The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Yes, it drowned in the basement and activated the magic formation of temporary death.

"You survived."

The magic of temporary death was a mechanism by which the danger of death was solved when it passed.

Thanks to the Shizukuishi of life, my eyesight also recovered a lot.

From the entrance to the ceiling at the back of my foot, the light outside is pouring in.

The door was falling down there, so it seemed to break and open. It may have broken relatively recently because the wind storm did not appear to have blown in.

As I approached him to go outside, the wooden ladder was decaying. It must have loosened with the sound of a demonic runoff (stampede), scaffolding the loose stone formations on the walls and managing to crawl out.

"Er."

There was supposed to be a cabin. It was drinking in the woods.

"Let's give up a hundred steps and let's say the cabin has no trace. Stampede drank it."

Pull out a bunch of grass that grows at your feet.

"It's the herb I grew up in our herb garden...

Why, one side is alive and thriving - ooh!!!

Whatever you think, Mariella holds her head, like she left it for decades.

I thought something was wrong since I was resuscitated.

My body was stiffened by bees, and the ladder was decaying.

"The magic formations of provisional death were broken?

That can't be right. I checked before using it.

I must have seen every inch of it, though it was the light of Yura Yura and an unreliable lantern.

I remember that lantern flame as I had just seen it.

"Hmm? Lantern's...... fire?

Uh,,,,, and a pitiful scream, Mariella crouches in.

I usually forgot because it's lighting magic. If you light a fire in the Chamber, you'll run out of oxygen.

Even after Stampede left, he couldn't come back to sleep. All the way until the entrance door decays.

"How long have you been..."

Mariella's mourning echoed vainly into the woods.

10 minutes to be depressed.

Mariela was tearing away the bees and herbs.

"Dry, dry, kan-soo.

"Uh, too, it's super inconvenient because I don't have a bag. I want my hands free, tie them up and hang them on my hips.

Still, all the medicinal herbs that I did flourished.

Now all you can do is avoid demons and low-grade wound pills.

Alchemically dry the herbs collected while saying bumps, hang them on your hips.

The Aboriginal look is ready, quickly wrapped around dead grass in a lumbar minotaur shape.

Originally healing system......? is the plain face of

The lumbar minotaur adds to the daisies and she doesn't look like a very old daughter.

"Heh heh. If you wrap all this exorcism grass around it, no low-level demons will come by. Exorcism Skirto"

As you pretend and wiggle your hips, locate the herb and pull out a few more bunches, you will remove five empty vials from your hip pouch.

"Drying, Crushing, Shizukuishi of Life, Drug Effect Extraction, Residue Separation, Concentration, Drug Effect Fixing, Encapsulation"

Continuously executed alchemy allows for low-level potion in no time.

The same process also creates a demon shelter potion and makes it into a pouch. Hopefully this will get you to the city.

A potion is simply a magic medicine that has maximized its efficacy by the Shizuku of life.

For example, Culrique grass used for lower level potions has the effect of promoting sterilization, hemostasis, and restoration of lacerations even if it is crushed and applied to the affected area. If it has some wounds, it can be healed in a few days, but if it is taken, it has no effect.

By melting this medicine into the Shizukuishi of life, it immediately blocks the wound if the affected area is affected, and if taken, it becomes a magic medicine that not only heals the trauma but also restores health.

Similar immediate recovery is possible with recovery magic, but recovery magic improves the patient's own healing power, so the more large the wound is healed, the more recoil comes after recovery, and if the patient is less physically active, the effect is diminished for that matter.

In that regard, the potion uses the power of Shizuku of life, so there is no recoil. It also works with dying injuries.

However, Shizukuishi of life is inherently embodied in alchemy, which flows through the local veins, grows plants, empowers animals and eventually dissolves in the atmosphere and returns to the ground vein, so immobilizing it with "drug effect fixation" will no longer fall out in less than a year, becoming just herbal water.

What is even less user-friendly is that if you move away from the Shizuku of life sucked up veins, you will lose Shizuku of life while you look at it.

For many processes, healing with healing magic is less magic than making lower potions, and there is no cost of materials. The cost of treatment is also low.

The streets of the defensive city were also cheaper with the price of lower potions because many earned change from restorative magic.

Various advanced potions with special effects are expensive, but the buyer's job title is limited and dedicated to a specialist alchemist, and there are no gaps in the entry of untransmitted alchemists like Mariella.

Alchemy skills are not unusual in themselves. The defensive city alchemist had more than the number of bakeries.

Mariella, who can't fight, is just grateful to be able to earn professional support.

"Oh, Skipyra grass"

Important sources of income survived.

Skipyra grass is the raw material for contraceptives. With several herbs based on this, Mariella's special contraceptive potion is designed to prevent STDs and help prostitutes. When we were new to independence, we ate together because of this.

If you look closely, there were other rare herbs that survived.

"I think I can get back on my feet somehow.

First, we need to gather information in the city. If you buy a bottle of medicine and potion the herbs on your lower back, it will be about the cost of the inn today. I've been sleeping on cobblestones in the basement. I also want to wipe my body and, if possible, sleep in a soft cot.

"May the price of the potion not have fallen"

Mariella walked out for a defensive city.

The dried herbs were bracketed around the waist, in a lumbar minotaur.