I Shall Survive Using Potions!

A few days after that, incense was officially hired and a referral fee was paid by the workshop to the good offices.

Incense was fairly handy for cooking, and we tried to save effort by clutching, fluffing, and ingenuity by predicting well when everyone's work could be separated, by devising ways to make it easier to cope even when they came in bulk, by preparing something that could be made and set aside, by making rice balls that could be eaten while thinking in the lab, and by making simple foods, starting with sandwiches. And in the free time I could, I used my time meaningfully walking out of the city, going to the library. Library usage was as high as ever.

In addition, the stench of the room was improved dramatically thanks to the "special deodorant of caorum", which was explained as "made by mixing tea with fruit juice and various other things".

Thus, incense established a firm position in the workshop.

"That, Mr. Asil, what are you building?

Incense called out when she saw that the clerk's acyls rarely made items for funding, not research.

"Oh, it's Skittle. Add alcoholic liquor, water bottle for liquor, something like that. It's light and sturdy, and the taste doesn't shift to alcohol, so all you can do is sell it for a good price for nobility or something.

Well, the one made of silver and beautifully decorated is on a different level again. That's enough for everyday use. "

Oh, my God, unlike the other clerks, this achill was noble.

That said, he is the third son of the Viscount family. It is very unlikely that Ashir will inherit the house because he has a first-born son who picks it up and a second son who is a spare in case something happens to his first-born son. For this reason, the father of Ashir, the current lord, had freed me of the aristocracy of research lovers.

Never, never abandoned or abandoned. He left the future to Ashir's free will. Brotherhood, family friendliness seems to be good.

Containers, or...

I guess it's time to move a little.

"Heh... Oh, yeah, actually, someone I know builds glass containers. I make it out of hobbies, and I didn't sell it, but he wants to sell it... Could you let me put it on the merchandise shelf in the workshop for a second?

Commodity shelves are shelves that exhibit products to serve as a reference for orderers and to demonstrate the technical capabilities of the workshop. They are also sold with a price tag. Since this workshop is dominated by order making, there was plenty of space on the shelves.

"Uh-huh, maybe I'll be fine, but I need to get permission from Mr. Bardeaux for that."

"Yes, I understand. I'll ask for it."

And the permit went down briefly.

If it was a favor of a girl who worked well, had good food, and more importantly, lived there, most things would be heard in this workshop.

"Become..."

Looking at that glass container, five researchers below Bardeaux lost their words.

"How beautiful..."

"Design and creation techniques, of course, but the transparency, brilliance of this glass... What the hell, this"

The "container made by a friend in his hobby" brought in by incense was a surprise for the workshop people.

Its perfume bottle, made of shining crystal glass, consisted of an asymmetrical, sprinkled design body and a large lid section.

Its lid was in the shape of a winged goddess and had such a presence that it did not know which was the main body of the bottle. No, the lid would be the main thing for sure.

Crystal glass, with the addition of lead oxide and the like to glass raw materials, with transparency and radiance not comparable to ordinary glass.

It's an outrage to name crystalline crystals, crystals, on glass that's amorphous, but this feels like, well, just a trade name, let's go through. Anyway, it was a lot more expensive than glass, and it wasn't yet practical here.

Originally, crystal glass may not be very fine because cutting rather than extending makes use of its brilliance. But this was done in a very meticulous way. Instead of extending it, use all the cuts to the fine areas more often.

"Or Caorle... I wonder if I can see the person who built this..."

"Ah, the producer woman, the house is tough... Between helping with the family business, he's hiding from his parents and making it sneaky in one effort. Besides, I don't like men..."

"Or one hassle. This is between family business, one hassle…"

Oh, has the damage gone that way rather than not seeing you...

"Well, you can communicate the specifications and take the order production."

Oh, I'm back.

In the end, the display on the merchandise shelf was removed.

Because it was visible to make a scene, and even if they thought there was so much skill in the workshop, they would have trouble. For this reason, the container was to be brought in for sale in the aristocratic tste, that is, sold in direct solidarity with the aristocrats who were likely to buy it.

... and sold for three gold coins. I paid six small gold coins for the workshop as a commission. The cost of food for the workshop is about one month. Except for the cost of firewood used for cooking.

"The ability to deliver a drug that works as I thought it would, the drug comes out in the container as I thought it would at the time"

Yes, incense, without a potion sale or a knowledge cheat, made money.

My days of peace as a helper have passed.

Sometimes crystal glass containers for sale and enough money. I can go through the library as much as I want. The item box stores enough food, clothes, etc. in case of unforeseen circumstances, as well as other knives, firestones, blankets, etc. No, if nothing happens, I'm not planning on running away anymore.

I've already gained the knowledge of a normal national appearance, and all I have to do is get back and consolidate my position. I don't hate my life right now, but it's not like I'm gonna spend the rest of my life doing help all the time. I want to live more freely because I was reincarnated because I got cheats.

And because of that, I was taunted that I don't mind influencing the world, the only goddess in this world. It's not a bad idea to go into active defense with the help of self-defense from the security measures that lurk behind you. The potion could help someone for a little while.

Well, don't push it, wait for the opportunity for a while...

One day, as incense was cleaning the front door of the workshop, one stray child passed by. Rounded paper scraps that fell after that.

Incense picked up the scrap of paper and put it in his pocket.

Whoever is cleaning picks up the trash that has been thrown away.

Occasions where it seems very obvious and I think it would be strange for the beholder to see it.

Yes, it can't be that a drifter has expensive paper or that he can easily throw it away as garbage.

Incense spread the paper scraps out of his pocket in the kitchen and read the letters written there.

"Of the ghetto, mother with children. Serious and honest, he worked powdered himself to raise his daughter, but was assaulted and badly injured by noble worries'

An awkward letter, written by a child who could write just one letter among the stray children.

Incense, I have plans for tonight.

After cleaning up the workshop dinner, Incense, who cooked the evening meal and put it in the cupboard, gently left the workshop when she changed into moveable clothes. Everyone is passionate about work and research and no one will notice. Even if it is noticed, a child's night out is as small as a small novel.

A short walk saw one stray child forward. Incense that takes a good distance and follows it.

Soon, there was also the figure of several stray children behind the incense. Keep your distance and follow the incense as you guard around.

As he continued to walk and arrived in front of the miserable cabin in the ghetto, the frontal stray boy stopped and gestured somewhat like a signal before concealing himself.

(Here or...)

Soon the colour of his hair and eyes changed, his face hidden in a mask, and the incense wrapped his body in a cape entered the cabin.

"... who?

Suspicious of a mask who entered the house without permission..., yes, against someone more suspicious than any other, the young girl did what with utmost vigilance. You have to protect your injured and sleeping mother! Even in lieu of life!

"It's for you."

"... your use? Whose?"

The girl inquired without loosening her guard.

"Yeah, Ceres'"

"Ceres? Who?

"Oh, Celestine, you know what I mean?

There is no disrespecter in this world who gives a child the same name as a goddess.

Nor does anyone use the name of the goddess to work evil.

Because in this world, a goddess is not an imaginary thing, but a 'real God' who, until a few decades ago, sometimes showed up to save people and give them a divine mandate.

"I'd like to give your mother some medicine, okay?

"Ugh!

"It's over. Guide, thank you for your hard work."

Then I'll escort you to the workshop.

"Yeah, nice to meet you"

Protected by several stray children disguised as distant and irrelevant, incense made its way back to the workshop.