Noru， Master of Cheokcheok in Another World 37

Chapter 37 – The White Mage (7)

“I will guide you. Come this way.”

“Thank you.”

This time it’s a man with glasses. The clothes were the same robe. As expected, the robe is the suit padding of another world. It’s fucking comfortable, but isn’t it perfect that you won’t be cursed at even if you wear it in a formal setting?

The wizard who was walking ahead said.

“You said it was Erinn’s magic, but there are no majors in our guild. For this reason, the 7th-star alchemist of the Magnus School, who is well versed in history, volunteered to cooperate.”

“That is an honor.”

Shit, isn’t the 7th grade almost a doctoral level? He is a wizard at the level of having been active in the guild for at least 10 years.

I just brought out the words, but why does a nobleman of that level come out? I couldn’t hide my surprise even as I answered with a vector-stern tone.

“Here it is. They are waiting inside.”

In front of a building we arrived at, the guide said.

“Then I’ll be leaving.”

“Good job.”

After returning the guide, I adjusted the collar around my neck. The costume was one that didn’t reveal my bare skin at all, but there was nothing wrong with being careful. I stand out because of the color of my skin.

Little profit-.

When I opened the door and went inside, it was a room that felt like a principal’s office. An old man with glasses was sitting there waiting for me. He had all-back hair and wore a suit + brown vest, giving off a bit of a butler-like feel.

“You are here. This is Earth-Late McRoyver.”

“This is Arthur Wayne.”

Being a grandfather and a person of high status, I used honorifics and made a full statement. The impression was that he was a very gentle-looking person.

“Sit down. I will serve the car.”

“Thank you, but I will only accept your heart. It’s because I can’t drink.”

He tapped his mask while maintaining a solemn voice. That alone would have made it known that it would be difficult to reveal his identity. Earth rate invited her to sit down knowingly.

So we sat on the sofa across the table.

“Then… It wouldn’t be easy to make an introduction with a private discussion because there must be circumstances. I’m going to get to the main point like this, but how about it?”

“I don’t care. I’m sorry to waste Mr. McRoyver’s time, so I will.”

“Thank you for your understanding. You are a man of manners.”

We moderately applied gold paint to each other’s faces and moved on to the main topic.

For reference, in Britannia, calling someone by their last name was only when acknowledging their authority and being polite. To put it badly, it’s like consciously keeping a distance.

Didn’t someone say Respect is the most distant emotion from understanding. Likewise, in Britannia, calling someone by their last name was a way of speaking that almost excluded friendliness. That’s why you get a nuance of respect.

“I heard that you came today because of the magic of the ruins found around here… Are the ruins discovered by the adventurer’s guild, Audumra, correct?”

“You know, it’s fast talking.”

Well, you’ve probably heard the news. If you’re a member of the wizard’s guild, you’ll be more interested in the newly discovered ruins and the warlock’s former hideout than the goblin dungeon.

“I found the five sense characters of old Ulster on the stele there. This is the text and interpretation.”

I handed over the words of the stele that I had copied in my notebook to Earth-reit. He politely received and read it.

“Hmm… It looks like the writings written by the ancestors of the Eolsi guys. Is there anything wrong with this?”

“Yes?”

Ulsy?

“Eolshi” Was an expression of disrespect for Ulster people. It is an anchovy that is familiar with jjokbari, jjangkkae, chop, and chingchang chop. In terms of usage, it’s closer to Yankee’s Ulster version.

Are you proud to say those words to someone you saw for the first time today? This was fucking rude and thoughtless. Isn’t rap a Negro’s culture for the first person? To the extent that it is similar to saying that.

‘This bastard was racist.’

That’s an idiot who doesn’t even know how to hide his stupid thoughts.

I wondered why he was walking in place at the 7th star until he became an old man, but it was because he was an idiot.

‘Others say 5 stars for 50 lines, but when you see that it’s still 7 stars, you’ll get a kick out of it.’

The 7th star of the wizard guild is the 4th position from the bottom.

If I’m not mistaken, an old 7-star mage is something of an underrated idiot. It can be said that it is a post-millennial section. It is said that there is a problem with ability or personality.

He must have gotten caught eating Pochi from somewhere.

I wondered if there was any point in seeking advice from such an asshole—because he was an idiot, so he might say unfounded bullshit——but I asked with the mindset that I had to make ends meet.

“Hmm, is that what you mean? I pronounced the middle wedge string while interpreting this phrase the other day. But even though I didn’t use mana, the magic was automatically activated with just that short phrase.”

“… Is that an incantation saying, ‘Pray to the heavenly god’?”

The raycist asshole stroked her chin and banged her fingers on the table.

“Can you tell me the pronunciation of the chant? In the original language.”

“Yáǵeswō deiwōm dyēus.”

I said while suppressing my mana so that my magic wouldn’t activate. It was easy because I had gotten used to handling the mana catheter in my body over the past few days.

“Pray (yáǵeswō)… It’s an incantation I heard about at a seminar.”

Earth Rait said as she pushed up her glasses.

“It is a kind of prayer that the Eolsi people pass on orally. Some scholars paid attention to the fact that Erinn, a country in the golden age of ancient civilization, left behind not great relics or ruins, but meaningless scriptures.”

“That is a very interesting story.”

Every time I said a very fucking thing, I couldn’t show off my racism, so I was impatient. I must be careful not to reveal the color of my skin. Because I didn’t want to be kicked out while being salted as kitain (jjam).

“But what do you mean by meaningless?”

“It is literally. This magic is currently passed down orally in some of the Ursi colonies, but even if you chant it 100 times, it won’t work.”

