Alchemist outside Wang Du - It was a hassle profession, so I will take it easy to run a store

A few days until the roots of Mandragola stabilized, I first came to the city in search of fresh milk to make a crème chantillé with the centrifuge I received. with Marcus and Kate.

Light morning sunshine in the early morning, little bird chirps heard from some periphery. Refreshing, it was the usual beginning of the morning...... it was supposed to be.

That refreshing morning air is transformed by the roar of one guard.

"The Warcraft is coming from the south! The people of the city may enter the aristocracy! Hurry up and evacuate north!

"Soldiers, knights and adventurers who can fight are ready to fight! Hurry!"

The voices of the city guards make the city noisy in the early morning.

Those who escape with their families in their clothes, those who struggle to put together their family belongings, and so on.

We have to hurry back to the mansion.

Kate hastily urged me and Marcus.

We ran to our own mansion.

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When I returned to the mansion, I disrespected the larger side bag from your father's closet and ran to the lab. Throw the potion that Marcus made out of practice into the bag.

"Marcus! The Warcraft is coming! Potion and high potion, and mana potion. You remember how to make it, don't you? Here, you make me a new potion!

About a year after Marcus came to this mansion. I taught Marcus how to make basic potions.

"Copy that! What are you going to do with your daughter?"

Marcus immediately pulls out the equipment and necessary beakers.

"I will hand out my potion to those on the front line! Marcus, if you can make some, bring it to the south gate!

"You're the front line, you're dangerous...!

I ran south of the city shaking off Marcus' words of restraint.

The South Gate of Wang Du was a pressing atmosphere with a large crowd of inflexible adults.

I get suddenly grabbed and pulled from behind.

"Hey! You shouldn't have kids in here like this!

It was a female swordsman dressed in beautiful long dark hair and leather leather leather armor. Obsidian eyes shoot hard with eyes that blame me.

"I am a child but a neat alchemist! I've been wanting to provide backward support!

With that said, I open my side bag wide, show her a lot of potions inside, and take her gaze with eyes that hold the will of determination.

"Letia, don't abuse the child so much."

A man with brown habitual hair, still an adventurous figure, called the woman who scolds me 'Retia' and pulled me off.

"Marc... I'm not abusive! Until I said I deserved it!

But I guess I got the sentiment to see a child in a place like this.

"... Never go outside the gate. If it sucks, run first. That's good."

That said, she buried herself in the crowd. Perhaps, to wait on the front line in front of the gate.

And the man called Marc also "I'm sorry I can't do this," he stroked my head in a kusha and followed her.

"We're opening the door! All units, form a formation immediately!

Urgent tranquillity dominated the scene in front of the door that had been clinging to its voice.

Gigi, with the distracting sound of both open south gates open.

Approaching positions such as swordsmen, heavy knights and martial artists are outside the gates or for guarding the gates. And the wizards and the healers go up to the temple.

And in the meadow beyond the gates peering through the gaps of the people, I could see a great deal of dirt smoke coming straight this way...... big.

And when he saw the shadow, the beast stopped his leg. An avant-garde man surrounds the beast in that gap.

The beast's blood-running red eyes are burning in anger. And the giant body overtakes man's ability to do so. The hair that opposes anger is sharp and easily damages a person's skin.

The huge horns grown on the forehead and the two fangs grown on both sides of the mouth would easily ravage the body of a person, etc.

... Behemoth, that was the name given to that beast.

Surrounded by the warriors, he stood up with two legs and proudly exposed his body, hissing.

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For starters, stop by the Wizards.

"" Ice Storm! ""

The Magic Instructors attempt to stop by an icy attack aimed at their feet.

Ice covers the front leg of the piki behemoth.

"" "Did you do it!

... but the ice peels off vainly and paralytically due to foot payments.

Heavenly Hammer!

A glimmer of lightning runs from the overhead of the behemoth, aiming at paralysis/Stan's state abnormality.

Behemoth with a gavel dropped overhead and solidified.

"Now!

Two swordsmen aimed at the rear leg, run to both feet.

but.

Dogga.

Along with the dull sound, they hit the south gate with their bellies, their shoulders kicked and they lost consciousness as they decided on the ground.

Perhaps the man who got hit in the stomach is bleeding out of his mouth and his gut is hit. Is the thing that got hit in the shoulder shattered bones or the arm is loose and pointing in a strange direction?

"Somebody! Get them back on track!

But by the time that instruction was given, the battlefield was in a state of confusion, the front-line group was in a comeback to cut in, and the healer was being chased to recover the warrior.

"I, I have a potion!

Scream and give the potion to the belly blown swordsman that leads to the broken gate.

And then potion on the shoulder of the swordsman who was next hit in the shoulder.

My potion is already twice as effective because I make it from ingredients grown from the species I collect.

"... Oh, thank God, kid!?

A swordsman regained consciousness wipes his bloody mouth.

"What about abdominal pain?

I'll check with him.

"... no. Thank you, thank you."

When I said that and stood up, I ran to the front again.

The swordsman who was hit in the shoulder also turned his healed shoulder and looked strange, but lowered his head to me and went back to the front line.

I heard a voice on the ledge.

"I don't have mana potion anymore! Somebody!"

I said, "Use this!," he says, from the feet of a woman of a screaming recoverer, throwing and passing a mana potion.

"... what the hell, I'm so happy with this..."

Drink my potion and the woman squeaks in surprise.

"Guys, that kid's potion is excellent! Whoever's out of potion, call her!

That's what I'm saying, point at me. Everyone saw me. Some of them were fathers forming on top of the crown.

"This guy's got his arm cut off with a horn. Will it heal?"

He is taken by one man and taken to a man with a broken arm who lies still.

I say, "I'll try," and then I take the hypothesis out of the side bag.

Then place the broken arm where it should be on the right side of his body lying.

Potion the basha, its arms, the chiseled source, and the affected area on the side of the thousand chisels. Then, from both cross sections, bones, flesh and muscles flourish and eventually join, as do fine tissues such as nerves and blood vessels. And covered in new skin, the appearance fully recovered.

"... awesome. You, pain, discomfort?

The man who brought me in asks the man who lies. When asked, the man tries to move his arm, which has just healed.

"... nothing. He's healed to his old wounds and is feeling better than before..."

After making all sorts of moves, again he grips the sword hard.

"Thank you, young lady. Gratitude is his life!

That's what I said, I ran for the battlefield.

Even then, I hit someone who had run out of potion inside the basic gate, or the seriously injured.

... The battle was still going on.