The summer sun just showed up on the eastern ridge under the blue skies that exit.
Exactly this time, the sun is still gentle.
A refreshing breeze blows through the central square of Wangdu. This place, where many people come and go, is also sparse in the early morning.
(I wonder what happened)
One woman crosses the square as she draws a long shadow west.
She is an explosive bottom sister wearing a straw hat in a blue sleeveless piece.
Little birds with cobblestones fly one after another at the signs of people approaching.
Proceeding without slowing her steps, she arrives at her destination east of the Royal Castle, the Royal School of Magic.
(This time, I want you to be successful)
Greet the guards and go to a dedicated lab.
Opening the window curtains and brightening the room, he rushes to a large glass device in the corner of the room.
Higher than a person's height, a shape reminiscent of a waterproof coffee appliance.
Explosion Dressed Bottom Sister opened a small wooden door at the bottom in tension.
(It's done!
A glass container the size of an eye drops accumulates liquid that emits a thin, white light.
(This color, it should be Elixir. I'm sure you do.)
Remove the container with a trembling hand and go to the appraisal table right next to it.
Exploding Dressed Bottom Responds to your sister's pouring magic, and a magic formation knitted in silver thread shines out.
The light enveloped a container in the centre of the magic formation, which disappeared after a while.
(Injury Treatment C-rank, Disease Treatment C-rank, Conditional Abnormality Recovery C-rank.... Success)
An explosive dressed bottom sister who covered her mouth with both hands from her nose and collapsed on the floor. Eyes to floor, large tears drop zero.
Fruit, supposedly Ambrosian, obtained from Tauro. I used it little by little and encouraged them to make elixirs.
(I won't waste a single piece)
I was prepared to work on that, but the failure continues. And there were only a few ingredients left.
Already, they were so hunted down that there was no later.
By the way, I've planted a few seeds, but so far I haven't budged.
(Yay, yay)
An explosion that keeps me crying. Bottom sister. I needed some time before I could calm down.
Eventually she recovers, sitting in front of her chair with a potion that emits white light.
And I started thinking about what was to come.
(I don't know what to say to the professor)
A thin man with a curved mouth. Its neurotic face comes to mind.
Experiments in the making of elixirs using Ambrosia as a material. I haven't told anyone anything about it.
Actually, she came right after she got the fruit, right in front of the professor's room.
(Wait a minute)
But thoughts gushed forth there, and they turned back on their heels.
(This is what I got on my own. So I'd like to see how much I can do alone)
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Ahead on your way, a personal lab you got in exchange for high royalties.
Immediately, we proceeded to make an elixir.
I didn't think so.
Repeated trial and error. Remember that and exhale.
If I had failed this time, I wouldn't have forgiven myself.
If this really is Ambrosia, something that will have a huge impact on the world's magic world.
"I want to test my powers"
Such an individual desire is not a good thing to squander. That's what the professors would say.
Those involved in magic, albeit students. I knew its value.
(I'm so glad I succeeded)
An elixir that could have been created, albeit in small amounts. The efforts of the Exploding Bottom Sister were rewarded.
(To some extent, I'll have to be honest with you)
I decide to settle my belly and wait for the professor to come to work.
Until then, the exploding bottom sister looked at Elixir happily as she tasted the brewed tea.
Royal School of Magic.
Many trees, planted to surround the white yarn building. The flying birds are rocking the twigs.
What you see across the twig is a large, longitudinal window.
There was a skinny middle-aged man's back, sitting in a chair.
"So, something. The whorehouse you work for. The fruit I got from him was Ambrosia."
The man with a big, curved mouth tilts his neck to the point where his mouth is horizontal and gives his mouth a frigid look.
In front of this man, a professor at the Royal School of Magic, stood an exploded bottomed sister.
"Use that, Triple C Potion. Elixir as you say, no, lower" Lesser "Elixir, he said he made it successfully."
Return the word of affirmation, Explosion Bottom Sister.
The professor drops his gaze from her eyes and looks at the glass bottle on her desk.
The liquid contained in a container about the size of an eye drops emitted a pale, white light.
After watching it often, I look up at my blast bottom sister with an insurance eye.
