Gate of Amitilicia Online

Coantro Drug Store.

"How about you, Mr. Fist?

"Yeah, I'm done with that earlier. Take this and ask for the next"

I handed the crushed scratch healing grass to Laura and received a new scratch healing grass.

I've been collecting herbs, and I'm still helping make potions in the store. There's no better way to supply it than to produce it on its own.

Currently, Einfast's potion situation sucks. Every store is thin or out of stock, with soaring potions. Some of them have also been resold.

And not just the potion, but its raw material, wound-healing grass, is similarly becoming thin. The purchase price of scratch-healing grass has risen, the wholesale price for the dispensers to obtain it has risen, and the result potion itself has risen in price, or if not, the next vicious circle of purchases is beginning unabated.

This store is better yet because I bring in scratch healing grass directly and it is produced by Mr. Cornell, but the store specializing in sales is closed. A store with a pharmacist would also have a hard time collecting ingredients.

The player's dispensers are also on the run to collect and sell materials, but the situation does not seem to be fragrant due to the small number of producers themselves.

The GAO basically doesn't know if what's there is beneficial to the player. You can recognize it with your skills or someone can teach you to know what it is for the first time.

For example, if scratch healing grass was growing, normal players would not know that it was scratch healing grass. It's just grass in the perception of an unknowledgeable player, so naturally it will go through.

If this possesses the skills of [dispensing] [plant knowledge] [collecting], I can tell that it is wound-healing grass. It's up to the players to do what they do with it if they know. Collect it if you want, and leave it if you don't need it.

I'm looking at the actual wound-healing grass even if I don't have the skills, and it's possible to look for it if you can tell me that it's a medicinal herb. However, efficiency can be extremely poor.

I want you to think that scratch healing grass grows all over one side of the meadow. If you have skills, just look at the meadows and you will be given visual information on where the wound-healing grass grows. But if you don't have the skills, you have to visualize and check every grass. There are no specifications such as point of collection display in this game. It's a choice between looking with vegetables or looking with skills.

I think you'll understand how much difference there will be in sampling efficiency. No matter how much scratch healing grass buying prices are now rising, few players want to do such a hassle.

It is very difficult for anyone other than skilled to collect herbs, and as a result, no materials are collected. [Dispensing] If the holding does its own sampling, it will take that much extra time to delay the supply. It's dark ahead.

But this situation. I thought it was just trouble earlier, but it seemed so unnatural.

Until now, the distribution of potions has taken place without problems. Demand in this world should have jumped at the same time as the service started. That's what broke down so suddenly here recently. I don't hear about the explosive increase in the number of players. The second edition of the software has not yet been released, so there is no line that the second team pushed over.

Yet in the last few days, supplies have been cut off. The supply wasn't catching up, some of it was completely stopped. When this happens, it is more likely that an anomaly has occurred in the distribution of the potion itself.

"Mr. Cornell, have you heard any strange rumors lately about things that have changed in the pharmaceutical industry? The herbal fields were vandalized, the people collecting them were attacked."

Ask Mr. Cornell, who is frying wound-healing grass.

"You don't have anything to talk about, especially in your ear. When it comes to our store, it's just that we have a sudden increase in customers. Guests from other stores must have flown..."

"Really..."

I've tried to suspect someone might be putting a toothpick on the distribution for the soaring potion, but that doesn't seem to have been the sign. No, I just don't think so, and it's actually possible that that kind of conspiracy is moving.

Think about it without resting your hand handling wound-healing grass and you won't find the answer. In a situation where judgment materials are scarce, it doesn't matter what you say, you just don't leave the imagination.

Either way, all I can do right now is help supply potion. When Luke and the others get to the village, there 'll be a little progress, and we'll be in touch.

"Fist, can you hear me?

I stopped my hand because the chat came at the same time as I expected. Is this voice Swain? All the members of [Silverblade] had their friends registered.

Mr. Cornell turns to a strange look. Friend chat is a communication between the parties, not audible to the others. There is no need to say a word, and what you think is going to be communicated to them. When I say this, it sounds like an out-of-the-box idea, but it actually only conveys what I wanted to tell them. I don't know what the logic is, but I think it's amazing technology.

