The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

"Sorry, Sieg, you're hungry, aren't you?

I was obsessed with making potions and forgot about lunch. It's good for Mariella, but it would be harder to be forgotten.

"It's fine. Because there were no three meals, eating, etc.

Sieg says sad things. You can eat your stomach full. I look at Sieg's face, wondering if his cheeks are still rolling.

"Is that it? Did you shave your beard?

I haven't bought a knife yet, so even though Sieg's beard was growing a little this morning, he's back on the face neatly. Or the expression is neat. Anything wrong?

"Yes, meet Lynx. Give me your dagger for a while.

(Ooh, I'm sorry I didn't like it. And thanks Lynx.

There was no sign of Lynx in the dining room. She only came for lunch and went back to work. I have to thank you later.

Lunch was an omelet full of three colors of paprika and raw ham, with a crispy baguette. It's a lot of omelettes, so it's pretty snug. The softness of the raw ham was good and delicious with the sweetness of the eggs.

After a late lunch, advanced class potion creation remains. I don't have a job to ask Sieg for anymore. Reminds me of Sieg in the morning, who didn't have a job and was softly restless.

"Sieg, from noon on, I have nothing to ask you. My body won't be in the best shape, and I want you to rest..."

"The body is fine. I'm training. If there's anything I can do for you, I'll be right there.

Surprised. He said "laundry" in the morning even though there was no dirt. I wonder what really happened. It must be a good change, so Mariella went back to her room telling her not to force it.

(To reward this (Mariella's)...)

Siegmund clenched the dagger lent to him by Lynx.

Siegmund was born in a border village close to the Devil's Forest. My father was a good hunter, and my mother was in other worlds when she came to mind. His clan was born with a demonic eye called the Spirit Eye from time to time. The protection of the "Spirit Eye" increases the chance of hitting long-range and long-range attacks, as well as spiritual vision. Spiritual vision was like an aside that the spirits could see even the faint spirits if they wanted to. The Spirit Eye, which did not appear to my father or grandfather, dwelt in Siegmund's right eye.

The increase in the chance of hitting far-sighted and ranged attacks by the "Spirit Eye" was immediate, and Siegmund did not have the same historical "Spirit Eye", and the arrows unleashed were enthusiastic about the steep point of prey and made his name for himself as a young bow famous.

"To be a shameless figure in The Spirit Eye.

Siegmund's father hired teachers from a modest amount of money to educate Siegmund. For its merit, Siegmund grew up to be a young man who rarely wore reading, writing, calculating, and courtesy to the village, but "Spirit Eye" and "Special Education" as a villager made Siegmund a proud character.

He said he was a special human being, worthy of the Spirit Eye.

It could have been the beginning of Siegmund's misfortune that Siegmund's father was attacked by demons and other worlds during the hunt without realizing the thoughts.

At all times, a despicable village with nothing for a young, talented youth is only boring. After his father's death, Siegmund left the village and became an adventurer in town.

He partied with his near-year-old buddies and crusaded many demons. For Siegmund, who has the "Spirit Eye," they were not enemies such as demons challenged by junior adventurers, and they rapidly rose in rank.

Fame that grows to the point of pulling a bow, the gold that sets in, the women that flock.

The thought that I was the special person who deserved the 'Spirit Eye' turned into absolute certainty in Siegmund.

"Thanks to whom do you think I was able to become a B-rank?

In fact, Siegmund was strong enough that no one in his crew could argue with such a dialogue. There were no demons that could not be pierced by his arrows. Until you get a B-rank.

Siegmund and the others. The relationship of the party was not reciprocal, but presented the likes of the strong (Sieg) and servants. It was a distorted party, not only in relationships, but also in the strength of its members.

Siegmund and his people at the bottom of the C-rank to see if they can reach the A-rank in terms of their individual power. The difference in talent was historical, and the more we fought, the stronger and more arrogant Siegmund became. To Siegmund the tyrant, his companion's patience was overstepping the limits.

Wyburn was a small subdragon with poison in his tail and a problem-free demon if he was a B-rank adventurer. While the shield is drawing attention, if Siegmund breaks the flying film and kills his maneuverability, the rest is the same as a lizard crawling through the ground. Attack at a distance and you can easily defeat it. Siegmund thought so.

"Hih, no..."

The shield of the party, which has only the strength to the lowest degree of the C-rank, plunges in and can't keep Wyburn. The collaboration of the members is also variant, beginning and ending in the way of shooting arrows. To quote, Wyburn set his aim on Siegmund, the thinnest equipped.

Wyburn's armor is thick, and Siegmund's arrows are not fatally wounded by the impending Wyburn. The only thing Siegmund could have defeated Wyburn was the fact that he happened to be able to hit an arrow in the back of his open jaw trying to eat and kill him, that's all.

I don't know if I was lucky. In exchange, Siegmund lost his' Spirit Eye '.

There was nothing to reach out to Siegmund, who had lost his' Spirit Eye '. The fellows who would have benefited as B-rank parties thanks to him also left under Siegmund. Fame turned into the bad reviews that my former companions had shed, and there was no woman leaning on Siegmund who couldn't make any money.