"Ambrosia is a fruit whose existence is noted only on the literature. It's even unclear if it really happened. You know that, don't you?
"Yes."
She nods nervously, exploding bottom sister.
An increasingly mouthbending professor.
His name is Termano.
He is the best and prestigious pharmacist in the kingdom and his strength can even manufacture C-rank injury treatment potions.
"How much time and effort I devote to creating the C-rank potion. You know that, too."
He exhaled loudly and continued his words.
"Still, you, this is the C-rank potion. Besides, you insist that you're a lower Lesser elixir, combined with injury treatment, disease treatment, and abnormal recovery, right?
Its eyes and tone clearly show the rough emotions inside.
In fact, one cheek was slightly tight.
Explosion Bottom Sister manages to nod back while being pressured by the condition.
"... good"
Between Termano's brows, a deep vertical crease arises.
(Rarely seen in recent years, I thought he was an excellent student)
Was it a buyout?
That's what I thought, shaking my head slightly to the left and right.
(No, if you're a young man, maybe it's the way to go once)
Termano in the middle of forty. He has spent most of his life in magic colleges and off-campus workshops, back and forth.
I think of the seniors, the sync, and the juniors who lined up their desks in the meantime.
One in several was a reminder that he had made the discovery of the century.
(Permanent Institution, Root Magic "Acacic Magic," plus Elixir. Those kinds of distracted people are easily fooled by assumptions)
And at a later date, you're going to be so ashamed that you can't go outside.
(She, too, must have been devoured by the man. I don't know how much it wound up, but I'm sorry.)
Termano stands in his chair and heads down the hallway as he flips his robe.
"Follow me. In my lab, hang on to the appraisal."
The reality is, I'm not compassionate.
It would ruthlessly poke the results so that the water would flow from high to low.
Awakening and guiding is also your own duty as a professor. Tell yourself so.
(Though I am saying that the appraisal was conducted in my own room)
Squeeze your shoulders.
Her horizons should be extremely narrow now. Not very much, but I couldn't trust him.
(People see what they want to believe)
Unexpectedly distorts the edge of your mouth to your own bitter experience.
I look back only half the time and see your exploding bottom sister on the side.
He looked important, holding a glass vial in his chest.
(Maybe for a few days, I won't show up at the academy)
Unexpectedly leaking, little sigh.
She is an excellent student. It's too wasteful to have broken my heart as it is.
I was just hoping that you would recover well.
Termano passes through the crossing in a refreshing manner, in front of a thick wooden door that is not decorative.
"Termano Laboratory"
Under the plaque posted, the door is pushed open without even knocking.
There were three students indoors. You were compiling experimental records the other day, fighting a bunch of paperwork.
"Good morning, Professor"
To them who stop and greet, wave to Eagle Deep and head back.
There was an expensive looking appraisal bench sitting there, giving a sense of history and precision.
"Come on, put it on"
The prompted exploded bottom sister carefully places a glass vial in the center of the magic formation.
In anticipation of her taking a step back, Termano poured magic with her hands on the platform.
(Well, what the hell did you make)
The magic formations embedded on the platform shine many times as they change color. Staring at it, Termano grips his own thin jaw.
By the time the luminescence subsided, the appraisal results were drawn in the air like neon signs.
"… Injury Treatment C-rank, Disease Treatment C-rank, Conditional Abnormality Recovery C-rank"
There is nothing emotional about the termano voice that reads out.
Looking back with a missing face of expression, he called out to his exploding bottom sister.
"Sorry, can I install the bottle with my own hands and appraise it again"
Don't wait for your sister to reply to the explosion bottom and face the appraisal bench.
Restore the bottle many times, check the equipment and then restart. The light of the magic formation illuminates Termano's face from the underside.
And the appraisal results displayed again.
It wasn't even like one letter earlier.
"Hey......"
Students around them get to know things and start blurring.
Termano turned a stern eye on them like that and ordered them.
"D, E, F, whatever the type. Bring me a commercial potion right away!
Students rushing to the cupboard and returning with potions.
When Termano took it in his hand to snap, he began to hang it on the appraisal bench one at a time.
