The Failure Alchemist of the Royal Capital ~My Job Is a Failure So, I’ll Manage My Store Carefreely.~

Next up is the Tower of the Wise, northwest of King's Landing. Take the hiking trail along the side road that leads to it and aim for ice holes that can be harvested by tree ice mines.

First of all, as we were aiming for the Tower of the Wise, we said that there was a small station town that was set up to take a break before climbing at the end of the road to the hiking trail, so our goal for the day was to arrive at that station town.

When I came here before, the colors of the mountains were also bright green, but the leaves fell and were already dead branches, and they were colored yellow and red. The wind that blows dries and cools your cheeks.

And the sky flows over the blue sky.

I miss you a bit.

When I murmured, Lilyn replied, "Winter is almost here."

Speaking of which, Ariel...

"Hmm? What?

"What happened to curing the two remaining diseases in the world tree?

I'm going to ask you about a project that I haven't heard from you for a while, but that you should be asking for.

The unexpected answer came back.

The Moon Elves have just been crushed, and there is no Elf (King) who can decide which of the twin sisters of his child should be queen, and whether or not to let humans in.

The Elves of the Stars are being roughed up by a nasty beast and struggling with their extermination, and would rather ask the Elves of the Yang for your reinforcements.

Anyway, "Now, this is not a bit of a dying world tree! That's what it means. '

... that. Didn't the world collapse when the world tree died?

"Well, the elves and the trees of the world have a long life. I'm so eager to die ~"

And according to the results conveyed by her mother, she herself was stunned and shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, if the elves who manage the world tree still think it's okay, is it okay?

I twist my neck and ask.

"Some people have a lifespan of more than a thousand years. Instead, it's going to be the job of the next generation of lovers."

... is that a joke or is it serious? I was stunned by the length of my mind, and I was disturbed to hear the answer.

The road is safe.

Ariel flew slightly above us on Tyrion, searching for enemies with the good eyes of an archer, and shooting at us with a bow to eliminate some of the beasts.

Those who just interact with us will not be wasted because of it. Instead, they will pass by with words of gratitude.

Eventually, before evening, I saw my destination town.

Show the young man at the entrance his ID card and ask him where he can put the horse, and Marc and Letia go to connect the horses.

Reef, Leon and Tyrion appeared puffy and small. Apparently, Tyrion could be small enough to stay on Ariel's head.

With a simple wooden inn reception, each of the five people will secure a private room.

... and I noticed a cough in the back of the inn reception.

"You have a cold?

I ask with a slightly louder voice to the person who coughs in the back.

Then the receptionist answered on behalf of the distressed person in the back.

"Hey, it's suddenly getting cold in this town right now. Even if I turn it around later on for people with mild illnesses, those with lungs and children and the elderly want to heal early, but the potion has run out. There aren't days till the merchants arrive."

You may think that a healthy person in the town should go to a big city to buy it, but if you can't ask an adventurer to escort you, it's dangerous to go on a long journey on the street. They have no choice but to wait for the merchant to bring the potion.

Face to face.

"How much is Daisy's rod potion holding?

Mark asks.

"Maybe this little town can afford a drink?

When I answered that, the innkeeper's uncle grabbed my arm.

"I'll manage to pay for it! Can you fix something in town?

After all, my uncle at the inn talked to the mayor of the town, and I went around the house in turn with people who were ill.

"Yes, open your mouth."

And while holding the rod and twisting her neck to a 10-year-old girl (me) who makes an incomprehensible request, the patients open their mouths when prompted by the accompanying mayor.

Then I float the potion blisters from the tip of the rod and throw them into my mouth.

"It's just a potion, so please drink it."

... twice as effective.

Patients swallow their throats very hard.

"... that's better than before."

Patients twist their necks uniformly.

That's how I led the mayor around town to heal the sick.

Potions are typically sold in thousands of lire, one large bronze coin. It seems that if the price of the pedestrian increases, the price of the hassle will increase. But I kept it a secret that my potion was five times more expensive. I don't want to do anything to get away from people in need.

This inn has three large rooms of bronze coins with morning and evening meals.

Calculating the potion fee as a thousand lire per person, I finally felt that the accommodation fee and the potion fee were tons, so I talked to the mayor because he would cover the cost of our stay today.

To the people of the city, the Virgin of my town! Thank you very much for saying that.

However, rather than being cured and satisfied, I knew for the first time that there were people who could not be treated easily, and I fell asleep that night while being warmed by the reef, feeling somewhat complicated by the ignorance of the blessed body raised in King's City.

... I wonder if I can do anything about this.