"Ka-sai!!! Hakushi!
"Oh……………?
Sieg, who looked seriously at Mariella's training, was suddenly waved and bewildered, but hit me with his pussy and hands.
I'm tired. I'm so tired I can't think of just one bottle.
If it was normal, the alternative medicine would be a lot better than usual because it uses the product and the ingredients are handled.
Let's make sure it works quickly.
"Ha. Sieg, put your right arm out.
"Ha, yes.
Sieg palms up and puts out his right arm in a way he doesn't quite understand.
"Reverse, reverse.
Mariella grabbed Sieg's arm, wriggled and turned her hand, pointing up at the marks of the black wolf's bite and pounding the potion she had just been able to do.
"Yeah. Success.
The scar, which was bitten by a black wolf and remained submerged, thrived while he looked with a thin glow, and quickly even the scar disappeared.
"Try gooper? Does it work? Oh, it works.
At this morning's stage, his right arm, which was powerless and only moving slowly, was moving smoothly.
"Ah……, Ugo……, moving………."
"Yeah, yeah. Then stand on your knees, turn around, pants up, and let your left leg swell."
I blame Sieg for trying to put the emotion into words and make him get the wound on his fate's left leg.
This is a wound that was burned for hemostatic purposes after the black wolf devoured it. I have minimal healing with healing magic, but my skin is just tense. Bacteria were getting worse on the way to the labyrinth city.
The inflammation healed yesterday in the potion, but the internal tissue still seems to be in a terrible state.
Put plenty on this one. Eggy meat regenerates. I can see the muscle tissue regenerating and exuberant under the thin skin.
"Huh..."
Sieg moves his left toe flashing. It also contains an analgesic ingredient, so there should be no pain.
A voice must have leaked to the discomfort of tissue regeneration abruptly.
In no time, the burn marks will disappear.
Freshly made boulders. It works great.
Even after healing my legs, I still have about 1/3 of the advanced potion left.
"Yes, Sieg, drink this. Sa, a long time. Take it easy.
Push a potion container on Siege looking back to see how her legs were doing.
Sieg had scars all over his body, although he noticed it during his haircut this morning. It could be a mark of being whipped.
Sieg, as he was told, shuddered his body as he drank the advanced potion.
The damage left in the body must have healed once and for all because it glowed all over the body.
Sieg looked at his freely moving right hand and, looking at his left foot, which should have been crooked, quietly stepped down from the bed and rose.
Keep stepping out your left foot. One step, one step. Walk uncomfortably.
Raise your hands and stretch, jumping gently. Turn your arms and twist your hips. Move to make sure your body is in good shape. He also had a well-stretched spine that tended to make him look tall and rejuvenated.
"Move, move. My legs, my arms……. I didn't even turn my shoulder, but my back doesn't hurt either. I can't even draw my stomach..."
(How many injuries were you all over, Mr. Sieg......
Well, isn't it too advanced potion effective? Labyrinth material wow)
With a crying look on her face, Mariela is glad to be an alchemist, seeing Sieg happy.
From injury, seeing the faces of those who recover from the disease is above all a reward.
After checking his body condition, Zeke looked back at Mariella with a curly look and sat one foot about the floor.
Dusty again!? and stood for a moment, but now he stands on one leg.
It's like a knight offering his vows.
"Dear Mariella, thank you. I never dreamed there would be a day like this when I could return to a body that moves so freely... Really, I can't put this feeling, the gratitude, into words well enough... Ever since yesterday, I've been saving you... and I... will do anything. Anything for you, Mariella..."
Sieg spells out the words in an extremely impressive way. The pale eyes, which have only one, are moisturized, and the gratitude is conveyed to the words spoken intermittently, as floated by the fever.
(Really, beautiful eyes......)
"Eyes, I'm sorry I couldn't cure you. Be patient until you can make a special potion."
"That's..., enough. I thought I was gonna die, but this way, it doesn't hurt anywhere anymore.
Really, I'll do anything... "
Sieg's tension came up in a strange direction.
"Hey, Sieg, I need a favor.
(I won't do anything, it's not easy to say.
"Huh! Yes!
"Over there, glassware, wash it.
I left the cleanup to Sieg and took a nap until dinner.
While Mariella was taking a nap, Sieg washed and dried the glassware, and the herbs that were scattered were tidy on the desk, and the contents of the crap box were also cleanly dusted and arranged on the floor for easy viewing.
Mariella from her nap said,
"That's garbage."
"Yes."
"Bring it tomorrow and stay in the bag.
"Yes."
"I can use that, but put it back in the bag and leave it in the corner of the room.
"Yes."
While sleeping in bed, I used Zeke with my chin.
(Oh, easy dick. Master, this is what you looked like.
It would be great if we could have dinner while we slept like this. Thinking, for example, Mariella and the others' room door was knocked.
"Yes."
"It's Marlow. I have all the contract documents, can you come to my room?
A job came before dinner.
Sieg and I walked into Deputy Marlow's room, and Captain Dick was waiting. Look at Sieg, he looks surprised. Yesterday Zeke looked worse than a dying goblin. I know how surprised I am because I am too skinny now but I don't think I am the same person in front of a man. Even Mariela is surprised. But can the transport captain put it on his face so much? He's as easy to understand as ever. Are you all right?
