it in this town."

"We guilds need to manipulate information so that it is not understood around us. Does that mean"

"Exactly. I wish I could ask. Other than that, there will be a lot more inconvenience than just being an entrance or exit. I was hoping you'd be more comfortable around there."

"Okay. Let the Alliance be responsible and do so."

Listening to Boger's words, Fenghiko lowered his chest with relief inside.

Now, half the work is like done.

The problem is the other half.

It might be more of a problem this way.

Fenghiko decided to do so and cut out the talk.

"Thank you. Sit down. It's very helpful. So, right? As a matter of fact, if you had listened to this request, Mr. Red Sheath would have told me something."

"Ha. What does that mean?

"I haven't decided on the details yet. Delegates, right? I'd like to invite you to the land under review and talk to you."

Small groans and coughing sounds.

It's not something I was praised for, but I don't think I can.

Rather, that's all we can do. Around the corner, you can say that's the guild executives.

Normally, it's not strange to fall.

In spite of it, Boger just opened his eyes and made a surprising look.

It's so thin of a reaction that you don't understand the meaning of the word.

Of course, there's no reason for that.

Boger opened his mouth when he showed a few nodding tricks.

"Somehow, it's uninterrupted. No way I told this story while I was alive...... no, I didn't think I would be in these positions. Representative, who will it be in this case?"

"If I could, would I say Lord Boger? By the way, from both countries, Lord Binkert Subainku. I am calling on Her Highness the Fourth Princess."

"It is. You're both capable."

"Not at all. Oh, I invite you, but I haven't decided on any details yet. We will then compile the details at a later date to inform you in writing and orally. We'd like to confirm that and then get back to you."

"I understand. Prepare and set aside."

Looking calm, Boger undertook so.

Fenghiko exhales slightly after crossing the mountain of work.

I was impressed once again when I saw Boger, who was more calm than I was.

Horribly, the liver is resting on it.

I guess this much boldness is needed to put together an organization called Alliance.

From Funghiko's point of view, Binkert was also a monster, but Boger is a masterpiece enough.

"An earlier meeting with Master Red Sheath on the matter of the loading of supplies. Let us decide that these details will be met again at a later date. I'll also have the paperwork. How about 20: 00 in two days?"

"Of course, no problem. We look forward to seeing you."

Fenghiko nodded contentedly, largely rising from the chair.

When I make a smile, I lift one hand up all the time.

"Well, I'm in this"

Fine, Fenghiko lowered his head and moved his hand toward his chest.

At the same time as the playful movement, Windhiko's body disappears to blend into the air.

It took less than a few seconds for that figure to disappear completely.

"Well, I think we're all tired, but I think I'm going to have to get some more work done."

Boger called out to the glittering guild executives.

Soon he returns to sanity, sees them turning his attention to himself, and Boger nods satisfactorily.

He looks around to check each person's face and cuts it out in a calm manner.

"Needless to say, I'll let you keep this confidential under Alliance Commander authority. And we shall treat this matter as a top priority under the same authority. I hope you understand."

Boger makes sure everyone agrees.

Naturally, there is not a single one to dispute.

"Well, I'm sorry we're all tired, but let's continue with the meeting. There are a lot of things to decide and things to do, but time is limited."

As Boger declares to start the meeting, the response immediately begins to fly.

They were rigid guild executives right after I heard them talk, but they're still all good.

In it, Boger only seemed like a middle-aged Lizardman at first sight.

I'm not taking it up and giving my opinion, I'm not making a sharp point.

That's not what his true price is.

Alliance executives who are here now.

It was Boger who took the bulk of it into its current position.

The eyesight that accurately discerns a person's abilities and the gall power not to move into anything.

The temper of taking full responsibility for anything.

That's why Boger is in his current position.

"Talk, huh?"

Boger shrugged small as he made sure the discussion gradually came together.

Can something like myself do that?

Such a question comes to my mind.

But God wants to see you.

Of course you can doubt it, but say no.

"Wow, maybe I should lose weight"

On a serious note. That said, Boger rubbed his belly, which had recently become very noticeable.