Alchemist Yuki's Strategy

Miss Mira looks like she deserves to be said to be a noble lady.

I've probably never had anything heavier than a book.

White, smooth skin that, unlike the civilian population, does not seem to have sunburn at all.

A good fleshy body that will never have trouble eating.

Chestnut hair is a substitute commonly referred to as aristocratic clothing, with plenty of frills that are not found to be shiny or flaky.

Such Miss Mira's character was also a grain of the Duke's house and the boxed lady herself.

Born in a labyrinth city and raised in a labyrinth city, she apparently has all the glorious achievements of the adventurers in her ear.

Of course not.

How the adventurer went out of his way to die, but what betrayals and leg pulls led to his death is not the story of ascending to the aristocratic neighborhood early.

In the first place, it is the adventurer who has no one to talk to if he dies.

Unnoticed New American adventurers die without anyone knowing them, and die in public with a fluke of alarm.

It was only natural for Miss Mira to admire the brilliant work of the adventurers, since a man of great merit would not die easily.

Miss Mira listened to me and my people about their adventures, sometimes sweating in their hands, sometimes cheeky, sometimes blue.

As for this one, I spoke quite a bit because Miss Mira's honest joyful and grieving reaction and the respect directed at her is not well satisfied.

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"Dear George... Please come back to see Mira"

"Yeah, I'll be sure to visit Mira."

I would have told you about 3 hours.

As a result, Miss Mira missed me a lot.

Personally, well, it was a good time, and it was a good opportunity to reflect on my adventure with a fellow man who was dying once and for all, and to feel more of the dignity of my fellow man.

However, the slightest concern is that Miss Mira may have strengthened her admiration for adventurers.

I believe that what is at the root of Miss Mira's admiration of adventurers in the first place is probably in Miss Mira's mother, the Duchess of Keira von Klatt.

Mrs. Keira is sick and weak, and Miss Mira craves the panacea that the adventurer once brought home from the Krat Great Maze.

Well, I was able to tweet with the Duke's house because of it, and it would be good to take Rie and Lyota to sell my favors soon... hopefully it will heal.

"This one, it's a souvenir baked treat. We won't have sunshine, so have it as soon as you get home."

Thinking of her age as Miss Mira, she received the wrap from a maid of blue colored hair that was rare in the Kingdom of Cransel.

It has an aromatic aroma of wheat, so it's likely to hold for a couple of days, but it's certainly short compared to the kind of sweet, unsweetened, hard-baked cookies I occasionally made in my hometown.

Gilmouth and the Duke seem to be busy moving into the office to rub things together, only to say hello, and Miss Mira and the blue-haired maid dropped me off to leave the Duke's house behind.

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Walk through the aristocratic neighborhoods in every city.

The city of Krat was only said to be the second city of the Kingdom of Kranzel, and the size of the aristocratic district was also significant.

It's too small compared to the capital of an empire I've been to once, but in the first place, empires and kingdoms have different histories and country sizes, so I can't help it.

The aristocratic town of Krat is peaceful and I see a samurai and a thoughtful woman walking alone.

If an empire walks through the city without a guard, it's dangerous even in the aristocracy.

After a while, it will now be a shopping district lined with shops selling lavish substitutes for nobility.

There is a wide variety of clothing and accessories, of course, furniture, martial arts, carriages, and stores selling horse equipment.

Well, the carriage is a golden leaf, jewelry, fine craftsmanship. It belongs to Gotegote's lookout, and all you see is that you've made it into a weapon.

There will be no use here.

After a short walk through the southern shopping district from the eastern aristocratic district, just at the border between the residential and shopping compartments is the Adventurer Guild and Liberion clan home.

The Adventurer Guild is relatively close to the labyrinth, and the clan home is a little outside from there.

Meanwhile, there is a designated lodging for the Alliance, where Alliance employees and trusted adventurers are staying.

To say that there is a clan home nearby is to say that there is a great deal of trust in Liberlion from the equals guild.

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"Mr. Yuichi. Welcome home."