"Disease Treatment D, Injury Treatment E, Condition Abnormal Recovery F"
The result is a beastly roar.
Merchant Alliance appraised label, stretched on potion bottle. The display was the same as it was, all the same.
"… on the appraisal bench, there are no defects"
Termano leaned back against his chair, covering his face with both hands.
After that, I don't utter any words.
Students to the exploding bottom sister. Those around him couldn't move either, and he kept standing there.
Approximately west of the Royal School of Magic, ahead over Central Square.
This super luxury whorehouse is built in the first class of the entertainment district. In Jaanne's private room, there was a woman.
(As it is now, I'm sure I'll lose)
A guest who is falling on his back on the bed and ascending in full condition. Exhale in a small breath looking very similar to its Santa Claus.
What comes to mind in a clear face is deep concern.
(If I get flown into space again, I might not be able to stay)
Teaching light patrol teacher who remembered the last battle. Hold back gently with one hand and tremble small.
Time has flown on a monthly basis since then, but memories are still vivid.
(We can't stay like this, we need to be stronger)
A match with a colleague played the other day. Watching the game from inside the closet, she gained a certain certainty.
(Slowly, but steadily growing)
There are no rapid stretches, like at the beginning of the encounter. But it's in that realm, and it keeps growing without a headache.
That was worth the surprise.
You're a hard-working man.
Tauro serves as a pilot for the Merchant Guild Knight.
On days when you don't have a job, you're almost certainly in a pleasure zone. Besides, it's from after noon till late at night.
They don't pay attention to the character of the store, but they have a wide range of ladders from advanced to lower stores. He was frequently witnessed taking meals and breaks near the store.
(That's Mr. Tauro)
With sincere respect, I leak my breath of admiration.
Physique, muscle strength, body flexibility, and weapons. I'm not better than people.
But he wouldn't be in the Wangdu Hanayawa kingdom, such as someone who doesn't know the name of Doctor Slime.
That is due, in part, to irresistible self-drilling. It was her favorite part.
(I can't let you down or anything. For once, we have to leave the King's Capital)
Travel all over the place, defeat the fierce and receive teachings from the superiors. I have always had a vision of wanting to embark on such a journey.
But she is the dominant force in Jaanne. You can say it's one of the stalls.
Because of my sense of responsibility for my work, I have never been able to stop.
But I can't say that anymore.
rematch with Tauro.
The concierge is urging me to set a date. They want it so badly.
It's an honor, but that's why I can't look unusual.
We'd better get going soon.
I can't travel longer than I don't mean to make you wait. If so, we just have to speed up the start.
He was a teaching light patrol teacher who cemented his resolve.
Around the same time, on the streets stretching south from Wang Du.
A beige knight walking south, shaking the ground quietly.
He carries only the wand Rifle, and instead of holding a shield, he doesn't even wear a sword.
Its characteristic appearance was Old Lady, a B-class knight of the Kingdom Merchant Guild.
(Fine, there's a crowd)
While gently shaken up and down in the cockpit, the point of view is shared with the knight.
A different golem carriage at a height below the knee. I think as I look down at it.
(Truth is, I want to run through on the hover)
But to activate wind magic in the legs, wind up a lot of sand and dust.
How to get around to everyone who goes down the street with a lot of trouble. Not very much, but I couldn't.
(Once, I got a complaint)
I have received letters from residents along the streets to the Merchant Alliance.
"The laundry I was drying is dirty and dirty. Will you give me a break? '
I can't argue with that at all.
A knight far bigger than a golem carriage, and if you don't run, you won't wind up so much dust. But hover travel is enough to keep even the sun afloat.
Since then, I have been trying to walk near the settlement.
(Is this a Warcraft Trend Survey?)
It's a request I've never received before. Ordered by: Merchant Guild.
Reminds me of a conversation in the Guild Chief's office.
"The southern village was attacked by a flock of goblins."
Grandpa Goblin gives me a sad look.
Because of my appearance, I find it strangely uncomfortable. But I won't say anything unnecessary.
"If you're moving a common herd, you can't help it. But if there's something behind it, it doesn't matter."
The grass-fed mechanic next door explains one thing to me that I don't understand right now.