Mariella sits in a bench, as recommended by Deputy Marlow, who, on the other hand, doesn't put it on her face at all. Sieg is holding back behind him.
"In view of the confidentiality of the matter, we have not communicated any information except to Captain Dick and me, Marlow.
This will be the contract. Confirm. "
Deputy Marlow has handed over multiple documents. Looking at the contract at the top, it says everything Mariella asked for yesterday. Of course, when it comes to confidentiality, it specifies that in the event that information is leaked and Mariella is compromised, the Black Iron Transport Corps will help solve the problem and, in some circumstances, even escape.
Mariela has never seen a contract before. Until now, I have never had a contract with anyone who brings it to the store to buy it, sells it in a square bazaar, takes it directly to customers such as a whorehouse, or exchanges goods and money on the spot. The contract given to Lieutenant Mulroe is a magically effective commercial guild issue and seems very well made.
"Um, 'with regard to individual transactions, each time, a contract of sale shall be concluded.' But?
It doesn't say anything about the cost, so Mariella asked,
"You can't include a variable metric called 'market' in a magic contract. Because the price of things fluctuates from time to time. Apart from these basic contracts, they are those that sign a separate unit price agreement or a sales agreement for each business negotiation. This will be this contract of sale.
Fluently Deputy Marlow answered, pointing to the documents that were underneath. That seems to be the contract of sale. It says the type and quantity of potions ordered yesterday and the unit price payable to Mariella.
The unit price is written as a startling 6 silver coins for the Lower Potion, Lower Detoxification Potion and Demon Removal Potion, and 6 large silver coins for the Intermediate Potion and Intermediate Detoxification Potion, but the Advanced Potion and Advanced Detoxification Potion are not listed and the total amount is blank.
"Um, the advanced part is blank.
"That is the case………………"
When Mariella asked the question, Captain Dick, who had been silent until now, finally opened his mouth.
"The advanced ranked potion hasn't been traded in over 10 years.
They don't know the 'market' because they won't be on the market.
"The potions in the Labyrinth City are only in circulation from the Agwinas, except for those kept by the Border Bob and each house. According to the arrangement with Border Uncle, there is a certain amount of supply to the army, but it seems that only the lower and intermediate grades have appeared in the last decade.
He explained the potion situation in the labyrinth city to me. I have heard of the family name Agwinas, a lineage that 200 years ago was the lead alchemist in the Kingdom of Endalgia. They survived Stampede and even survived home. Even though the kingdom is doomed, it is an amazing clan that has held the real right to sell potions for 200 years.
"As for the advanced rank, I'd like to determine the amount based on the sales value. There is a chance that they will buy more than they know the market. You can set a minimum amount that won't sell below this, and if we can't trust you, you can be present at the deal, but what do you think?
He is captain Dick, who is arm-wrapped and sits tightly in his chair in the prestigious pose, but when he looks at his face, his thick eyebrows are lowered to heh. Someone with a gap in appearance and contents. I don't think I can trust you because you don't look like someone who does something wrong, but it seems possible to get bought off. Well, I guess Deputy Marlow will be out then.
"If possible, I'd like you to tell me.
"Mm, what is it?
"Where do you sell potions?
"It's a Labyrinth Crusader. There's already a routine expedition. Let us buy some of the demons and junior ranks, too.
I didn't expect you to tell me who you were dealing with. Can you tell me so much about it? You know, when I look at Deputy Marlow, he's got the usual face, but his eyes are laughing, and he kind of looks like he's having a little fun.
"Not the Agwinas?
"If you sell it to the Agwinas, you don't know if it will cross to the Crusaders. Even though the potion has declined in quality and quantity, I hear it's been circulating crude products called 'new drugs' lately. Even though the Crusaders will suffer more damage.
Now I look blatantly disgusted. You don't seem to have any good feelings for the Agwinas family. Or do you even know the military?
"Okay. The price may be lower. Because I would be happier if you used it too.
Potion is a cure for injury. I prefer to cross directly to the user because I don't like being used as a tool to earn advantage. At the price of lower, intermediate potions, the profits are more than enough, so Mariella would be happy if the crusader's damage was reduced at all.
"Right! Thank you! I'm sure they'll love it."
Captain Dick has asked me to shake his hand with great pleasure. The grip was strong and a little painful, but the thick and large palms were very warm.
I kind of figured out how Lieutenant Mallow was with Captain Dick, who wasn't exactly suited for business.
All right, launch! and let Captain Dick's collar, which he tried to get up, sit in the chair again as Deputy Marlow grabbed him. Early work. My throat is squeezed, and Captain Dick is peeling.
"I haven't got a contract yet. And if you launch or something, it won't be a secret. Do you understand?
Lieutenant Marlow moves the pen and completes the sale contract.
"Mariella, what can I say instead, but I will bear the food and drink, etc. during my stay here. The accommodation has been extended by a week, and I have been talking to the master, so please order anything. Yeah, it's about offering something to pre-empt, but what should we prepare for?
Is this the entertainment guy? Wouldn't it be nice if Zeke was with us?
"This time, nothing in particular. Um, Sieg's share, too?
I smelled like a small citizen. "Of course it is." He replied with a smile. How fat you are!
"Oh, Captain Dick, please be on your stomach. Because it doesn't fall due to expenses.
With a smile on his face, Deputy Marlow told me that Captain Dick was disappointed.