"Oh, Akemi, that's unusual."

Back home, Akemi was just on the edge of the loose.

Akemi always walks around town in appraisal leveling, so he doesn't see much relaxation.

"Yeah, a little break, sir."

Akemi smiled nicely as she prayed her legs.

Sit next to me.

"I'm taking a break, too."

"Heh heh, good to see. Did you get anything good?

"Oh, gold and... gold, perhaps?

"Haha, I don't know what that means, Desyo"

"Well, that wasn't too bad."

"That's good."

Open the package you received while having a cheap exchange.

What was in there... a chunk of pie?

It's like a bite-sized chocolate pie from a confectionery company. Take one of those out and give it to Akemi.

"I got another souvenir... don't tell everyone because it's a small number?

"Wow, is that good? When's the first time you've had a treat?

"... um, I feel like I haven't eaten one since I was reincarnated"

Release a chunk of pie into your mouth with a leopard.

I'm not sure if I should say crisp or mosha right now. The bite pie had honey inside and was very tasty.

"... delicious"

"It's a honey pie... That said, I've heard of bee area bosses in the wormwood area..."

"Okay, let's go next time"

When I peered into the package to count how many of them were later, I noticed that there was a piece of paper in the bottom.

Take it out and see, what it says is a recipe for honey pie.

It's written exactly to the point of fine caution. I guess that's what that blue-haired maid wrote.

"You even give me a recipe... you're fat..."

"Hehe, Mr. Yuichi. Unfortunately, no one can manipulate that fine stone kiln."

"I made a corner and it's dusty..."

As the two of us were dusk thinking of a stone kiln sleeping in the back of the kitchen, Emily came with two teacups that raised the hot air.

"Ah, Yuichi. Welcome home."

"Oh, I'm home."

Emily, who laid down her basin and sat next to me, gives me and Akemi a teacup.

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine."

As soon as I sip it and moisten my throat, I give Emily some tea and then some honey pie too.

"Is this... bread...?

"Ugh..."

"Emily..."

"Huh?"

To say that I had never eaten since I was reincarnated was to say that Emily had never even seen it.

Emily leaning so hard on her neck is not too pitiful, and stares at Emily with her loving eyes with Akemi.

"Emily. It's sweet and it's delicious."

"That's right, Emily. We're staying at the Krat until the dragon's weapons are finished, and we have time, so we're going honey hunting next time. From now on, you can eat a lot of sweets."

"Ha ha... are you a wolf"

Emily, shrunk as if she were a little overwhelmed by our determination, often gazed at a chunk of pie when she said she didn't even know the word "sweet" in a weird intonation.

Put it on your mouth like you decided to, with a small mouth - mossy.

The next moment - Emily opened her eyes so much that she seemed overflowing.

"Oh, sweetie..."

Emily was delighted to see us softly hold onto the hot eye.

Things try and give Emily the recipe because Emily finished eating honey pie looking important with Mosomoso.

The reincarnators couldn't use the stone kiln because they were accustomed to the machine. It felt like they didn't want to use it, but I was hoping Emily and Tierne, who hadn't touched anything convenient, could do it.

Emily stared at the recipe for a while and nodded Hmm.

"... Was it Mr. Akemi who thought of this?

"Yeah, I can do it if it's Japanese, but the sweets are refreshing"

"No way...... Euich?

"No, no, I tease the food, too. It's made of dried noodles or fried rice or frozen food."

"Then who the hell..."

For some reason, I told Emily, who I assume she made, a story after a long glance.

"Well, the last time I got a blue-haired maid a souvenir,"

"As long as it becomes... is the blue-haired maid also a reincarnator?"

"" Huh?

"Huh?"

What happened to Emily?

"Uh, what do you mean?

"Ah."

"Well, this is Nihon (...), right?"

"... ah"

The recipe Emily showed and showed was indeed written in Japanese.

I didn't realize it was because I used Japanese when I usually wrote letters to members working in another city.

"... and then it says here to wait in the guild?

""... really ""

That's why you told me to eat fast.