Gang of Yuusha

The flame of the convex oil torch was distorted, mounted on the stand, and the contents of the tilted flask were foamed with copper.

The face of the blonde blue-eyed girl is reflected in the mirror of the flask glass.

At the workshop (atelier), where experimental equipment was arranged on the table and the smell of chemicals drifted slightly, Percibel turned thin paper and ran her eyes through the text.

It's not an alchemy book, it's a bunch of paper.

At the top is marked 'Consumer Questionnaire'.

Either frowning, surprise, or joy - he's changing his expression in many ways.

She is dyeing in illegal potion manufacturing for a living, but underlying is her temperament as a creator.

If it becomes a simple productive activity, it also comes to bore with labor.

It is also natural that it will not be enough to manufacture the perfect potion, wholesale it to the former tightening, shoji, and live a life at a price.

I wasted a lot of time - customers, potion caves (bars), whorehouses, adventurers, mercenaries, citizens - drowning people (drunkers) asked me to take a survey.

Even though it's a black market, soliciting thoughts was a little outrageous.

Normally I don't stand out like that.

Questionnaire forms may also remain as evidence.

Arguing with a confused facial shoji, Percibel, who had won, was beginning to understand how to take the lead.

Anyway, you just have to keep complaining in tears. You don't need to understand anything about a man's rational rationality. If you pass the imposition, the reason pulls in. You just have to win eventually. It is a devilish thought with an adorable face.

I am concerned about product evaluation and trends.

I can find out if the potion business is on track.

"What do you think..."

There are also favorable opinions on the paper bound with hemp strings, but "lower the price", "change the bottle" and "mix the raw cream" were diverse words.

Indulge in things that may be helpful while choosing between cursing and meaningless things.

"Mmm."

I put my finger on my lower lip.

It is worth thinking about adding understatement, coloring, fragrances, etc. and increasing variations during the manufacturing process.

When it comes to mass produced goods, it's not easy.

The Perfect Potion graph is right shoulder up.

Sales are progressing well.

Even as it is, it is also a human being who wants to make a difference.

"Hmmm, raw cream flavor... can I add vanilla essence..."

Finger-pick Sara's hair salon, spread to her shoulder, and tilt her neck as she softly stretches her golden tip.

The costume as an alchemist is getting worn out because of touching the raw materials of the drug, etc., but the Indo-American Percivel is indifferent. Usually enough to take care of garden tease and flower beds, I also ask for daily items shopping at last when purchasing alchemy materials.

In the meantime, even though I think about buying new clothes in the corner of my head, I arm myself to the challenges of the moment.

Consumer opinion was also important, but Percibel could not set the course.

Perfect potion is' purified 'of perfect recovery.

There is hesitation in putting foreign objects in.

You can apply about a mellow lower flavor to make it suitable for beverages, but I don't want to overdo it.

First of all, it might be a hand to try to develop another new drug.

"Mmmm... mmm... this!

Focusing all the way on a sentence of paper, Percibel glanced forward.

He was dyeing his cheeks to Zhu with no heart or pop, but the girl was burning as an alchemist.

The local class (gentry) near the Error Knife is a settler from the Wang capital.

As a result, there are few cases where farms (plantations) are run in the mountainous seas that connect houses to the Mürn Mountains.

He employs small writers with little different treatment than slaves to produce crops that are adapted to the land and climate.

The harvest consists of spices, coffee, tea leaves, fruit, sugar cane, etc.

It is made into a processed product in a factory and has gained wealth by exporting it to various countries and cities.

It tends to produce highly redeemable crops throughout.

Most of the time they build mansions in cool and comfortable highlands, they do not receive complaints or administrative guidance from citizens who are overpriced.

Those who lost in Wang Du's power struggle prevailed - only those who regained power as medals (knights) awarded industrial medals, a prize torn apart by post-war financial difficulties, and are considerably less conscious as a constituent class.

Almost, it is converted into a gold with a narrow autonomy.

Not everyone can learn right, but when people gather to grasp homogeneous primary industries, the Comparison begins.

