How to Escape from an Implacable Man

I've been busy over the heat this summer.

Even though it was hot wearing a robe to hide his physique, the daytime sun lit relentlessly.

Many people fell from summer bats and heat stroke, and medicines such as appetite enhancement were always out of stock.

Mr. Miltil's mountain cabin says it's comfortable during the summer, so I thought I'd leave the store number to 'Marie' to dip in, but there were circumstances that didn't work out either.

All because of the "township" by Viscount Bartove.

Back in late spring, it was a mistake to give Carl, who I stumbled upon, a recipe for a blue glaze and reassured him that I had one paragraph with it.

Thanks, I hear the ingredients were too special.

What I used was a piece of metal I found in the mountains. They call it a "fairy kobold prank" locally, and they treat it as useless.

Then I just tried powdering it with the nearby scum crystal......

Unfortunately, I was reminded once again that I did not have enough general common sense.

The average person cannot do so, for example, by discerning stones, and the choice of ore required can only be left to the sorcerer if purity is to be sought.

The same thing could be said about the formulation of dyes used for painting. Well, I'm only offering this to Mr. Miltil, so I'm still fine.

Thanks to the town hall by glaze, I rushed to create the "Carved Stone Plate of the Sorcery Formation to Identify Ore" and the "Sorcery Formation to Choose the Materials Required for the Formulation of Medicine (hereinafter abbreviated)", setting that I had it for my mentor. Because it has less magic, I think it was quite white to explain that it is protecting the effects of the formation by draining blood regularly.

The tools I have are necessary as a pharmacist, so I can't be taken "all over town".

As a result, he was promoted to a magician's guide who was sent to find the mineral vein, aleccorette questions about the scum ore he used, and a lot of things got busy.

I refused about what I could say no to because I had an obstacle to my original job, but sometimes I'm the only one who can do it. I had no choice but to deal with the people sent by Wang Du.

"Hello, Miltil -"

Finally, a little hippopotamus, I came to the mountain hut to cool down the collection of materials.

"Oh, you."

Mr. Miltil, who peered into his face, wore better clothes than usual. Beautiful young grass color suits you well.

"Was that supposed to go somewhere today?

"No, I'm supposed to have a visitor."

Mr. Miltil, when he invites me in, serves me a cup of tea that he was chilling in the creek. I simmered the herbs growing there. It's sour and delicious. Well, I have a little crush, so it's not for 10,000 people.

"Also, are you a painting tourist from Wang Du?

Like me, I say it remembering that I was struggling with a guest from Wang Du, but apparently not.

"It's not a tour. Apparently, there's an aspirant who's going to live in this town and make pottery."

Waiting here, does that mean living in this mountain hut rather than living in town?

Hmm? Living in?

"Maybe an apprenticeship application, is it?

"Well, can you say that?"

I can't even build a kiln in town, and although I would add, I naturally laughed at that softly somewhere.

"Hmm, isn't that nice? Your apprentice."

"Ha, think it's other HR, don't say it lightly. I wish I had been free to make it."

No way, I can't believe this is happening, and Miltil, whining somewhere to himself, still seemed to feel embarrassed and happy, and his mouth was loose.

"Either way, Mr. Miltil won't be able to accommodate your customers' demands, will he? There's a limited number of things you can make in a day. Well, why don't you just leave me alone?"

"... it's easy for you to say."

For some reason, I wondered about Mr. Miltil, who looked bitter.

"Is it also something that makes you sick?

Then Mr. Miltil's gaze swam all the way through the sky.

"I can't possibly take a disciple if my son loves me."

I was finally convinced of the word.

Speaking of which, I've heard stories a long time ago about having a son who went into voice disturbance.

Probably cares that you'll make the same mistake you did then.

"Mr. Miltil."

I gently shook the hand of a friend my parents were my age.

"I am grateful to Mr. Miltil. To Mr. Miltil for accepting me with troubles."

"What are you talking about? I was the one who helped you, wasn't I? If you hadn't come, you would have been killed by a fallen tree."

No, it's not.

I shook my head sideways as I sifted.

"I ran away from Wang Du and I, I really didn't know what to do. Using a technique that consumes a lot of magic like healing, if this man lives instead, even if he dries up and dies from excessive use of magic."

That's the first time I've ever spoken of my mood.

I've been wondering if I could have stayed locked up in your mansion.

After all, I won't be needed from anyone.

"I was really happy when Mr. Miltil told me I could stay here after the wound had healed. I'm really glad someone's helpful, because Mr. Miltil taught me."

At the residence, he was taken care of to treat it to swelling.

I was spending time alone with your master.

I've always wanted to talk to different people. But I have the trouble of "the guy," and I was afraid to take a step if they rejected me.

"Once again, I wanted to live in town because Mr. Miltil accepted me first."

I didn't mean to cry, but I felt a muscle, a tear pouring down my eyeballs.

"Mr. Miltil is someone who can accept others. Well, your son may have left, but why don't you take your apprentice?"

I think it was an unpretentious way of talking.

