Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"The quality of the Demon Stone is good and the quantity is sufficient. Sounds like you've been polite with your mining. This... can be colored somewhat"

The shopkeeper looks at the demonic stones piled on the table and laughs satisfactorily.

"Thank you. Thank you"

"No, I might ask you guys to do some mining in the future. I hope the treatment goes well."

Verito and the others bow their heads to the words of the store owner. That's how he received the price, and when the confirmation was over, the Diabolos' expression also became brighter.

"Good......! You've exceeded the amount of magic pills...!

"I think I'm going to have too much money... and I can give that to Mr. Theodore and the others, right?

"Right...... If you've just come this way from afar, don't you have much to hold together?

Though the face of the Diabolos snorted convincingly at the words of Orellietta.

"Sure, that helps... but I get a lot of information about thanking you. If you're sorry about that, it won't be a problem until we're done talking about treatment. There may be unplanned and sudden expenses, and I think it would be good if the situation were confirmed."

If you need it, you can earn money by making magic props and selling them and disposing of materials, and all you need is loaded on the Sirius in the first place. Well, it's also true that it would be helpful to have a currency match over here.

When I answer that, Verito closes his eyes.

"That's for sure. But I don't think the information we gave you is enough, and I don't think it's enough as a consideration. I'm sure I can't afford the situation right now... but I'll always be grateful anyway"

"Okay. Remember."

Looking straight ahead and responding that way, Verito and the others seemed convinced. That's why I say goodbye to the shopkeeper once, followed by a trip around the city. The luggage car is deformed to fold, in the form of a carry bag, and then carried in the form of a self-propelled walk. Hmm. Maybe I could sell this for a road bank. And well, whatever it is about the luggage truck.

"There was an atmosphere earlier where the store owner seemed to be able to make magic drugs, but are they out of specialty?

And I'll ask you something that bothers me a little.

"It's a decision that you can't handle except by a therapist who has permission to treat you or someone else, because magic drugs that aren't common are at risk of being abused. You can make your own potions."

I see. Well, I did have a lot of problems with the use of magic drugs in Verdogal, and some items are designated prohibited, and some require separate permission to handle them.

At the very least, it's a system that regulates uniformly in this country so that no one else can handle magic drugs. Potions, etc. can also be called magic drugs, but this is a common thing, so I guess it makes sense that it's okay.

"Well... a while ago, they had a well-armed therapist in the hospital who could heal and dispense. Died at an old age... now a licensed magician is in charge of dispensing"

"And then there was the amount of money that we needed."

"Like they're looking at your feet?

"I don't think that's the case because it's a pricey medicine. The magic drug material we need is also used for another magic drug… there are customers who want it."

"Even if we use the same materials, we need a certain amount to manufacture the drugs we need. I was told that the price would be really high because the materials themselves were harder to obtain."

The faces of the Diabolos wave like that. There is soaring demand for other magic drugs in terms of materials.

"But you mounted an appointment with the pharmacist. He said he'd put some material in place until he got back."

"If it were a treatment center, it would be a public facility, so maybe it would have been cheaper without these circumstances."

"Well... the well-armed therapist pulled it off and said he was understaffed everywhere. The pharmacist is sure of his arm, and I can't tell you how luxurious he is."

I'm not sure about the system of demons, procurement routes for materials, etc... Well, the Lungard side also treated healers as rare. Is the world of demons the same around it?

It is also possible that even if you ask too much about the political form of root digging leaf digging, you will be distrustful of the kind of secret detective you are. I was hoping to get some more information naturally from the Diabolos or in the conversation, but this city also belongs to some country, which doesn't seem to be a mistake.

"The demonic world still seems like a... tough environment, doesn't it? Is it enclosed as a country?"

"You're also concerned about the crystal of the tower in the heart of the city.... although that also looks like something with a public purpose"

And, Grace and Claudia were watching this exchange over the crystal plate monitor and exchanging those words.

As you go along the city talking to the Diabolos, you go out onto the main street. He proceeded down the street of the various races, and that is how he arrived in front of a building with a small and beautiful but large door. Potted plants, etc. of ornamental plants are lined up at the end of the house along with the lantern, and the atmosphere is good for the price. Although I can't read the letters on the sign because they belong to the demon world.

When I opened the door and walked into the store...... it was still as beautiful and clean as the house.

There are shelves with various medicine bottles displayed, and in the back workplace there may be a line of tools on the desk that appear to be for weighing, but the workplace and the store seem to be blocked by wind magic fields, and there are surprisingly few smells of chemicals, etc.

The shopkeeper was a blue skin-toned giant. According to the Diabolos, the Gigers, Is it smaller than the man Gigers I saw in the city? Still, I think it's over two meters tall.

"You guys... Yes. You're back."

The owner says in a quiet voice. Though apparently a giant with a pretty calm personality.

"I've got the money I was told to pay"

When Verito says so and arranges a blurry glowing currency on the table, the shopkeeper receives it too and nods quietly.

"I did get it. I can make magic pills in no time, so please wait."

"That... helps. I heard you'd keep the material in place... but is your relationship with the other customers okay?

"Yeah. I'm telling you I can't make it out of lack of material. Things you can't talk about other customers, but you think you should prioritize customers for persecuted situations. I'm pretty sure you guys had an appointment, and I'm sorry about the high prices."

I see. The shopkeeper said so and then pulled into the back workplace. I couldn't see the work process because I closed the door... well, that's a trade secret, so there's no other way. Then there was a bottle of medicine containing a bright blue liquid in the hands of the shopkeeper who came back for a while.

"I think this will cure the symptoms. But the cause of the illness is unknown. Mind the likelihood of recurrence."

"At that time... I might take care of you again"

"It's a tricky thing..."

and the store owner closed his eyes to Verito's reply.

That's how the owner drops me off and leaves the store behind. Going back down the original road and down the entrance alley again, it seems that the buildings have become more prominent over time, both old and crude......

"We're all from Pioneering Village... orphaned by a demonic raid. It was the benefactor, Mr. Bloomwood, who helped me with that."

"Ways to fight and means to live. He taught me how to use my power as a Diabolos... a benefactor and a mentor."

When Verito and the others heard there was a demon in the ruins, they couldn't help but think they were headed for it... is that why? Although Behemoth seemed beyond what he could handle on the boulder.

That's how I stop my leg in front of a small house. There's a man here named Bloomwood. I hear a little about the contents of the illness during the journey on the Sirius. Well, I hope we can help.