Sometimes there are events that compete for the success of the harvest.

"Work hard and open..."

Shoji Quick, dressed in milky white menswear, was peeking into a hand mirror on the street in an attempt to attend 'Leaf Party', a crop's reputation.

Apply a white pigment (cream) to your face and neck.

It's a recent fashion to be blue-white and make a man look neat. Increases luster on the skin. Stroke and set your hair. Let the collar and feet, the hair tips of the back neck, jump and taste the spills in the character.

It was Madame - the ladies of Ariachi and their relatives who took part in the party.

The demand for appearance is really fine.

Sometimes I think the eyes of a conscious woman are those of an eagle.

Fashion is just the outside, but if the outfit is not excellent, the arrogant lady will not look at the contents. Aesthetic eyes don't understand beauty. There are measures, and there are differences. It is not acceptable in a poor minister.

Shoji desperately shows every part of his body in the mirror and makes a final check on his familiarity.

I got a one-way ticket.

Perfect place to expand your sales channels for luxury oriented portions.

Your wife is human, too. They are vulnerable to exciting pleasures.

Even if I don't like buying from a thin dirty gang, I reach out from a talented gentleman in a small, beautiful courtesy costume.

"That's an unexpected hobby. I can't believe you're growing plants in street gangs."

Error knife eastern.

It is a luxury residential neighborhood where the rich gather.

Holly, dressed in plain clothes under a rubber-shaped exterior lamp, laid one hand on her waist and waited for her, a cluttered corner ahead of her on a sleek hill.

The most open, sharp voice tells me because I'm suspicious of trying to find something out of Shoji.

Attendance at the party would not have materialized without using her connections.

I'm a collaborator, but I wouldn't have given my consent because of my serious personality if I found out I was going to sell illegal potions.

"Oh, I'm home gardening on the veranda. Everyday, I grow lawful herbs."

"Legitimate Herbs."

Holly dropped her eyes on the pot that Shoji had for a moment.

It has red wild strawberry fruit.

The brown soil is covered with plenty of fertilizer as it is made of large grains.

The leaves and stems were misty and splendid as improvements to wild species blooming by the roadside.

"Hmm... you're taking care of it. I see, if it's not for sale at the florist... it doesn't look like it was purchased"

"Naturally. This“ baby ”is confident. Over the years, pollen was harvested in pinsets many times, mated with various species for perfect fruit spherization. Unlike the clueless aristocratic fools who just let the serfs work, they are nurturing with care. That's exactly why you brought my pride."

"Hmm... I thought there was some kind of sagging, but is that my concern? You seem to have other hobbies than drowning in potions."

Holly nodded admirably at Shoji's harsh tone.

Sales are sales, but there is a slight mix of hobbies.

As an area, it was the beginning of being involved in my area.

"As a small citizen, I have a small hobby, too. It's boring though. Well, above all, I wanted to set foot in the aristocratic community with a view to my future with Holly. I'm shocked you don't doubt that."

"Ugh... sooo sorry. Oh, well, it was for me."

Red-faced, face down gently.

Holly is vulnerable to oral complaints, so she seems to be able to handle it by mouth.

Basically, pathetically, it's easy to handle.

When he leans aside and turns his hand around his thin hips to attract his flesh, he is restlessly gripping his lips. Crawl your hands flat to the butt where you drew the curve. My eyes opened wide just for a moment with surprise.

"We'll move on to the corner that way as you wish from daylight..."

"Attractive, but let's go straight. I'm late for the party."

Slowly raise the hand that was grabbing the buttocks all the way up to the shoulder.

I have trouble getting that concern weirdly because I was going to skinship.

"I can be a little late."

Encouraged to walk, but checking sideways for accommodation that is soaring along the river.

An unpopular place off the road.

A three-story wooden building in a residential group is used by couples.

Using a hand turned on his shoulder, poke a puffy cheek with his index finger from the other side.

"Holly, I know you do, but every house has a room to rest in. If you get sick on the way, I'll see you there. So first, take me to a party with Madame and the others. I know you're right, but I think this is braver than challenging a horrible monster."