Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Chapter 97 - Episode Nineteen

Chapter 97 - Episode Nineteen

“Fuuuu……”

After the conclusion, I closed the book on Altamir.

I understood 90% of the content.

Even if I understood the steps, there were parts where I had no idea of the principles or what they were indicating, but I’ll stop there for now.

Next time I come back, I’ll check if there are any books of other people who might have something to do with Altamir.

I’ve transcribed some of them, but it’s still hard not to take them out.

I heard that if you’re an advanced adventurer, the restrictions on your activities at the facility may be loosened in some cases, so if Gaston becomes a Class A or B, I may be able to ask him to borrow it instead.

And even if there are no books left, there might be someone who has met Altamir if he’s a long-lived race.

I’m a little curious about this old woman now, and I’d like to meet someone close to her if possible.

However, even after eighty years, the only people who are still healthy are the ones who are doping around with magic or the elves who came down to earth.

The rest are either intelligent dragons or advanced demons……

I stand up from my seat and then stand tall.

“Well, let’s get Mea to clean up……”

I wipe the tears that have spilled from my absent mind and turn to the direction of the bookshelf.

Mea went to look for a book on archery once and never came back.

As I was wondering if she was stand reading or something, Mea jumped out from behind the bookshelf.

“A, Abel! Abel! this, look at this!”

Mea runs up in a straight line and then slams a book down on the desk.

It looks like it’s still new.

There is preservation magic in this world, and many books written by sorcerers and items of high historical value are slowed down by it to slow down the deterioration of the paper.

However, this book does not seem to have that. It is probably intended for the mass market.

Nevertheless, the paper is pure white. Nevertheless, the paper is pure white, and there are no scratches on the back cover.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“But this! Look at this!”

“Relax. What’s in that book……”

I turned the book over and saw a familiar name on it.

The Wegener Expedition: the People of Yalba and the Dragon Dance.

…………

He’s the thin-haired scholar from the lord’s research team. Did he publish a book or something?

“I heard that guy fought the dragon for three days and three nights and finally drove it back!?Isn’t that awesome! Honestly, Mea looked down on her wondering why she was so high and mighty!”

“I, I see……”

I think that’s something that’s going to be heaped on me by 500%……

I’m not worried that Mea is going to get scammed one day.

She might fall into some weird religion and buy a vase or something. And marriage fraud.

“I’ve seen the name before, and I was looking at it, and a woman in the neighborhood recommended it to me. Abel should definitely read the book, too!”

It’s that popular.

However. He’s bald.

“I hear they’re making a new one, too. Apparently he wanted to spell out a record at a site he had recently explored!”

That wouldn’t be the Zeshum Ruins, right?

Ebelheid will go crazy if he’s telling in a weird way.

“I, I see. I’m going to read the new one when it comes out. I’ll get some for Ebelheid, too.”

After having Mea put all the books away, we left the church library and moved to the main building, which was connected via a hallway.

We couldn’t get in or out without going through here.

Probably, they wanted to attract the attention of the general population, who are of other faiths, as much as possible.

There are a lot of people who run off hurriedly as if they will be punished.

“…… I wonder what is that tasteless picture?”

Mea’s eyes narrowed wide as she entered the main building.

She pointed to a large painting hanging on the wall.

A wart-covered, pale mass of flesh with countless tentacles.

What looked like wings and arms grew irregularly from it.

What looked like eyeballs buried in the flesh seemed to be restless to move at any moment. Above, what looked like the upper half of a hunchbacked human body grew as if it was one with the mass of flesh. The one eye peeking through the gap between the hair-like tentacles has an eerie gleam in it.

It is positioned on the library side of the corridor, where it can be seen when coming from the corridor.

It’s a monster, to put it simply, but it’s not good for many things to point it out here.

“H-, hey, put your arm down. It’s the God of Kudur, the God Kudor-sama, you know.”

“Tha-, that one!? Did it had an appearance like that!? Mea knows the name too, but I never heard of that thing being attached to the bottom!”

“Keep your voice down, people are watching!”

Garuuja, the god of the soil, who created the earth and gave shape to the world.

Levi, the water god who created the oceans and gave life to the world.

Mahalvo, the god of fire, who made fire and gave the world civilization.

Silfame, the god of the sky, who created Moon and gave the world his magic.

- and it is said in Kudrism that it was Kudor that swallowed them all and created man.

Never say that he is an evil god.

Without him, human beings wouldn’t have been born, which is the myth of Kudrism.

…… By the way, Levi and Garuuja are mentioned in the myths of other religions as well, but they are not treated so badly.

In the past, there were times when the mythology was so overwhelming that it led to religious wars, and there are records in the chief’s mansion that the Marren tribe was driven into such wars.

Nowadays, the most widespread religion on this continent is Kudor religion.

But on other continents, it’s best not to talk about it underhandedly.

