The third floor of the Clanhouse in "Beginning Footprints". In one of the paintings, there was a laboratory for Alchemists.
It's a huge lab that covers 70% of the third floor. It is probably the most golden room in the cranhouse, connected to several rooms, with state-of-the-art facilities and rare materials.
Originally, there was only one Alchemist in Footprint, Citrie Smart. Now I'm not alone because I joined the other one, but I use most of the one floor for alchemists who are few and don't see much as hunters because Citrie made a lot of money in pocket money when the building was built.
He's from a merchant, and he's just an amount to shut Eva up about the money.
The look on Citrine's face, smiling with Eva, is still burning strongly into my memory because of that gap.
The lab in Citrie, long gone in, was still in order. When you enter while unlocking the key, two large iron golems for security will greet you in an intimidating stand-up.
Speaking of 'alchemist' involves some suspicious atmosphere, but Citrie's lab is as clean as if her book was out there.
Floor polished to cling to white wallpaper.
An array of alchemist-like items, such as a glass shelf lined with intricate and strange utensils, lined with books in languages I don't even know a few words, all of which are tidy and don't give the impression of being suspicious.
Often misunderstood, "Alchemist" is more of a researcher than a magician (Magi), which is Citrie's valve.
While many of the demonic materials and medicinal herbs commonly handled by alchemists should have a unique odor, the air is clean and free of malodors. He was truly a Graduate.
Alchemy materials have many expensive items, starting with gems and precious metals. Citrie's lab is always locked, and the only one with a key is a member of The Mourning Ghost, starting with me, and another alchemist girl - Talia.
To the sound of the door opening, one of the two shadows that stood in front of the increasingly centrally placed table - the citrie in a plain grey robe turns this way.
He looked at me and came closer with a grin.
"Welcome, Mr. Klee"
"Were you busy?
"No. I was just making potions for sale... so I'm done with the planting, so I'm fine"
On the table was placed a large odd device similar to an hourglass. What's different from an hourglass is that it's something pasty, not sand, that's in the top, something weird in the center, something builds up at the bottom.
Probably a device for ingredient extraction, but I don't know what it is.
Citrie had taken the material of the demon defeated by the Mourning Ghost at a higher price than the market, converted it into more expensive potions, etc. and sold it to each chamber of commerce for wholesale and accumulated tremendous wealth.
Basically, the results obtained from the adventure are equally divided among the members, but that's why Citrie is the richest. Eva, who mediated some of her dealings with the Chamber of Commerce, said the amount seems to be unusual as the amount of money an individual earns.
"Talia, I'm sorry. The rest of the potion, pack it in a bottle and keep it in a crate."
"Yes."
Talia replied as she wiped the sweat off her forehead, pouring something like a light green powder from a giant glass container.
Seems unusual and very busy.
The creation of potions occupies a large area within Citrie's side business, but if you make too much it seems to be pricey, and this is the first time I've seen you use it to make it even to help.
Talia removes the glass container from the bottom of the instrument and takes it to a separate room.
Citrine explained to me that you had doubts from my expression. [M]
"The other day, everyone who charged me with Mr. Klee's magic talked to me - and I want you to accommodate the potion because I want to take my own trials when I have time,"
"Are you serious..."
It's not that kind of training or anything...
I was totally unconscious with the bubble blowing, but I can't believe you're trying to drink more yourself instead of traumatizing me, DM?
"Of course I'll take about the cost of the ingredients...... it's great. That's the form in which Mr. Klee's enthusiasm was conveyed. I was inspired, too."
"Yeah, yeah, right."
It looked more like a provocation than an inspiration, but I'm not willing to point it out to Citrie, who's sparkling my eyes.
Citrine continues in a more feverish tone to me, who nods appropriately.
"So I thought I'd just improve the potion a little bit. This is a rare opportunity for a hunter who smoked a lot of Mana Materials to become a subject himself. Until now, human experiments have been dominated by orphans in depressed districts. I hope it doesn't rot after all, but thanks for not being in very good health - they've all been recovered."
"Yeah, yeah, right?
"It would be groundbreaking if the means of rapid growth of magic were established by observing the course of everyone who cooperates. Lucia's too strong a spirit, so it wasn't helpful. If you can demonstrate with a less talented magician, the form of the magician's training will change. You can make a big loan! It would be an extra benefit to offer you all a cheap potion right now! What do you think of Mr. Klee?
"I think so."
So much for that, huh?
