I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"Um, healing potion, how about it? One blue potion silver coin for the healing of cuts, ranging from visceral damage to fractures, this is five silver coins for the yellow potion for anything you sit on!

The hunters trying to help him sell incense also laughed bitterly at the boulders. One silver coin will give you three to four glasses of ale. One more slice and you can buy enough meals and knobs. No matter how much you're willing to help, you can't send silver coins to medicines made by kids with weed-level herbs picked around there.

If it was cheaper, I could buy him a nutrient replacement with half a joke, but that was a few copper coins or up to one small silver coin at best.

There was no indication that the confident potion would sell at all, and the incense was on. How can you not sell it? From what I've seen, a few hunters are also injured. You're gonna have your buddies do some restorative magic later? Mmm, if you're at work, you'll have to rely on potions unless the party has a healing magic user, but if you're in the city, maybe other party healers can heal you cheaply. Sure, if you're all over the city, you don't have to worry too much about the amount of MP left, and that's probably why they can cure you for as much as a glass of alcohol...

Shit, the pricing was too high! No, but you should need a minute to take to work. I get a lot of problems even if it's too cheap. How do I...

A disappointed middle-aged hunter called out to the troubled incense.

"Hey, lady, why don't you rub your right leg for a second? Because I was pretty bad today, or something just started cramping and I got a tingle and cancer. If it cramps, it hurts. How about two of these sausages?

"That job, I got it. Ahhh!

Flying incense. I feel confident because I have been paying my father and mother for massages for a long time. The hunter's man is not very different from his father's age, so there is no repentance at all for incense. It's the same feeling I have for my father.

I don't know if it looked like it was really cramping or just trying to make an excuse to feed incense something, but I saw a middle-aged hunter narrowing his eyes to see if it felt really good with incense massaging his legs with joy, and the other hunters started to twitch something.

"Next, me! Rub my shoulder. I'll do two bird skewers."

"This one's a bump push on the back, a quarter-steak of boreal meat!

"You're gonna get your throat clogged with all the food! I'll have a jock of grape juice! What do you say, a lot more valuable than the leftovers from the dishes!

"Damn, then this one's a fruit! I like you. I'll make you beg! Oh, but no peaches, they're too expensive for boulders!

"Heck, heck! I know it's the hunter's heart to put up with him and feed him peaches!

"Ugh..."

He glanced at the food and beverage corner, which suddenly became somewhat noisy, and the tight receptionist raised his eyebrows lightly. My mouth doesn't even look a little suspended.

The hunters agreed with the incense voice that they were not going to eat any more than that. So the rest is not food, but copper coins if you can.

When incense was full and rewards turned into copper coins for a while, suddenly the Alliance door was roughly pushed open.

"Somebody, show me to the doctor, he's seriously wounded! Ask me to open the treatment center right away!

I screamed out loud when a female hunter about mid or late twenty jumped in.

A little late for that, a well-fitted middle-aged man carrying a bloody man around thirty years of age and a bowman around twenty years of age with a gear-like sword and protective gear for the injured man carried on continued to come in.

"Greybear hit me! Hurry up, please!!

The man carrying the injured screamed.

In an emergency, the tight receptionist also rushed out of the counter with a serious look on the boulder. And a ruthless pronouncement is made against those four.

"Unfortunately, doctors won't be back for a while as they patrol the surrounding villages right now. The pharmacist is also out of the neighboring town and it is unclear if it will be tomorrow or later to return. The hunters must have the least amount of first-aid, so we can only help you with your herbs…"

The face of a party with a look of despair in its words. Whoever saw it, it was obvious that it was not such an injury that the amateur could manage to do so to the extent that he had grown hair. Put the injured man to sleep on a table with a blanket on it, just stood up stunned.

"Bull, what are you doing! We need to heal quickly. We need to magic! There are only so many hunters, so there will be one or two people who can use healing magic! Plus, please provide me with the advanced potion you have, because my life is at stake! You can pay later! How many times are you standing, hey, hey!!