Earthrate, who had been shaking hands, memorized a spell with relatively accurate pronunciation.

“Pray to the Sky God (yáǵeswō deiwōm dyēus)”.

The spell wasn’t wrong, but there was no change in Earthrate’s body, just like the priest Paragon.

“… Did you see? Even if I chant a spell and use mana, the magic doesn’t work. This is proof that it has not taken the proper form of magic.”

Earthrate laughed in a way that seemed to disparage the Ulsters who were not here.

“Isn’t it funny? This is a superstition that the ancestors of those ershi bastards believed in. It seems that later generations realized that their ancestors were idiots, so they hurriedly stopped handing down this magic. The professor who held the seminar also said that he managed to find traces from a tribe in a remote area.”

“Indeed.”

I want to bring the Semmus calf here and see it. If that bastard had been here, the albino racist and the red racist would have made a life-or-death decision with each other.

Earth Rait laughed unluckily, and then she glanced at me.

“Thus, even if magic was activated, I honestly have a hard time believing it. So I’d like to ask you a question. Great joint What kind of magic is this?”

“This is magic.”

In the eyes of half-suspicion and half tease, I chanted an incantation. I didn’t want to write as much as possible, but the situation was the situation.

“Pray to the Sky God (yáǵeswō deiwōm dyēus)”.

Aaaaa!!!

The green mana expressed intense joy, like a friend I hadn’t seen in 10 years even though I hadn’t used it in a few days. Almost the same momentum as when it was first activated. It’s not like the more you endure, the stronger you get.

“How is it?”

I covered her body with mana coating and leaned against her couch. At that sight, Earthrate’s glasses slipped and fell.

“… Hey, why is this happening?”

Damn I don’t know

I’m here to ask, but I don’t know why he’s asking and fucking.

“Now, can I look into Mana for a moment?”

Earth Rait said, putting her glasses back on. Are you looking into mana? I didn’t know what it meant, but I guessed it was something like a doctor applying a facilitator, and nodded.

“Please do.”

“Yes. Excuse me. 〈 Mana Observation〉.”

As he chanted the magic, something like a magic circle appeared above Earthrate’s glasses. The racist old lady took a close look at my mana coating with it.

No, I want you to stare at me for a while. I think the gay old man is looking at me. I tried to be patient so that the expression on my face wouldn’t change. I wouldn’t be seen anyway thanks to the mask, so I just frowned.

“… That’s amazing. I’ll have to do research to find out the details, but in general, it seems to be an effect that strengthens the body.”

Said Earth Rait as she undid her observation spell. I finally relaxed my expression and asked a question.

“Among my acquaintances, only I was able to cast it. Do you have any guesses?”

“… Okay. From what I heard at Professor Hiromain’s seminar, it seems to be similar to the warriors told in the oral traditions of the Earthlings…”

Earth Rait, who had been stroking her chin and thought about it, cast a glance at me.

“Excuse me, Mr. Wayne? Were any of your ancestors interested in that culture?”

Does this mean that any of your bloodlines matched up with Ulsterians?

Yo yo yo fuck I don’t know what to do and I’m looking for my ancestors. I leaned back on the sofa and openly showed my nervous reaction.

“It is an unpleasant misunderstanding. I am pureblood without a doubt.”

It is 100% true. I am a native Korean. My mother and father are Korean themselves.

To see how patriotic they are, they asked me to buy alcohol for the ancestral rite, so I bought Japanese sake without knowing anything about it, but I was beaten and starved all day. No Dad, how does a 13-year-old tell the difference between different types of alcohol?

“Sorry for this. It would be rude to misunderstand, since you are definitely speaking Britannia with excellent pronunciation.”

I don’t know what the pronunciation and lineage have to do with it, but Earthrate bowed his head and apologized. It was the dense crown of an old man with no conscience. What is the bald god? Don’t take that bastard’s hair.

“The wizard guild also studied this magic. However, I came to the conclusion that most of them are formulas that cannot be established as magical structures. It’s very suspicious that it’s still activated.”

Iknow, right. That’s a very-footed question, Siphalum.

I clicked my tongue inwardly as I solved the beast return. After all, it meant that I don’t know. Perhaps noticing my irritation, the racist old friend said as if trying to change the mood.

“Of course, there is a case that refutes the previous conclusion, so it is worth studying. But it is a bit questionable to me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That is… If the magic has been activated, what is the problem?”

Earthrait had a face that did not understand.

“Are you anxious because you don’t know the true nature of magic? Or are you worried about side effects? If that’s the case, it’s okay if you don’t use it anymore. Why did you find our guild?”

At that question, I took a deep breath. Shibalgeo finally came to the main point. Uses vector-speaking solemnly with goddamn care.

“Actually, it is… Side effects have already occurred.”

“… Yes?”

The racist asshole had her eyes wide open. Then, I quickly scanned my costume that completely covered my skin.

“Surely, that outfit wasn’t meant to hide your identity…”

“Nope. Not so. If it was a symptom that could be shown, I would have shown it a long time ago. Because that would be quicker.”

I thought I had changed like the Deep One in the Cthulhu mythos. So, I immediately denied the idea of ​​such a terrifying—but not 0%—probability.

“It’s hard to tell, but… As a side effect of this magic, I.”

I grabbed the gao and interlocked my fingers. Earthrate swallowed a gulp as the guy with an intimidating costume and even a mask set the mood.

I’m glad this bastard is a fucking man. If I were a female professor, it would be considered sexual harassment and she would have cast a spell on me.

In a heavily downtrodden atmosphere, I used vector-spoiler throwaways.

“My penis got bigger.”

That’s a lot.