Disciple of Immortal

I lost my sorcerer. I joined Pomera and Philia.

Phyllia still seemed to be flirting and was reluctant to keep her body in Pomera.

"How was it, Mr. Canata?

Pomera asks me.

I shook my head.

"I think I lost it. I'm just glad it wasn't a fight because he was probably a better opponent than me."

Pomera fades away in my words.

"What!? Kah, are you better than Kanata!? Oh, my God, can such a person really exist?

Pomera shouts out loud.

Phyllia, whose eyes were closed, was awake to the voice.

... What the hell does Pomera think of me as?

"There are a lot of people better than me. Because the human level in this world is pretty extreme. Mr. Renaele used to tell me to be vigilant because I don't know when I'm going to be in crisis."

The average adventurer seemed to be more or less below level 100, but like Philia and the sorcerer just now, there are certainly people who have the same or higher level as me.

Especially when it came to metastasized people like me being easily noticed by such dangerous people.

I'm also wearing the Twin Minds Act so that I can cross with them to some extent, but I've never crossed the line without being engaged.

"Yes, as much as you want... no... yeah..."

As Pomera twisted her neck, she was saying to the words.

"I didn't know if there was any hostility on her part... but for once, you might want to stay alert. I'm going to gather information, too."

Phyllia is overreacting and is in the attack.

This is not an unthinkable story that triggers and leads to later conflicts.

You should solve the misunderstanding.

Depending on their information, you might want to escape this magical city within no more sight.

Either way, if you're such an armed sorcerer, you should be famous in some way.

Getting information would not be so difficult.

... Besides, I can't imagine the magician resembling Lunaere.

Maybe I just want to think so, but I want to make sure.

Logically, it's obvious that she's not Lunaere, but it really catches me.

"If you're a material collector, do you... give up already?

"Yeah... honestly, I don't think it makes much sense to look for any more in this magical city..."

Even "Witchling" had D-level items at its limit.

In order to get any more items, you may have to get connections with a handful of high-level adventurers or head directly out to the magic world to find them.

At that time, the conversation between the people who walked behind me went into my ear.

"I hear new alchemy magic has been pioneered again. There are also significant variations in the pricing offered by Mithril Wand."

"But, you know, upstream stories, it's none of our business..."

"Dude, you're a guy with no dreams and no willingness to improve"

I stopped for that ridicule.

I looked back at them I was talking to, and I walked over.

"Excuse me! Um, can I ask you something about The Wand of Demonic Silver?

"What? Come to this city, you don't even know The Wand of Magic and Silver.

The man laughed colder with Han.

He was skinny, but tall.

It seems to me that the humans of the magical city of Manarak tend to be slightly colder towards ignorant humans in this city.

I may not be able to hear much from them.

"Ready? The Wand of Magic and Silver (Mithril) is about the city's highest alchemy division and the sales office they run in good faith. They don't have to compete, they're losing one of their heads. In the sense of supporting the other Alchemy divisions, they sell some of the technology and items they get."

The man enjoyed talking to me.

I thought it might be a stream that wouldn't tell me exactly, but he was a good guide.

"You have such a place..."

"Brother, you're too neglected. That's... I'm a little understudied, even though a few people come to Manarak for the purpose of" The Wand of Demonic Silver (Mithril). "Your brother's a magician, isn't he?

"I'm sorry, it's an unknown thing..."

I give back a bitter laugh to a man.

"... you won't have any luck with Locke either, well, don't be too proud to talk about it"

A tall woman lined up beside him sighed so nilly.

A man stares at her with a murky distorted expression.

The Alchemy Division at the Peak of the Magic City of Manarak, The Wand of Demonic Silver (Mithril)......

Apparently, it's an organization that draws a line with the other Alchemy divisions in Manarak.

Unlike mere stores, high-ranking items may also be expected if they are a sales office directly under the research organization.

... but even if it did, it would be tough with the gold in my hand right now... it's not a bad idea to check the availability of the items that make up the potion material or the price.

"Um... where is that sales office?

"... no, over there"

A woman tries to pinch her mouth in a frightened manner.

But a man stepped forward and blocked it.

"I don't know what else to do... I'll show you around."

"Is that true? Then I'd love to. There are so many streets, I got a little lost..."

"Oh, leave it to me."

The man answered me lovingly.

"Hey, Gred! Bad taste, dude."

The woman spoke more to the man.

The man laughed and waved his back at her.

"Come on, I'm not throwing up about anything, am I? Take him in kindly because this guy wants to go. I just want to. You go ahead."

The woman looked at the man with a frightened face, but when she and I met each other, she missed her face and walked away to another.

…………

What is it, a meaningful conversation right now?

"Are those two of you with me?

The man glanced at Pomera and Filia.

Pomera was anxiously looking at me, so she noticed that she was apparently an acquaintance.

"That's right. It's just that..."

"Let's just pick them up and go. I'm not free, either."

"Yes, sir"

I bowed my head to the man's words.