But you understood what I was trying to say, and Mr. Miltil stroked my head in the hands of the ungripped.

"Damn, you're a child who cries a lot before me."

"... because I'm sure Mr. Miltil is the one who makes you sweet."

Embarrassed, I wiped my tears.

"Right. Well, I'll try my best."

Concon

Suddenly, to the sound of the sounding knock, I rushed down my forehead as usual, weaving my worn robes.

The way it looked, you were invited to laugh, and Mr. Miltil said in a slightly bounced voice, "Who is it?" Ask the visitor.

"I was the one who sent the letter before. Sorry I'm late."

What I heard was the voice of a lowly man.

"The door's open. Come in."

Excuse me, it was a young man about the second half of the year who opened the door. I cut my red tea hair short and had some adorable black eyes.

I was wondering if my late husband wouldn't be jealous with two young men.

But it looks like Mr. Miltil was different.

Instead of Mr Miltil, who stares silently at the visitors, I advised them to put their luggage down and sit in their empty seats.

But the visitor was also staring at Mr. Miltil for some reason without stepping out the front door.

"Mother."

Huh?

"Long time no see. A little shrunk?

Huh?

"I'm not talking stupid. You just stretched it out."

"I just heard about your father from the people in town. - I'm sorry to be alone."

"... really, Holt, what the hell"

Uh, your son who left, huh?

Leaving me alone, I gently erased the signs and went to pick up the tea cooling in the creek.

To a touching reunion, the disturbance is dispersed.

- Later, during a hands-down to Mr. Holt, I heard that his husband, who was away from the guild - unlike Mr. Klaus, his son, who was continuing his training as a potter in another workshop in Wang Du, apparently cared about his parents for once.

You just can't throw out the training in the middle either, and you heard this one and came back to this Deventio with a strong hope that it was because it was local?

It was Mr. Miltil's mistake to exhaust his affection. Yes, but when the couple left Wang Capital, the father and son were arguing on a daunting sword screen, so I guess they had no choice but to misunderstand.

Either way, I'm sure it's a very good thing that the father can live with his parents and children again, while he's already dead.

Just a little bit, I envied Mr. Miltil and Mr. Holt for regaining family ties.

Yeah, just a little bit.

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I was in a hot room, frying pills.

Unfortunately, most of the luggage was to be transported from Mr. Miltil's mountain cabin to the store.

Well, I wondered if outsiders would break into places without parent-child water, and I couldn't go to the mountain hut for more peace of mind than all others could live in at all.

Honestly, it's hard.

The same goes for the heat, but I can't chat with my own throat or exercise witchcraft without worrying about my surroundings.

"Brother, why don't you get some rest? Because I made mint water."

What a 'Marie' to say, it's also kind of empty.

I moistened my throat with warm mint water as I settled my hips on the table in a way that followed my sister's recommendation.

Carl sent me a letter.

I remember the letter I left at the store and receive it from 'Marie'.

I've taken you to this town on behalf of your father, Viscount Bartove, a few times, but I still can't neglect the knighthood, and I haven't shown myself lately.

(Well, rather, I don't mind you forgetting about me)

Run your eyes on the letter with that in mind.

The letter was addressed to 'Nicole', who devoted herself to 'all over town'. Even if "that guy" recent developments are written in the form of the stupidity of a close friend, there is not one keyword in that sentence that evokes "Marizia".

I think it would be really brilliant if you pierced me this far.

Well, for some reason, there's an oral complaint about 'Marie' in there, but it's through there.

I'm sure Mr. Carl must be incurable. of the name "Female Lovers".

With that in mind, I regained consciousness to the content.

It says after my uncles who made a scene in town. The unfortunate uncles were supposedly to be retaliated against by the Viscount because they had been certified far from what Viscount Bartove considered the "merchant road".

The Viscount seems to be a rooted merchant, and of course the pursuit of his own interests, but he also thinks properly about the interests of the counterparty, and thinks it's important that we gain from each other on trust.

I don't know, I don't know, I'm not completely connected to the merchant.

Above all, I hate how you think only of your own interests and push others to the detriment for them. I mean, about those uncles.

Currently, there are numerous poisoned dough planted around those uncles, and they say the routes of 'Leg Loss', 'Left Transition' and 'Jail' are available by the dough they ate.

... What's that scary.

Once again I knew the fear of people living in the King's capital, or the fear of merchants, or the fear of humans.

Yeah, I'm happy with my current life running a sneak pharmacist on the border.

Well, I'd like to raise my witchcraft arm a little bit more, because in a way it's come to fruition in the form of 'Marie'.

But if I stop thinking, I'll end up as a magician. That's what your teacher taught you.

I took my disinfected knife with hot water and let it slip into my own arm.

At the tip of the bloody drip is a diamond necklace. Recently, thanks to the fact that I did not run parallel to the rind pot, nor did I promote the growth of the plant, I had much room for magic.

I think I'll even think about the efficiency of the sorcery team I'm using to move Marie. I've never moved beyond saving energy.