A place where we gathered the elves working in the refinery.
What was there was a mass of hundreds of gray people-shaped people. It would be the ore dust (fungin) and the ashes of fire used to refine it. They were all thinly dirty and like stone statues.
The golden hair that characterizes mountain elves is also dyed gray like an old man. They're all badly done, their eyes only appear white in the gray all over their bodies, and they look at this one like they're afraid. It was a frightening sight to be honest.
I'll try to identify him somehow, but now I don't know how old he is. I don't think you realize it even if you know someone.
When I got anxious and looked at Lynne, she had a spicy look but was desperately moving her eyes. And then I shake my neck sideways in about 10 minutes. Apparently Lynne can tell.
Since no one seems to have a purpose, tell the director to show the next people. When the people at the refinery were ready, they were driven back to work with sticks. I gave them a day's worth of sales, but they don't mean they're off.
It looks like the people who work at the mining site next are grouped into groups of about 100 people each coming together.
This one's similar or stopping by, and they're all gray with ore dust. Instead of bathing, I guess they haven't even let me take a bath. Lots of people are skinny and coughing up gorgeous. It would be a common lung disease in mines.
Lynne follows the herd of elves, all like stone statues, with her eyes in turn. I asked the director how many are there, and he said there are about 4000 of them all. That's a lot......
There was something mentally quite that would keep me looking at a bunch of gray people who were fading and not lively and many coughed painfully, but Lynne, who would be harder than me for being one of them, hit the task silently and silently.
That time lasts too long for an hour, but I still can't find the person I want.
Is he still dead? When that sense of despair began to grow stronger, Lynne accidentally said, "Ah! 'He raised his voice.
"It's that guy!
I'll get an immediate I.D. on the person Lynne points to.
Lucrea Elf, 221 years old Skill: Pharmacy Lv8 Medical Lv6 Condition: Disease (Strong) Fasting (Strong) Fatigue (Strong) Status: Slave
Oh... there he is... there he really is...
Tears overflow unexpectedly. While Mr. Rhina was taking him, he paid the director 2 million astr to buy up the pharmacist.
The pharmacist was as dirty in dust as any other slave, and I had no idea if it was the equivalent of a human 19-year-old when I saw his crushed face. Now I know. I think Lynne is awesome.
On the left side of the pharmacist's long ear, near the tip, a hole was drilled and tagged through. It said, "Mine 163," which indicates the 163 work squad affiliation of the mine. They say they make up a single work squad in groups of 10, and the amount of work is determined for each squad.
They say the tag the miners removed and recovered can be put on another new elf.
Regardless, when the tag is removed and the miner gives me the collar screw that he ran and took, the pharmacist's ownership officially moves to me. The pharmacist opened his eyes to surprise when he saw Lynne, and Lynne was crying too, but the touching reunion had him wait a little while, and now he hurries back to the carriage.
The pharmacist was quite weak, so Rhina held him and ran to the carriage, asking him to keep his reins and head to the Wang Capital.
When I finally took a breath where the carriage ran out and had at least just my face wiped with a wet cloth, it was my sister with sharp eyes, as Lynne said, who showed up.
"Mr. Lucrea... good, you're alive..."
Lynne is hugging the pharmacist and crying. The pharmacist was still in tears and hugging Lynne while still leaving confusion......
"Um..."
Wait a while, and then when I try to talk, the pharmacist turns his sharp eyes to this one. That was not the original eye-catching or anything, but a strong disgust...... no, it was what the light of hatred dwelt on.
I'm about to be pressured for a moment, but I can't stay because my sister's life is at stake. I cut out the story in the wagon walking toward Wang Du.
"... Actually, now my sister has ten days of fever... and in your names she suffers from three days of fever. It's the fifth day, and my life is in danger as it is. Please make medicine for my sister, because I will prepare anything you need!
Keep your head down and ask...... but the pharmacist's response was cold.
"No. Why should I make drugs for people?"
"Mr. Luclea!
"Lynne shut up. I don't know how this guy got his hands on me, but I'm sorry I have to live with this anymore."
Even to Lynne, who was so close until just now, a cold, spit-and-drop word.
"Oh no. Indeed, Mr. Lucrea hasn't really liked people for a long time, but he's not the kind of person who would let the suffering sick die..."
"That would be me before. In a place like that... After 19 years in a place like that, I knew there was such a place in this world... how could it be the same as before!
The pharmacist coughed up violently with the go-between after telling him to scream. Apparently, this was pretty bad in the mine. Filled with mistrust and hatred for humans.
Lynne also seems to be in shock as the pharmacist has changed, but I still have to manage to convince her to make the medicine. In some cases, even with ruthless means...
I decide to be that ready in my chest, but I also know Lynne, so I want to talk to her as peacefully as possible. Fortunately, the time is nearly a full day until the arrival of Wang Du.
I'll start by listening to you...
25 February 419 Continental Calendar
0.001% progress in the reunification of the continent at the moment (based in the village of Lynne's hometown - 3 villagers)
Asset holdings 62.62 million 8400 Ast (- 2 million)
Distributed Lynne (Elf's Archer) Rhina (Adventurer) Lena (Elf's Textiler) Ceres (Elf's Woodworker) Listella (Hired Store Manager)
* The next story is going to be a depressing story about the elves being abused. If you don't like it, skip reading. If you understand that this is the story of a pharmacist who has lost his mind because of a terrible environment and treatment, agreeing to make drugs out of Lynne's persuasion, there is no problem with the story's progression.