The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

I don't know why the junior potion and the demon removal potion cost more than 200 times the price, but I can tell you that it saved me a lot of time searching for a place to sell because I was going to sell the potion.

In the end, Mariella talked about selling nine potions for one gold coin, as Captain Dick put it. When I took three demon shelter potions from the porch and five junior potions and gave them to them, they were strictly confined to a special box depicting a magic formation for long-term storage.

(That's the one who keeps the advanced potion, right? Demonic props that have not lost the Shizukuishi of life for years and continue to work.

Me, I'm an alchemist, but you don't have it. It's expensive, and I use demon stones for preservation.)

When the potion leaves the area where it was made, precisely the range of the ground vein that sucked up the Shizuku of life, it quickly slips through the Shizuku of life and becomes just a potion of medicine. It is not a strange thing in itself that the Black Iron Transport Corps, which would be moving through more than one area, is in possession of the storage box because leaving the range of the ground vein would reduce the deterioration of the potion. However, given the cost of the demon stone needed for storage, it is not the right thing to put in the lower level potion that should be inexpensive. But if it's one big silver coin, it's a different story.

The price was paid for by someone who had a hard time talking to Captain Dick during the price negotiations.

A tough Captain Dick is a skinny, graceful man. He has loose, wavy blonde hair tied behind him with emerald-like green eyes. Behavior is somewhere and looks like nobility. They say Deputy Marlow. By the way, you're Mr. Links.

That being said, I didn't name it. When I greet you again,

"Are you Mariella? Do you plan to let go of the other potions at the location?

And he asked. Of course my eyes aren't laughing. If you want to sell it, sell it to us. I don't like to communicate like an exploration of my stomach.

"If you don't have something in it, please do it again.

and blur it. Mariella thought that if she couldn't read the situation and didn't want to do it.

The Black Iron Transport Squad was to give us a ride to the labyrinth city.

I was advised to go to the stand, but I was afraid of being in an iron box with very few windows, and after the stampede, I wanted to see how things were changing outside. "Because it's just a short way to the city," he asked me to sit on a tarap for lifting on the back of an armored carriage.

By the way, the dried herb (Cosimino) has been removed and hung from the iron carriage.

"Njiya, me too.

Lynx sits next to him. It's a spacious talap, but when the two of us sit down, it's a goose.

(Perhaps a siege net has been formed.)

I didn't feel uncomfortable with Lynx, who was shrinking the distance in a natural way.

An iron carriage continues down the street. The speed is not very high, but it varies considerably from one person to another. Mariella has never been in a carriage before, but her buttocks are going to hurt after a long ride, I thought. If you run slow and this wobble, what will happen if you give it speed? My eyes are going to turn and roll off the talap.

When I tell Lynx about that, if the city gets this close, I won't run into many demons, and the day is still high. I was told that I would be fine because I would go slowly like this. Forrest Wolf won't be the first to come across it around here either, he said, chasing it from further afield. I can't even take him to the city, he said it's a good thing to get rid of him around here.

"Better yet, where does Mariella live?

"I lived in the woods, but I couldn't live for a while..."

He looks around as he flirts with Lynx, who talks about exploring his body.

It should be time for a defensive city.

As the defensive city approaches, Lynx speaks out to Mariella, who looks softly restless.

"'Cause it's okay. It's only daylight, and he said he won't let zombies and Reis out.

Well, no matter how many times I go through it, it's not a pleasant place.

The carriage entered what was a defensive city.

I thought you didn't. Because he said 'Labyrinth City'.

But Mariella felt that Stampede was just like what happened yesterday.

The towering buildings of the defensive city are also

There's also the smell of shops overflowing with goods and fascinating dewstores.

The hustle and bustle of powerful adventurers

I can remember it as possible.

Yet,

The building, which was like an anthill repeatedly remodeled so as to lean over, had no trace.

Even the big stores that handled all kinds of items left only a small pile of stone behind.

The irresistible smell from the outdoor store, which even enjoyed exotic food and sweetness, turned into the smell of the trees,

I couldn't even hear the hustle and bustle of people.

"The city disappeared overnight because it was more prosperous than the Empire," he said.

Is that okay? Your face, it's bright blue, right?

I didn't like people, but there were people who were kind to me.

"I wonder if there were any survivors... people who ran away..."

