() "Of course now."

"Huh?"

"Hey, Brother Pharaoh. Is it a huge secret that there is invisible magic in the world?"

"Ah! Magic,"

I shook my head. Although I certainly didn't know the principle of this magic, I at least knew that if I cast this magic, I would become transparent. I just didn't expect it for a moment.

But I have other reasons to explain. I have only seen wizards three times since I was born. I saw one during the sixth Reitz confrontation and two during the eighth time. I only knew that they were wizards. As for how they used magic, I have never seen it once. So magic is a mysterious and incomprehensible thing to me. I didn't think that magic was a matter of course.

Carl made a smile and continued to walk again. I walked side by side.

"To be honest, wizards are rare, so it is understandable that our brother Nied Phras can't remember it for a moment."

"But who would use invisibility on Nishizawa?"

"Huh? Of course, Nishize used it directly! Isn't it?"

Carl looked at me with a confused expression, and I had to do the most appropriate way to deal with this situation, that is, I was shameless and showed a look of "What will happen if I don't know? Is the world not ripe?" But then I heard an unexpected answer.

"Magic is something that belongs to the Phoenix clan."

Carl and I turned our heads to the direction where the sound came.

An old man, no, a young man, no, an old man? This man is wearing a clothes that are hard to guess, and his face is almost covered with a headscarf. The clothes he is wearing are black twill robes. If he is a traveler who does not ride a horse, this kind of clothing should be a good choice. This thick and wide clothing is particularly easy to wear when sleeping at night, but it is a bit cumbersome when it is active, and he is simply running around wearing a quilt. He is carrying a backpack on his back and holding a staff in his right hand. Because the sleeves of the stone hand slide down to his elbow, he can clearly see that his arms are full of tattoos. The tattoo graphics are so complicated that you can't see where the lines start, and you don't know how many lines there are in total. Is that a text? Or a pattern? Sometimes it looks like text, sometimes it looks like a pattern.

The man slowly lifted the turban. It was as if he had been practicing this movement for several years, and the movement was both slow and gentle. After a while, we saw his tattoo extending from his neck to his cheek. Looking at his right arm and cheek, I guess there might be tattoos on his upper body, even all over his body. The next thing was the eyes. There was nothing, a piece of white se. The last hair appeared was white. The black se's clothes and black se tattoos were simply one-sided black se, but the eyes and hair were the opposite white se.

He is really a sense of threat, and he makes people wince after watching it.

"Who are you?"

Although for me, there is no reason to ask or know his name, he started talking casually. The blind tattooed man answered without expression:

"Taiban."

"Your name is Taiban. Are you very clear about Phoenix?"

"No, I don't know."

"...Look at it. People who dare to interrupt rashly must have the wisdom and experience to make suggestions to both of us, right?"

I will also say this. This is thanks to Carl. The blind man with tattoos from Taeban smiled with his invisible eyes.

"Your question was wrong."

"Huh?"

"It's better to say that I understand magic than to say that I understand Phoenix."

"Are you a wizard?"

"Hey, are you the same as me? I'm so happy to meet you, comrade blind."

His meaning was probably to ask: "Look at me like this, don't you know I'm a wizard?" But I have never heard of a wizard having to have a tattoo on his body and wearing a black robe to run around.

"Carl, please tell him that I'm not blind, okay?"

"Yes. This young man is not blind. He just can't see anything with his eyes open."

"That's worse than a blind man."

Because of Carl's joint battle with Tayban, I became blind on the spot. When Carl heard me snorting, he smiled and continued:

"I haven't seen you in this area. My name is Carl."

"You already know my name. If you ask me about my purpose here, I can only answer. I am an old man who is looking for the rest of my life."

"The rest of your life?"

"Yes. I'm tired of running around with invisible eyes. I want to find a place to settle down, find a cemetery, mow grass and sort it out. So I have something to ask you, please tell me what kind of village this village is?"

"Our lord is Viscount Hetante, a very good person. If you tell him that you have traveled around the mainland, the lord will definitely invite you to ask about your great wisdom or interesting customs in distant places. But this time you came."

Tayban nodded.

"Even if that's not the case, when I came here, I heard noisy everywhere. I was still thinking about whether to leave immediately. But once people reach my age, they will avoid making rash judgments. If you are convenient, can you take me to the hotel? I'll invite you two to drink, and you should be able to give me some advice."

Compared to his terrible appearance, Tayban's feelings seemed very gentle. He first figured out the situation and then asked for our help politely. And he said "you two", of course, including me, I agreed with one hundred. Carl looked at my expression and found that there was no need to ask me, "Are you busy?", so he started to move forward.

As we walked towards the tavern "Song of Santrera" in the village square, Tayban shocked me.