Luke and the others have contacted us.

That being said, was Mr. Cornell convinced or restarted the work? Well, let's get some info here.

"Oh, you just arrived?

'It was not long before we arrived. Because it doesn't make sense just to contact me on arrival. I just checked the situation a little bit. So, about this one... you can think the accident line is gone'

It wasn't an accident... I mean, someone did it.

'On what grounds?

"The village's herbal fields have been vandalized and wound-healing grass has been uprooted. Then two or four villagers went out to deliver the potion, and they're missing."

'That sucks...... what's the damage to the villagers?

'So far, just the four of us. I just couldn't move poorly because I was afraid that I could do some harm to the village'

If someone said they vandalized a herbal field and attacked four villagers in potion transport, it is well conceivable that it would point a spear at the village itself. It's an anxiety factor that it's completely unclear how many groups of people some of them are.

'So we decided to use the village as a base to explore the surroundings. I'll be staying here for a while'

'Okay. Call me back if you make any progress. Until then, I'll be at Mr. Cornell's, helping as much as I can.'

So I broke up the chat and told Mr. Cornell what was going on. It makes a dark face knowing that this cause is man-made.

"I don't know who did it, but it's an annoying story. What do you think drugs are for saving people's lives..."

And I exposed my anger. If the potion stopped flowing into the market, it could be a natural reaction because that could have cost lives that were supposed to help. Speaking of business, I guess I'm proud of my current job of selling drugs and helping people save lives.

"There are a lot of people who need potions who specialize in rough stuff. It's a matter of life and death."

"Right. So let's do our best to offer them a little bit."

Nodding at Mr. Cornell's words, I resumed my dispensing work.

Login nineteenth time.

Potion supply remained tight or worse. They also interrupted purchases at stores where other than Muros were suppliers. Now you've confirmed the intervention of someone malicious. I guess it's a pretty big organization, like stopping potion supply across Einfast.

Looks like Mr. Cornell decided to work with another store or the Pharmacist Guild on this matter. Potions made by stores with dispensing equipment were distributed to Alliance merchants.

I was wondering if it makes sense, it seems to eliminate the remedy for stores specializing in sales and the disparity in price hikes between stores. Still several times the usual price, but as things stand, it's the price of conscience. It will go up even further when the supply of materials is interrupted, but there is no choice but to do all this. Even they have a life.

Meanwhile, private sales pharmacists who are not members of the guild sell them at their own prices. And so is the player's dispenser. This is a pretty rough price, but some of them seem to be slightly higher than the store price.

Still, even if it's higher than the over-the-counter price, the potion sells. Even though there are other means of recovery besides potions, the advantage is still great that they can be used by anyone.

In the meantime, what I'm doing, basically, is helping me make potions, and Mr. Cornell tells me a lot about the pharmaceutical relationship in between.

As the pharmacist reads and writes, it's my job to make drugs, but nothing. That's not just about restorative drugs. e.g. insect repellent, e.g. sleeping pills, e.g. anesthetics. And even poisons such as insecticides. Pharmacists make a wide range of products.

I heard a lot about those drugs from Mr. Cornell, and I also tried to formulate drugs that might be used for adventure. Sometimes [dispensing] was gumming up due to the effects of potion making, and it would be this harvest that allowed me to make quite a few medicines. The healing potion also reached four stars.

Other than that, I had a bad but what a meaningful time for the Lukes running around teaching Laura how to cook at breaks and dealing with your son Jean.

And now I'm here to collect some herbs for the first time. Near the outer perimeter of the forest to the west, we have already picked it all up, so we have to go deep into the forest. Well, I've been hunting around here before, so yes, it's not that dangerous. I wouldn't lose a wolf herd opponent right now, or a struggle - no, it depends on the number. For now, up to seven people can do something about it is experience economy.

The deep part means that people have less access, so there are quite a few unspoiled herbs, etc. I don't have to worry about the amount of carry-on thanks to getting storage, so I will actively collect other herbs, not just wound-healing grass.

Over a considerable amount of time, a considerable amount of scratch healing grass could be collected. Now we'll be able to supply some potion again.