I felt like I was doing something unnatural, but Mariella couldn't help but listen.

"Ah? Well, you're going to the labyrinth city, aren't you? Surviving or descendants.

Good. Some of them survived.

Mariella's breath of relief was swallowed up before she threw up though.

"Ma, it was 200 years ago. You're like a fairy tale.

200 years.

Have you been asleep for so long?

Stunning at an impenetrable time.

Lynx kept talking, but he didn't come into Mariella's ear.

"Hey, Mariela!

Mariella, stunned by the seemingly changed defensive city and the fact that she had been asleep for 200 years, was grabbed by Lynx and gradually returned to her sanity.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I think I'm tired.

"I was walking alone in the Devil's Forest. Well, you're tired.

But look, we're here. Labyrinth city.

Soon the armored carriage had stopped. Looks like Lieutenant Marlow is making a request to open the door.

When I got down from the talap and looked around, I saw a familiar outer wall.

Called the Labyrinth City, it was once the Kingdom of Endalgia.

The familiar outer wall is the white wall that once surrounded the capital of Endalgia.

Must have been torn with stampede.

The outer wall, which had been kept interesting, had been repaired after it had collapsed greatly, and Daisies' wax, which sucked the magic that leaked into the atmosphere and hid its existence from the demons, covered one side.

The forest around the outer walls is widely cut and cultivated, planted on one side with Bromomintera, a monster avoiding medicinal herb.

Both were also planted in Mariella's cabin living in the Devil's Forest, a plant needed for people to live in the demonic realm. However, Daisies' twisting around and sticking to the wall seemed like a blood vessel that eroded the white wall, and the red-purple bromomintera covering one side was somewhere scary and did not look good on the beautiful Endalgia white wall.

200 years of time turned the glory of the Kingdom of Endalgia into a fairy tale.

The gates of the exterior walls of Endalgia, which had been opened except for the incident, were now tightly closed and it seemed that the guards were packing enough on their own to allow one person to pass through. Captain Dick and the guard seemed to know each other, and after an exchange of greetings and some time, Daimon made a heavy noise and opened it. With Mariella on board, the armored carriage knocks around the main gate and enters the labyrinth city.

There was also an unusual sight in Daimon.

Unlike the defensive city, which was a city of displaced people, the capital of Endalgia was full of solid buildings made of stone, so the buildings remained undamaged rather than the defensive city, which had moreover been transformed into a forest.

Still, more than half of the shrewd mansions have collapsed, and the remaining buildings have been restored with dark colored stones and wood for functionality. The decorated Endalgia construction and the repair areas just lined with stones and trees are so distorted that they make you feel restless, like muddy painted works of art.

The boulevard, which was covered with cobblestones with eyes and flowers blooming on its sides, was either used for restoration or the cobblestones were stripped everywhere and the soil was exposed, and the slightly remaining cobblestones were finely cracked. Instead of flowers from all seasons, a tent of dewstores was set up to snap into the potpourri and the building.

The people who go out with each other are all the frivolous adventurers and guards who seem to be intermediate and above, and in the narrow alley, some injured servant husband crouches in.

Mariella was not as upset as she was when she was a defensive city, although she would have wept if she had seen the downfall of a beautiful city that was so glorious.

This is the capital for the people of King Endalgia, because there was no place for the displaced people living in Mariella or in the defensive cities.

The open gates were meant to show off the prosperity of the capital and did not welcome Mariella and the others. Mariella entered the main gate only once, visiting a ritual where her master took her to become an alchemist.

The transformation in the daimon seemed somewhere else HR to Mariela, and she was able to regain her calm.

"Nah, Mariela. You haven't made up your mind about today's inn, have you? Come to our lodging.

It's not very safe around here or anything. Labyrinth cities are also ironic.

I have to unload the load first, but it won't take much time, and I'll come with you.

They won't let me go when they get to the city.

Ever since we met, it has been found out that it is the potion aim. It's so easy to understand, I'm so worried that we can do business properly.

(But I think he's really worried about me...)

He paid for the potion, and he stayed with me for about half an hour in an unseen forest, but he hasn't threatened me or taken me into custody. As much as I can still trust you, I don't know you, but it might be safer than being thrown out without knowing the right or left.

"Thank you. That'll help.

To be honest with you, Lynx laughed nicely.