The insides of the ruin were surprisingly bright, and not much moisture could be felt in the atmosphere.
The ceiling of the ruin itself glowed softly, and the floor was stable and sound.
While gazing at the equipment in the ruin, Gran let out a voice of admiration.
“This is amazing… I can understand why Yuumis gets so into this stuff now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… This light included, aren’t there a whole bunch of Magus Machines installed here? With this level of technology, succesfully analysing just one of these things would make life a lot more convenient!”
“”You can’t find this stuff in large towns?”
Luru hardly ever left his village and when he did, he had only gone to the neighbouring town at best, so he still hadn’t ever set foor in a large city.
Because of that, he wasn’t well versed in the level of technology in cultural capitals, and thought to ask Gran to find out.
“Well… It’s not like there’s not, but there aren’t many people who could fill up a whole building like this one. Not only that, the mana consumption isn’t a joke and hardly any of them can be used for long periods of time. But it seems this ruin is different. Anyway, thousands of years have passed at the least, but they’re functioning even now… I dunno how they’re built, but they’re pretty amazing tools huh…”
From these words, Luru was able to guess that the level of technology circulating in this era was quite primitive.
His father Patrick had a few Magic Tools, but according to his father, the capital had more of them to an extent, but it seemed that they couldn’t mass produce so many that you’d find them in just any old marketplace.
Though it was said that a portion of the Magus Machines had been reproduced, or so Luru had learned from the books in his home, it really was just a portion, and they probably couldn’t be found that often on the market.
He wouldn’t say that all Magus Machines outdid Magic Tools, but it was clear nonetheless that this ruin was filled with a great many convenient things.
Their consumption of mana was different too, so if they had to try and manufacture a great deal of one, the Magus Machines would be better.
Luru had considered one day creating some Magus Machines and selling them on the market, but going by the trend of the information, it seemed that doing so would just create troubles for him.
Of course he couldn’t make a final decision based just on his chats with his father and Gran, but he was thinking that perhaps it would be better not to do so.
There were a few Magus Machines in the passageway, but they didn’t attack Luru and Gran.
It was because Luru had set them as such when he had come into contact with the central installation.
He had assigned them all to maintainance duties, so they were completely indifferent to Luru and Gran who were doing nothing but walking about.
It seems that Gran just couldn’t get used to it, and each time a Magus Machine went past, he would prepare his greatsword in caution, but Luru was smoothly walking forward without a trace of tension.
Watching Luru act like that, Gran spoke.
“…I really can’t tell if it’s bravery or recklessness.”
Luru just knew that it was neither.
The Magus Machines would just act according to settings.
And right now, those settings had been set to no attacks.
That’s why the two of them were safe.
That was all it was.
However, he couldn’t very likely explain this to Gran, nor would Gran likely understand it even if Luru did.
Since Luru understood this, he just smiled without a reply, and continued further into the ruins.