To incense that suddenly started yelling, people just keep standing as pokans without understanding what they're saying.

"Yeah, get out of the way! I will!!

Pushing someone out of the way, Incense stands in front of the table where he put the injured to sleep. The protective gear had already been removed, so he pulls the knife out of the waist of the middle-aged man at the party standing beside him on his own to cut off the garment in the injured area. Blood continued to flow from the dewy wound.

"Oh, hey..."

Ignore the confused man's voice. I don't have time for that right now.

"Somebody, bring me the strongest liquor here, every bottle! Hurry!"

A number of people rushed to the food and beverage counter with the voice, "Oh, oh," and immediately brought me a bottle of wine. When the incense received it, he removed the stopper with his mouth and struck the wound thoroughly.

Ugh, and a previously unconscious injured man screamed and glanced. That hurts. But it's better than dying!

None of the men around you can move. I can't even speak. I just open my eyes.

Incense took one potion out of his pocket. The color is yellow. And stuck it out to the female hunter.

"Let me drink. There's only one yellow, don't spill it!

Whether she perceived something in the expression of impatient incense or wanted something to snort at because of anything, the woman received a yellow potion when she nodded silently. And as he moved the injured man's head and straightened his throat, he included the potion in his mouth.

When I grab my jaw and let the injured man's mouth open, I pour the potion in with a mouth transfer.

Mm-hmm...

Repeat that twice or three times, all the yellow potions were poured into the injured person's throat.

In parallel, incense poured the blue potion directly into the wound. Earlier liquor certainly means disinfection, but there is a lot of significance in spreading dirt and blood from the wound to ensure that the potion is applied directly to the wound itself and to the body.

Additionally, pour a blue potion on the wound and a second bottle.

The effect appeared to be dramatic. Drinking a yellow potion, he poured two blue potions into his wound. He felt blood on the pale face of a man who still seemed to see the light of life running out, covered and blocked by the uplifting granulation as the wound saw. Blood and so on have stopped and breathing has been restored to stability.

The injury itself was somewhat manageable in the yellow potion rather than in red, because it was a dying condition associated with the passage of time due to bleeding, damage to the gut, etc., rather than a single blow. Furthermore, the blue potion applied directly to the wound also worked. I don't go to boulders to be fully healed, and I don't return the blood I lost...

And everyone who saw it understood. Oh, you saved me, didn't you?

The female hunter is now stuck with the dead minister's disappearing injured man, and the middle-aged man remains stunned. The young man with the injured man's gear was entering the floor.

The injured man was distracted and unaware, but the middle-aged man also suffered a fairly deep injury to his left arm. Blood is still spilling out. I wondered if he carried one adult with this arm, and incense marveled at the strength and spiritual strength of his body.

But I'm bleeding a little too much. Besides, the depth of this wound may take a considerable amount of time to fully heal, or it may not completely heal and leave a sequelae. To so many men. That's a little, no, pretty much nothing. The sinister middle age is the treasure of mankind. Incense silently offered the man the last bottle of the blue potion.

"Oh, you! Such a precious mon, can you use it with this degree of injury!

"Shut up. Shut up and drink!

"... ooh"

In his poor eyesight, he was genuinely admired by the acclaimed incense, and the man honestly received the potion and drank it up. And a deep wound to the shoulder that blocks and heals at the next moment.

Someone groaned a potpourri in the hall of the guild, which was surrounded by silence.

"It's a miracle..."

At the next moment, Hall exploded with cheer.

"" "" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!

"Lady, lady, lady!!!

"I rubbed my leg! Oh my God..."

"No, Sole, you didn't have a problem because you helped the lady who was hungry!

"Idiot, idiot, why didn't I buy that pill with one silver coin? Ah!

A jock that can be crushed with a toast of strength, a screaming drunk, a incense that gets messed up.

It's already an annoying cry, a hell of a picture. Even if there is an angel there.

And the angel, he didn't notice very well.