I Was Kicked out of the Hero’s Party Because I Wasn’t a True Companion so I Decided to Have a Slow Life at the Frontier

"Take me a gray starfish medicine!"

"I'm sorry, I have received orders from other clinics, so if I have 30 clothes,"

"Oh, so much stock, I was saved! I'm out of stock at other pharmacies."

A doctor at the Christopher Clinic, who sets a gate in a residential area on Congress Street, was delighted to buy medicine.

Two months after the onset of Johnson's poisoning, Zoltan began transporting patients to the hospital daily, and the gray starfish herbal medicine for first aid was sold like a fly.

"Lit, I ask for a reception in the afternoon. I'll do the medicine."

"I understand, but it's a terrible situation."

"Oh, this is poison past the drug."

Drugs are terrifying, but obstacles slowly erode. The purpose of narcotics is to obtain pleasures such as euphoria and liberation, which can lead to severe addiction and tattering of the body, but not to a large number of critically ill patients in a few months.

"Why use such a dangerous drug? Is it so dependent?"

I do not understand. It seems that the doctor is asking the patient, but he just repeats that he can become a new self and he has no point.

"Albert's fellow bandits also used that drug."

"What?"

Was the scourge during this time caused by drugs?

"Is that drug or something?"

"At first, Congress, which had decided to ban it at a later stage, seemed to have abandoned Mentors and begun a raid. The Dan in charge would probably be fired."

Oh, poor you. I'll take a stomach medicine.

"But if you don't know the properties yet, it's a new drug that you can't analyze even if you have the advanced compounding skills that I called from the background. It seems that there is a possibility of a wild elf drug."

There will be only a handful of continents with advanced compounding skills above the advanced level. I also know directly about the witch Emperor Winter Baba Yaga, a high elf who came to the silver town of Muzari in search of mythril silver. Baba Yaga is a legendary witch who has only two witnesses in history, the blessing, The Queen of Winter.

Production skills such as blending that do not directly affect the battle are of little value. It is a skill that only Baba Yaga who has acquired a lot of skill points beyond level 60 has.

"It's virtually impossible to find out with skills."

"Is there no way to analyze other than compounding skills?"

"No, it's difficult. If you know the material, you can still do it."

There are ways to examine the properties of a material and then follow it with knowledge.

However, it is not common and the documentation is overwhelmingly small. Nobody is going to use their knowledge to find out what they can do with their skills.

"I have to go get herbs again."

The adventurer's guild seems to be requesting the collection of gray starfish grass, but I'm the only one who goes to Chimera's breeding grounds, where there is plenty to get. If you have the ability to defeat Chimera, you will not look for a request to collect medicinal herbs when the purchase price has increased a little.

I'm not going to be an adventure, but I will do everything I can as a drugstore.

"Um, Albert, are you really doing it?"

"What are you saying so far?"

Albert returned a glance to the priest's tweet.

However, all fellow earth mages, warriors, and newly entered bandits all have the same uneasy look as female monks.

"Why we do this"

The warrior muttered small.

Albert resists shouting and urges him to keep up.

Albert's party was in a seaside cave south of Zoltan.

Here, a monster called a giant scrag, with a body of about 4 meters with a rough blue skin on a beasted face settled in.

Scrags are a type of giant troll, also called marine trolls.

Although it depends on the blessing's growth, most scrags are equivalent to level 9. Scrags aren't always the monsters that run wildly compared to cruel trawls.

"She looks like a monkey crushed, but that's why Scrag respects her tribe's children above all, so she doesn't even leave one starvation."

Explained by the Mage.

Scrags themselves also fish, but rely more on looting income. When scrags swim in the sea and form a settlement, they usually do nothing, but once the breeding season has passed and a child is born, they attack the surrounding settlements and collect food and supplies.

Repeat it every year to increase the number and build a scrag "kingdom".

"So get rid of it before the breeding season"

"But if it's scrags, would it be a C rank party job?"

Scrags have a regenerative ability so that their torn arms can quickly stick together, but they are vulnerable to fire. The first shot of a standard fireball that wizard-armed owners reach when they reach level 4 is that most scrags become inoperative and those who survive lose their ability to regenerate.