I was just about to pull a stunned Mea’s hand to get out when a man stood in front of me.

He was still a young man in a monastic uniform. He had tightly coiffed hair and a smile that looked like it had been hardened with paint.

On his chest hung a necklace with tentacles extending out of a circular one to form a shape.

It was the symbol of the Kudor cult.

“You guys over there, are you other Christians on your way home from the library? In fact, we have a worship service tomorrow, and we often have people from outside the church attend. However, we’re only asking for those who have asked us to come, though. We’ll be serving a simple meal and drinks after the service, and we’ll have a reunion, so please join us……”

“I’m sorry, we have things to do tomorrow!”

“Well then……”

“I’m meeting someone now, too! Sorry, if we get another chance, I’ll see you then!”

The timing was a bit awkward, so I did my best to refuse.

I returned the friar’s affectionate smile to the friar, who seemed disappointed but didn’t crack a smile, and dragged Mea away from him.

After that, we headed straight for the inn.

The sun has already setting and it was just beginning to get dark beyond dusk.

The moon was beginning to rise in the sky.

In front of the inn, there were two men who look like a bad character.

One was leaning against the wall and the other was sitting like a delinquent.

It was dark, so I couldn’t see their faces very well.

I quickened my steps, trying not to get involved.

Then the man who was sitting stands up, raises his arms, and runs over to me.

As soon as I got my wand up, the man fell down amazingly. I looked closer and saw that it was Gordon.

“Brother Abel, don’t do that to me! Really, for God’s sake!”

Gordon bends to the ground and swings one hand in my direction.

He was traumatized, apparently.

“Oh, ahhhhh, sorry. I didn’t mean to reflexively……”

I put my wand away.

Gordon stood up so quickly and brushed the dust off his pants.

Apparently, the Gordon brothers were waiting for me to return.

“So, uh…… how did it go with Gaston?”

“Oh, ahhhh, sorry…… I was waiting for the right moment to stop, because I thought it would draw more attention to me if I stopped, but it got so fast that I didn’t get there in time.

“I knew it was going to happen……”

It can’t be helped.

I guess I was wrong to use Gaston, as expected.

I thought I could make it since he jumped in the ranks, but I guess I was being shallow.

“Then, the reward money is……”

“Yeah, don’t worry about that part. We got it all right. I had to get a little extra for the inconvenience.”

“What?”

Gordon said with great pride and looked back at Mordon.

“Hey, Mordon! Give me that bag!”

At Gordon’s suggestion, Maudon took out a bag.

I could see from the outside that it was filled with heaps of money.

“…… I thought you said it was used up? I didn’t know you got it back.”

“Nono, that’s what got me in trouble. Anyway, Mordon and I beat the crap out of him, but he’s not the kind of guy who keeps money on hand.”

“Did you beat him up?”

As expected, he moves fast.

Well, it’s the only way to win Gaston.

I think it’s best to keep the Gordon brothers in charge of Gaston.

“I’m sure they were pretty gangly, but you’ve solved it somehow.”

I don’t see any particular damage to either Gordon or Mordon.

Mordon doesn’t have a bow, and it would have been a melee fight, but I don’t think it was after a very bad fight.

“Yeah, that Gaston guy, he was just swinging his stupid big sword around with one hand after all. I just kept pretending to attack him by pinching him and then backing off, and he got knackered on his own. At the opportune moment, Mordon jumped to his feet and pulled him down, and from then on, well, it just kind of stayed that way.”

“I, I see……”

He was big, but he wasn’t very smart, apparently.

The image of the Gordon brothers punching and kicking the shrinking Gaston flashed through my mind.

“And well, they said they had no money, so we confiscated the sword and sold it. Then I filled in the holes they spent and returned it to you, minus a nuisance fee.”

He just said something outrageous.

“Eh…… did you sell the sword?”

Indeed, Gaston was carrying a very huge sword around to show it off.

That one, did he sell that one?

“Yeah. I didn’t want it to become public knowledge, so I sold it at a store in the back so it wouldn’t be traced back to me, and I guess I rushed the appraisal, so I got a little overcharged…… but it was still a good enough price.”

And they sold it off for cheap.

Are these two demons?

“I, Isn’t the sword part a bad idea? Maybe he had feelings for it or something…… and that guy won’t be able to make money on his own.”

“I think It’ll be fine. He’ll be able to buy a few more weapons with the rest of the money he got, maybe. And he’ll do a good job of hiding the fact that he bought a new weapon. He’s not a doll, after all. As far as feelings go, it’s the person who uses it up who’s to blame.”

“I, I guess so. Yeah, no, I mean, maybe but…… Ah, wait a minute.”

I took the bag from Mordon and then returned the “extra” amount of money intact.

I don’t want to use it somehow because I feel that Gaston’s grudge is caged in it.

Besides, I want the Gordon brothers to keep an eye on Gaston in the future.

It would be better to let them hold the price.