Speaking of which, I realized on my way home that I would never meet with the other collectors. [Dispensing] I heard you don't have much, but even though it seems good to meet once or so, what you do meet is about the hunters of players and residents who are coming hunting. Well, I guess it's because of the different picking locations.

"Hmm?"

I noticed that when I walked up to about half way to Einfast. There is a sound approaching from the rear.

Turn around and use [Farsighted], there are three front carriages rushing this way, one slightly further away after the two. You're going pretty fast.

"Fist! Just in time!

The next moment, a chat from Luke jumped in. Oh, if you look closely, the rear-end carriage belongs to Luke and the others.

"Two carriages, stop me somehow! They're the ones who did this!

"What, did you get hammered?

'I mean, I came right after I took control of the guys I was staring at! Irregular!'

Oh, the guys who worked elsewhere have been rendezvous... that was bad luck...

'But I wish we'd split up and run. You guys have one, and you can't chase two.'

"Which side are you on?!?

Pointing to the retards' minds, Luke barked for some reason. No, nothing. I'm not going to advise those guys...

'Anyway, I want you to stop, but if you can, please be intact! Looks like they're both loading up potions they robbed in a rough way! I don't want to do as much damage as possible to them!

Luke said plainly impotent. It's impossible to stop a wagon in a blast at any cost.

'I can't make a commitment. There may be some damage, but don't complain. The top priority is to hold the killer down, right?

'... ok, as much as possible, fine'

It seemed regrettable, but Luke also seemed to have a good priority. If we hold down the killer, the supply of potion will revert even if the chaos continues for a while. It's more of a problem if you're worried about the damage to the product and miss it.

I took the word. Then I'll do as much as I can.

"Miriam, give me a hand."

I sent a chat to Miriam.

"From now on, I'll build a wall in front of two carriages. At an unavoidable time with full speed. Make it a skewed arrangement to guide the evasive direction, so if the speed drops, will you build a wall to surround it? '

'... I understand, I'll be ready'

Continue to send a chat to Swain as well.

"Swain, stop the horse with me and Miriam, or let it slow down as much as possible. Is it possible to seal the horse's movements for that moment?

"Leave it to me."

"I asked."

Finish the chat and I'll take the potion out of my hip porch. Magic potion to restore MP.

The carriage is coming straight this way. You seem to realize I'm here, but the speed and path remain intact. You wouldn't dream of me getting to know Luke and the others, working together, etc.

"Well, let's get started"

I don't do anything to completely turn back to the carriage, I just stop and complain to the Spirit of the earth in Spirit Word, pretending to be the wind watching how things are going.

"Spirits in the earth, help me."

The ground thrives in response to my voice and will. The walls, or earthwork, were raised one after the other so as to hinder the carriage's path. It's about 40 centimeters tall at most, and one is about 50 centimeters wide. Even an obstacle of this magnitude would be catastrophic if the carriage got up. One after the other, it was created on the expected path of the carriage.

The arrangement is so open that the carriage can't get through. And I biased it slightly to make it easier to dodge it. To make sure you get away with it to those who are easy to escape.

The carriage owner seems to have noticed a fault. I rush to control the horses to slow them down and manipulate the horses to avoid them.

So for the first time, I moved. He ran as hard as he could, creating more dirt walls from where the spiritual magic range was critical so as to inhibit the carriage's path. When the MP runs out, drink up the prepared magic potion and recover, creating a soil without interruption. Eventually, the carriage stopped inability to move. The earthwork that blocked the path and placed it so that it could not swivel sealed the carriage's mobility. A car can change direction even with a side turn, but a carriage won't do that.

"... uh, tired..."

The magic potion I had was exhausted, and the MP was the limit. Critical enough to save me...

While doing so, Luke and his carriage caught up and consolidated the siege. Soil walls are born one after the other so as to surround the carriage. They're taller and taller than I can get them out at once, and the placement is exquisite. The boulder is Miriam, and the spiritual usage from beta is not half as proficient. I guess the MP is different from mine, too.

"Horse movements don't seem to need to be sealed."

"Oh, Miriam did a good job."