If you have a buddy who can use a fireball, you're not afraid as long as you have enough magic to cast the fireball.

Even without a fireball, there are magic that can be used from blessing level 1 such as a fire bolt that fires an arrow of fire or a burning hand that emits a small breath-like flame from the palm of your hand.

Fire spells are good at attacking, and can be powerful at lower levels than water and earth spells.

The fact that fire is a weak point is a factor that alone lowers the monster's CR.

"Adventurers who were lazy during the summer are full of handling requests that have been neglected. Scrags are less dangerous until the breeding season, and no one will accept them."

In addition, it is more fruitful to defeat Scrag after it has begun looting. Loot is an important source of income for adventurers.

"So we do it. We have the duty to use that power. The longer you hold your sword, the more you know it's guilty."

On the verge of Albert, his companions praised him, but with a clear contempt.

Do it alone!

Albert shook his head slightly.

Albert's blessing is "The Champion." The blessing level is 24. This blessing is for a hero who overcomes difficulties and achieves a feat. One of the top guards of the warrior system, the impulse is to show one's own power to the world and to be active in history.

Compared to his great ambitions, his friends have too little blessing. Yes, Albert was stunned. Albert himself couldn't take advantage of his mighty blessing, but he did flow to Zoltan.

"I'm almost there."

Albert drew his sword.

"Oh, that sword?"

The monk sees Albert's oddly shaped sword.

The blade seems to be thick and heavy. The collar is so small that it seems that your finger is easily cut.

What is more characteristic is that the cutting edge is round and does not have the function of "butting".

It was the sword used by the executioners.

"I broke my old sword, I thought it was hard to find such a magical sword, but I got a bargain from a hawker and it helped."

The rusted sword in some places contrasts with Albert's brand new shining armor.

"It's innocent, but the sharpness is exceptional. I named it" Vorpal Blade "."

Monks used the magic of detect magic to visualize their magic.

Immediately, I was overwhelmed by the overwhelming aura and sat down unexpectedly.

"Sorry, I should have explained it first. I don't know who made it, but this is a gem made with legendary weapon making skills. "It's about to be. Just looking at the magical aura will kill you at a half-life level."

"Well, what kind of peddler is that?"

While sitting, the monk asked questions.

Albert reaches out with a friendly smile to the monk.

"I was lucky."

That being said, the monk could say nothing more.

Albert's party had already dominated most of the scrag nest.

All that remains is the last room.

Since the cave had no door, Alberts stepped into the room.

"Ah……"

Looking at the sight, the monk involuntarily exclaimed.

There were three scrags. Looking at the sagging breasts, they are all female.

However, the figure of the scrag, which sits protected by two scrags, beat the monk.

The belly of the scrag was swollen greatly.

At the moment, the monk's feelings of excitement and even the impulse of blessing all blew away. Her ethics and, above all, her feminine part were sympathetic to the scrugged corners and the expression she was still trying to fight.

"no way……"

The monk moves back a step. I am paralyzed and have difficulty breathing.

But

"Is there a child already? It was the right answer by dealing early."

Albert said that without feeling. It cuts straight and easily cuts off two scrags trying to protect their siblings.

The last scrag gave a roar of battle for the dead and for the upcoming child. It was roaring enough to make my throat tear.

"Hmm"

Albert laughed with his nose at Scrag's mother, trying to fight until the end, raising his nails and cutting his thick sword.

The blow took two lives too easily and too casually.

The battle is over.

I noticed tears flowing from the monk's eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Albert cares for the monk in a gentle voice. His hand, which slaughtered Scrag's mother, was placed on his shoulder to comfort the monk.

"Why is this ..."

The monk couldn't think of it, and uttered what he thought. Did not stop.

"They just loved their children! They may have been the same as us, but much more precious than us!"

"No, that's just a monster."

"For example ... we might have built such a relationship that we feed them and instead they defeat the monsters around them!"

Albert laughed gently, which was the look of an adult telling an unreasonable child.

"We don't want that blessing."

Oh yeah ... this world is full of battles.