It turns out that the person communicating with Crounpisi is a mimic demon of a certain painter who is still in the dwarf country pretending to be the beast-seal Nue.
After hearing the self-report of "I am the pantyhose that Pisi took off with a look of sadness", Crounpisi almost sprayed on the spot——
"...Pantyhose who plays Xiao Nue...Sang, I remember you don't know this magic, right?"
"Yes, this is the communication magic tool of the Earth Temple of the Dwarf Kingdom. Pisi, I can't stand it! Help~~"
"Do you have to come for help now? I'm busy here, what happened?" Clawnpis asked impatiently.
"I can't delay the painting project any longer," the Mimic said.
"Isn't there a long-term chariot research deal? Using that as an excuse, I won't be able to go back for another hundred days. To plan the Theocracy, it may really take that long this time." Cronpis said helplessly.
"Well, for some reason the dwarves are becoming more and more interested in that kind of chariot. Coupled with the schematic diagrams you wrote and the recent discovery of the body of an elder dragon outside, there are many magical material issues.
The solution was solved, and now we have actually made several experimental vehicles waiting for testing." The Mimic Demon added.
"..." Crounpisi was speechless. There was nothing we could do about it. The corpse of the dragon that Star killed was so big that it was impossible to stuff it into the infinite backpack. It could only be thrown on the mountain.
"What are you and Sunny doing? Is it difficult to claim sovereignty over a dragon corpse?"
"Eh? But Pi Si didn't say that the dragon corpse couldn't be used. Besides, if it is left unprocessed, it will rot sooner or later, right?" The Mimic Demon's tone revealed surprise.
"...Okay, this is indeed my mistake. I apologize. Please just do something unexpected to delay it for a while, okay? Please."
"...Okay. I'll give it a try." The Mimic Demon's tone seemed a bit forced.
"Sorry, goodbye."
"Well, see you in a hundred days, I will definitely come back."
The communication was interrupted, and Crownpis temporarily put the matter behind her and continued to think about how to deal with the elves and the Theocracy at the same time.
After some time, Star, who was sitting on his knees, seemed to have a rather sinister expression and muttered something, and then Luna on the side turned pale in shock.
"Oh, it's Star again, you are so capable," Crounpis grinned.
"No, no, it doesn't matter. Thanks to Pisi for taking care of me in the first place." Star said with a smile.
Crownpis's "initial care" was just to help Star's corresponding plant become a dryad. However, because it was the earliest, it occupied the highest proportion of human memories obtained in previous lives. Everything after that was filled in with new memories.
Differentiation, the proportion becomes increasingly negligible.
In other words, Star's utilization of that knowledge is higher than that of Crounpith. How is that possible? Could it be that the starter, Crounpith, still has human residue at work?
It's really nerve-wracking for a child to be more capable than his or her parents at a young age. Fortunately, Crounpis doesn't think of himself as a parent.
"Then, tell me secretly what idea you have come up with." Clawnpis climbed to the edge of the tower.
Star muttered something in Clawnpith's ear.
"This...actually used the setting to this extent." Crounpis's face turned a little ugly for a moment, and then he stood up excitedly, clenching his pink fists, "This is like a demonic approach from hell.
It’s so awesome to deal with the enemy. It only takes a mischievous battle to turn the human race into enemies. It’s awesome! Let’s advance the hell that is destined to come!”
Although this is the theory, it may still be difficult to implement. We cannot rely on the enemy to be simple-minded. How can we better fool the human race?
"Big goblin, quickly cure these two 'human sticks'; Star, use magic to make them two more decent costumes; and then..."
Crounpisi hurriedly gave orders to the goblins. She was a little busy next. It would be great if it went well. She had to rush back to draw and inspect the new chariot.
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Three days later, the Silian Theocracy, a small town on the western border——
After losing the magic caster who could use teleportation magic, he had to carry the Black Holy Book with several corpses back to the farthest town in the country. There was some trouble, and he rushed back to the country within three days.
Carrying a corpse would make people passing by look a bit suspicious, but this is the border with the hills where demihumans live, so it wouldn't be strange if something like this happened.
A group of people went to the church, entered the inner hall and showed the coat of arms that proved their identity to the monk soldiers standing guard. Then the monk soldiers nodded and bowed as if they had seen an uncle, and then went to inform the local bishop and asked others to place the body well so that it could be resurrected at any time.
, as well as rest, meals and accommodation for members of the Black Codex.
The Black Codex is the ace unit directly under the Theocracy. In a sense, they are the most senior civil servants in the Theocracy, so they naturally receive such treatment.
The next step is to ask the priest who can use [Message [ssage]] to help contact the country. [Message [ssage]] is unreliable in the hands of the natives, but you can use it well if you know a password or something before starting the call.
Among the magic casters in this world, there are not many who deliberately learn [ssage], but with a public force like the church, they can easily coordinate the plan.
"Jefferson, please take care of the rest."
"Ah."
Jefferson, who was entrusted by the other Dark Scripture companions - the uncle mage in the eyes of Crownpis - followed the priest who led the way to the liaison room inside the church.
Magic can be cast anywhere, but the church is not a closed place. It is best to have a place where you can use contact magic without worrying about being eavesdropped. As for anti-detection magic - border towns are not treated so well.
The priest sat at his usual desk and activated the magic "[Message [ssage]]."
Invisible communication lines begin to extend from this church, and then just try to connect to the capital. The [ssage] used by the indigenous people is so troublesome, and there is a risk of cross-connection, but if you have a habitual contact person, this
The process and security will become more reliable.
Got it.
But before the priest started to prepare the code as usual, a strange sound came out from the other side——
"Picked up? Hey, hi, hi, pineapple buns, barbecued pork buns, chive buns, sound check, um, it should be picked up indeed. Are they the ace unit of the Theocracy? If not, I'll hang up."
After Crounpiss P recovered, he tried to contact the Black Sacred Scripture in the past few days. After all, it was considered a battle at that time and he had an impression. Then he tried to activate [Message [ssage]] on this impression, but it didn't work.
How smooth.
It turns out that this time, we are also starting to launch [message [ssage]] to the outside world. It turns out that the name "cross thread" actually found the right person.