'Thanks for your help. We'll take care of it. "

Looks like Luke and the others took control of the thieves. If this happens, they won't have a way to escape. I just ran away, and if they chase me in a carriage, it's not something I can get away with. I decided to let Swain's words sweeten me up and relax.

but bad predecessors are everywhere. There's a man with a bad face, a bad side, running toward me. No, you're not. I didn't run away. The color of hatred comes to a man's eyes, and he won't let go of me. This guy's after me!

Activate [Magic Strike] - That's not enough MP... go first!

"It's because of you!

He waved the bastard sword the man had in his hand as he spewed out words of anger. Jump back and avoid it somehow. But it doesn't end there. The man stubbornly slaughtered me.

Bad, really bad! This guy is strong! I'm not licking this one like every other brute, so there's no gap!

The fat muscles are sharp and fast. The blow is heavy. [Magic Strike] I manage to recirculate it without it, but my hands quickly became scratched.

"Die eh!

A flashing spike was directed at me. I decided it was inevitable, I couldn't take it, and I shielded my right arm. But the man's blade tore his hand, through his arm, and even broke through a layer of hard leather and pierced my right chest.

"-!"

I couldn't even raise my voice to the pain that ran on my arm and chest. I'm just lucky to have been able to avoid a fatal injury.

"What, whoa!

In pain I put my strength into my right arm and at the same time kicked it up with my right leg. The aim is...

"Grr!?

The face of the man, who had protruded the blade and was joyfully distorted, now distorted in agony and amazement. A man lets go of his sword and leaves.

"Holy shit... Huh!?

The man holds his own groin, becomes his inner crotch, trembling like a newborn deer - although cuteness is the difference between heaven and earth. The man's face was pale, but the sharpness of his eyes glaring at this one increased even further. Anger and willingness to kill have increased and swelled ahead, but they don't seem to be able to move.

I know it's best to fold here. But my body doesn't move. I pulled it out of my chest, but the bastard sword remained stabbed in the right arm of my dominant arm. Even the kick earlier, if it's true, could have been powerful enough to crush it, but it was over with half-way power because my back was pulled by pain.

(Po, get the potion...)

I try to take the potion out, taking the time out of the man. We need to recover a little and finish the man off.

Yet my body doesn't move. The pain, and the fact that he was about to be killed, frightens me, inhibits my will. It's not easy for your hands to shake and open the mouth of the pouch either. Damn it, move, my arm!

but the man's body fell forward. Beyond that, there's a face you can say you're already used to seeing.

"Are you okay Fist!?

Luke, who let him out of breath, stood with his sword in one hand. He came to help me. Syria is with us.

Helpful, I thought so, and at the same time, I fell on my knees on the spot with my strength out of my leg. Oh, what a pity...

"Syria, if you seal this guy up, give me a Fist allowance!

Copy that.

Following Luke's instructions, Syria said when she retrieved one spell,

"It is a symbol of restraint. Seize him according to the Word."

I pasted it on the back of the man's head with words. The curse emits a pale light. I don't know if it worked, but Syria was convinced of it, and she approached me early away from the man.

"Are you okay?

"Honestly, it's critical..."

I answered the question honestly because I couldn't afford to look good. It's okay, Syria whispered to reassure this one, and now she took out two curses. The letters are not the same as the ones I just had.

"It's a healing token. Heal the wounds of this man according to reason."

Apply a curse to the right arm and right chest wound and spin the curse. For a moment, the wound was wrapped in something warm. The pain gradually eases. Is this spell magic...

"Thank you, thank you"

To thank you, um, Syria nods. Luke, who took a whopping breath, lowered his head.

"Sorry Fist. It's my fault I couldn't pay attention to you."

"No, you noticed, so I can stay here now. Never mind."

If the reinforcements hadn't come, I would have been killed by a recovered man. The man also had a spare little sword, and I don't think my recovery was in time for his earlier body. And Luke and the others were dealing with a lot of enemies. Sometimes the carriage was a dead end, and it was an unavoidable circumstance even if it didn't look at everything. I just go back to the Great Square of Einfast where I died, but honestly I don't want to have a death experience or anything. I don't want to act on the premise of death any more than I play with the perception that I'm living in this world.

Thanks to Luke noticing, I was saved. Then that's fine.

Well, I hope this is a good time. I wonder how things will work in the future...... I hope there is progress.

Then... I need to be stronger...