There were many puppies on the road, and many naughty kids who were as lively and naughty as puppies, and there were holes and mud puddles caused by livestock and carriages everywhere. But Tayban walked easily as if he could see it. In fact, it could be imagined that he walked casually without any worries because he was wearing long boots, but the fact was not the case. Tayban just naturally avoided those things and moved forward. Perhaps his hand holding the crutch was very sensitive.

Boots? After a closer look, they were still high-end products. I suddenly felt the sand falling into my wooden shoes and began to look at Tayban's boots enviously. Unconsciously, we had reached the "Song of Santrera".

There are many people in the tavern who have just watched Xize fly and come to have a drink. It is really noisy inside. They seem to be discussing that Xize swings a few wings in a minute. Currently, the faction that advocates swinging six times is more dominant. It is simply a matter of swinging every ten seconds, but it is its own business if it likes to swing it.

Carl kindly asked Tayban to sit down. Aunt Henna, the owner of the hotel, saw me from afar and burst into laughter.

"You, I heard that you are used to stealing alcohol in the forest, and after getting drunk, you run to the valley. Now you are walking into the hotel openly?"

Please, why did the first time yesterday become my habit? I pointed at the two companions who came with my chin and said angrily:

"I came with them."

"Of course, these two people drink beer, do you drink beef nai?"

"Come on three beers!"

"No, I want red wine. Is there any Mulokai Sabonne?"

The old wizard Taeban said, "The boss's wife suddenly changed her face. What's going on?" The hotel owner looked at Taeban with a surprised look.

"Well, there is, there is. Ah, that..."

Tayban smiled, reached into his arms and took out a coin.

Something appeared in front of me, blasting the morning sunlight that penetrated into the hotel in all directions. It was a shiny gold coin. Because it was too dazzling, I almost closed my eyes. Under the shining light, those who were discussing the number of times Xize swung their wings also looked here in surprise. Aunt Henna was a little panicked, as if she didn't feel confident to grab the thing, so she simply took it down with her skirt. She picked up the thick gold coin on the hem of the skirt with her trembling hands.

Aunt Henna said nervously:

"Well, sir, are you sure you didn't give it wrong?"

"Hmm? Isn't it enough? Isn't this a hundred sele? I look very old. The touch of my hands has become dull."

Tayban wanted to put his hand in his arms again, Aunt Henna hurriedly said:

"No, that's right. This is a hundred ser."

"Is that so? Haha. Then my hands are fine. "It's great."

Carl still ordered beer, but I was just a seventeen-year-old.

"Mukaila Sanebo!"

Aunt Henna pounded the back of my head.

"It's Mulokai Sabonne! You fool."

"……beer"

Aunt Henna shook her head and walked away immediately.

"Oh, it's so bad. After seven years, I got another bottle. Now there are only two bottles left."

So we drank two glasses of beer and that... let's forget it. No matter what, a bottle of weird wine was placed on the table. Aunt Henna kept saying that it was for her son-in-law and grandson. She ran to the window and reflected the sunshine and looked at it with admiration. Others in the hotel also ran to Aunt Henna to appreciate the gold coins, and she became amazed as she looked at it.

"The atmosphere in this hotel is amazing."

"People think of this when talking about taverns."

"Well. It's such a good village. The lord's reputation is also very good."

"It should be more correct to say that he is weak."

"It's not bad. Where is Nishize?"

"It's because of Ryze."

"I heard that somewhere on Central Avenue was tragically ravaged by the Black Phoenix."

"It's here."

"It's really bad. Such a beautiful village is suffering such pain."

"The causal relationship is reversed. It should be said that with Rez, our village has become beautiful."

"Is that true? But it is also possible."

Carl and Tyban exchanged strange questions and answers that I couldn't understand. Although I closed my mouth, I could no longer bear it when I heard Carl's last words. I inserted my mouth excitedly and recklessly.

"Well, what does this mean?"

Carl seemed to have forgotten my existence before. He looked at me with a look of being confused about the situation, and then explained to me with a kind expression.

"Our village is strong, but also peaceful, Brother Nied Pharaoh. There is no place like our village on the whole continent. Our village does not have the chaotic and complex interpersonal relationships like the metropolis. Although everyone is tortured by Ryze, it is because of this that everyone can get along with each other."

I nodded. This is one of the topics I often share with Carl.

"I've heard you talk about this before."

"Yes. Although the people in our village are strongly struck by the pain of life, they are equally enthusiastic. Here, even a soldier can deal with five orcs at once. Although I feel sorry for your friend Sugimoto Fisivo, I feel that it is a bit buried by him, but no matter what, he has the ability to fight an ogre alone? Even so, he will continue to be a simple country youth here. If he is in a big city like the capital, he must have been involved in complex interpersonal relationships for a long time, with the goal of becoming the leader of the Knights, and become a person who only wants to make a name for himself."
To be continued...