"Goblins are sensitive to their surroundings. If anything, we'll get out of here first."
The goblin raided the village out of the woods.
It's possible they just targeted crops in the field or something, but it's better to do an investigation once. That's what they say.
(I see. Is goblin an indicator organism)
A way to pay attention to certain creatures when you want to know about changes in the environment.
When the river gets dirty, the fireflies disappear and the crabs increase. Maybe it feels close to it.
"There you are, Mr. Tauro. I want you to go to the back of the woods and see what's going on."
I put my arms together, frown root and tilt my neck.
"I don't mind going, but can you see for yourself?
Lack of knowledge in this world, I don't know what's unusual.
Anyway, if you're someone's escort, even if you go alone and look around, you'll have nothing to gain.
"I'll think about that."
The guild length reaches out and offers a bunch of paper as thick as a notebook.
I took it, I turned to pieces.
"Is this a checklist?
It's a quick story, a little old man smiling and nodding.
The bundle of paper handed over had a picture and name of the organism, and a map attached to it.
"If you see that painting creature, I want you to mark it on the map. We'll analyze it later."
A herbivore peering in from the side opens his mouth.
"This is all a typical warcraft that starts traveling early."
Where I usually live and where I am now.
With that difference and the type of warcraft, I say guess where and what's going on.
"Okay, I think I can do this. I'll be ready to leave in a minute."
And me and the herbivore went to the hangar.
(Is it time for a destination)
Bring your consciousness back to the present and observe your surroundings.
The streets are getting thinner, and the greenery on both sides is getting darker.
(The crowd is gone, but I'd rather walk like this)
It's nothing that surprised the metric organisms with a flashy move.
I stop from time to time and go to the checklist looking around.
(Whoa, it's a goblin)
A people-shaped population that travels far away.
(Position is here. Number, right, about thirty)
Mark the map while filling out the list.
I'll keep observing for a while, but nothing's coming up this way. He disappears into the trees so that he can escape.
(This time it's an investigation. I want to avoid shooting with a cane rifle if I can)
Everyone will run away. I can't take any decent data.
Unless the other one attacked me, I wasn't going to get my hands on this one.
One snorted, and I think I'm moving the old lady Old Lady forward.
(This kind of work, I hope it's fresh)
Most importantly, creatures I never knew before. I can remember that.
Besides, field work, I don't hate working outside.
(Ho, is this the big mole (Giant Mall)?)
Sure, it should have been an ingredient in my potion bag. I've never seen him alive before.
Further back, Old Lady steps in.
Find round hairballs that rely on the shade of the tree and match it with the illustration.
I don't know about this world, but a mole shouldn't suck at the surface of day.
(I wonder if there's anything in the ground that means it's out there)
It's an amateur idea, so it's just a thought.
Thus I continued my investigation until the sun set.
Early the next morning.
In the Guild Leader's Office of the Merchant Guild are the looks of Grandpa Goblin and Santa Claus. The old man's morning is early.
"Somehow, there's a tendency."
Put a bunch of documents in your hand on your desk. That is the finding Tauro brought back yesterday.
Snort, open mouth Santa Claus deputy guild length.
"The further south you go, the more warcraft you move north. But it's not that massive."
Continue the words as you finger over the map you spread on your desk.
"The movement of the Warcraft seems to have been absorbed by the size of the forest. to the north end, to the extent that one flock of goblins was extruded"
One point I pointed out was the raided southern village.
Seeing that, the guild leader nods about twice.
"Perhaps, then, it is further south that something happened. Luckily, no one lives there."
The forest is interrupted by a certain line, more to the south by the wilderness. It is a rough land with no water and no air but rock masses and debris.
"There's nothing like a beast overflowing from the woods. But I'm just a little concerned that there was a big mole (Giant Mall)."
The deputy guild leader who heard the name of the Great Mole (Giant Mall). Think of the rich, long white beard.
"Something happened in the basement. You can guess."
"I think so, too. But in the ground, we can't look into it."
To the words of the Alliance Commander, I give the floor.
Later, thinking often, Santa Claus opens his mouth.
"Continuous monitoring, is that what you mean?"
Conclude for now, it was the old men.