"I was also thinking about giving up the potion I'm using to Lucia right now as it is, but it's difficult... it's too costly, and it has an impact on her mental state -"
"I'm here to pay you back, I..."
"Huh?"
Citrine gives a decent look. I don't hate to see a citrie that sounds fun, but it would still be more constructive to explain it to Talia, the same alchemist, than to explain it to me.
What I'm returning is the money I had rebuilt at the tavern during this time.
Most of the food and drink were members other than me, but I decide to pay for them. I didn't follow the treasure house, but I got it minutes ago, so I should do that.
Eva pointed me out when I told her that I had forgotten my wallet and paid for it.
Citrine blinks and looks up at me. [M]
"No, that's fine. Now. I'll lend you one."
"I borrowed too much and I don't remember how much I borrowed..."
I take notes every time I borrow them, but I don't know the total amount because I haven't calculated them. Because I borrowed too much.
Treasures are very expensive, and I only run clans, so I don't earn anything else. Citrie will know, but he's never been prompted.
He said something about a ten-digit in a liquor store, but is it true... You mean a billion Gears, right?
Citrie puts her hand on her cheek and says with a lit grin.
"I owe you a lot too... I hope you return it sometime"
"I can't give it back until I give it back one by one."
"I just got a million or two back. It's water on the baking stone. I'll have it back with my body then."
"You're spoiled."
It shouldn't be strange to be kicked out of a party if it were supposed to be this treatment. I have a very narrow shoulder.
What kind of novel would Eva tell me if I found out the amount of this debt...... Citrine didn't even know what was inside me, dyed my cheeks and said with a cat's voice.
"I'll spoil you a lot. Instead, let me sweeten you up a lot when the time comes, okay?
Hmm? Is that a hippo? Is it still cheap after retiring?
I'm aware of my lack of merit, but I'm going to have about common sense. Answer with a frown.
"I'll give it back."
"... how?
"... borrowed from Lucia?
"That doesn't change what you owe..."
"Actually, when I retire, I'm going to do it in a sweet spot."
"Wow. That's a big deal! How many years are you going to take to return the second half of the tenth digit?
say as Citrie grinned. I'm sure you're not being sarcastic, but it just sounds sarcastic.
Was it the second half...... ready to get pissed off. Let's talk to Eva next time. I carved it so deeply into my heart. [M]
By the way, I'm not going to sell the treasure I collected. The encounter with treasure equipment is one-off. Some of the treasure items collected in a few years are rarely available.
I intend to donate everything as a shared asset of the party when I retire. Well, the Lukes won't use hundreds of items of treasure, but it's a guy called Atonement for at least leaving the party irresponsibly.
In the meantime, I'll return the last drink to Citrie. That amount - 360,000 geels. A family in general is just a lot of money to live in February if you stay discreet, but for hunters it's a lot of money. It is a painful expense for me.
Citrie received it honestly, without counting it. He served in the pockets of his bobbly robe and said as he realized.
"It was. If you can't pay it back... there are only three ways to zero your debt"
"... shall I ask for your information? 'Cause there's nothing to charade."
I'm still concerned about money. Citrie said as she dyed her cheeks.
"The first is... to make me your wife. If you become a spouse, your debts will disappear naturally because you will have a single asset. I'll do my best to like the sweet stuff too. Your sister will shut me up somehow. I won't let you touch one finger."
It's an interesting joke. No, not that I really hate it, but none as a means of paying off my debts.
"... what's the second?
"The second thing... is that Mr. Klee will be my son-in-law. I'll get you every debt. I know Mr. Klee very well. Cooking, laundry, I'll do all the chores, and I'll forgive the sweet spot as a road trip. Your sister will try my best to keep her quiet."
Citrie's joke sense seems no less than Eva's. I don't know, I don't know, what's the difference between that and the first?
I nodded most likely and asked, not expressing myself slightly.
"That's... that's a fascinating suggestion. And the third?
Citrie replied without getting her hair in.
"It's about snitching and hitting me in jail. But I'm lonely by myself at that time, so I'm glad your sister bumped me on the set."
Don't smile at me. We need to be careful not to borrow any more...
Hitting jail in the first place wouldn't be such a bad thing. I sighed once and decided to delude myself.
"That said, the thunderdragon (Thunder Dragon) Teriyaki you used to make was delicious."
"Oh... that's because the seasoning is special... maybe it's better made with chicken for Mr. Klee's taste. Dragons (dragons) really taste less than livestock grown for meat. I remember the recipe. Shall we bake it tonight?
Citrie got on board with the obvious conversation.
Well, how did you manage the gold......