Siegmund went to the Imperial City with some money from selling Wyburn materials.

If you go to Teito, you get a potion to cure site defects.

I arrived at the alchemist that I could pay the informer and create a special kind of special potion to cure eye defects. Ten gold coins are paid in advance. The bow, the protective equipment, is not enough money. But if you can get 'Spirit Eye' back, it's not an amount you can't earn out. The potion bill was owed and constructed.

The old alchemist, who stored the white beard, when he received the gold, created a potion with his disciples to show him. For the first time, the disciples perform a number of training exercises by flashing complex and expensive magic items they see. The elderly alchemist gives instructions one at a time, mixes the chemicals he can and exercises the magic for completion.

Receive the potion you can. Now I can finally get my 'Spirit Eye' back. You'll be chased by the gold face for a while, but what, a little patience. If it were me, there would be no creation.

Siegmund drank out the potion.

"Spirit Eye" did not return.

"You tricked me!

A guard soldier seized Siegmund, trembling in anger and trying to jump. The old alchemist looked strangely into Siegmund's lost right eye,

"I don't know if I've lost my demon eye."

I asked.

"" The Spirit Eye "is literally also given by the Spirit. It cannot be cured without potions made from the veins to which the Spirit belongs. Do you even know that?

"I'm a B-rank adventurer chosen for" Spirit Eye, "you think this is allowed!

"Ho ho. How many B-rank adventurers do you think are in this Empire City? 100 won't come down.

By the way, did you get 3 S-ranks and 12 A-ranks? You know what? There are only 3 alchemists in this capital, including myself, who can make premium potions. There are about 10 alchemists who can make advanced potions like these guys. Exactly the same number of S-rank and A-rank adventurers. So, what are those B-rank adventurers saying?

To Siegmund, who asked him to return his money, the old alchemist replied with a grin. The old alchemist said this when he was taken out of the room by a guard soldier who said it was the same B-rank.

"It is foolish to think that it can only be ranked B while blessing the rare protection of" Spirit Eye "and so on.

Siegmund was born in a village by the Devil's Forest. Since the destruction of the Kingdom of Endalgia 200 years ago, no alchemist has been born in that vein. The lost 'Spirit Eye' will never be undone again.

I finally understood that after being drowned out by a woman in booze and dropped into a 'debt slave' by Kata in debt.

Siegmund was bought by a merchant who made his fortune in outrageous ways. The merchant was a bearer of brutal character, an anomaly who was delighted to hurt and subdue thoughtful young men like Siegmund.

Siegmund's distorted self-esteem and other trails disappeared less than six months later. In the midst of arduous labor and constant violence, humiliation and hunger, it was best to connect life. It came at a time when all those days would be over soon, when we could survive our term of office.

"Doing business with labyrinth cities"

You must have heard the rumors of the Black Iron Transport Corps, which has become famous in the last few years, that the merchant's son will pass through the Devil's Forest. The merchant's son went to the Devil's Forest, following a somewhat sturdy carriage and slaves who gave no satisfactory weapon.

It could have been more fortunate to have been attacked by a herd of black wolves less than a few hours later. Siegmund was walking at the rear with heavy footsteps. How do you confront demons with one old dagger?

When I felt like something had called me up, I looked up and saw something glowing thinly.

(Is that the Spirit of the Woods......?

I've heard from my father. Unlike demons, the Spirit loves and helps people. When I was young, I could see enough spirits in the woods, but speaking of which, I don't think I've seen them in a long time.

The Forest Spirit looked like he was making an invitation to Siege. Unexpectedly detaches from the line and steps into the woods as he is invited by the spirits of the woods. It was then. A bunch of black wolves attacked the merchants.

Not even a shield in front of demons, such as slaves who aren't trained to fight. The slaves are bitten off by whistles and eaten to death while they are watching. The carriage is torn, and the merchant's son is dragged by a black wolf. Only I am wearing heavy equipment, and fatal injuries are avoided, but my arms and legs are shaken off and my blood is flowing from the obstinate attack. I'm barking up screaming, but I can't hold it for long.

We have to run. Siegmund looks around. Following the invitation of the Spirit of the Forest, the first shooting of the Black Wolf escaped thanks to his departure from the line. The Black Wolves are busy devouring the sons of the slaughtered slaves and merchants, but they are slandered slaves. They will find you soon after eating.

And the spirit of the forest lifts up his arms, pointing in one direction. Ahead of being pointed out, there was still a shallow wounded Raptor connected to the carriage that could not escape. Run over, cut off the dagger bitter, and ride the Raptor. Pull up the merchant's son without mistake.

Siegmund, there will be no life if you return alone. But help the merchant's son. It was from that intention that I helped the merchant's son.

The Black Wolf who took his prey is coming after him. Stick to the Raptor with no saddle or reins and drive the Raptor toward the exit. He wields a dagger trying to cut off a jumping black wolf, but without the sword's heart, he's on a precarious ride. I can't even hit it, it bites me the other way.

He manages to grab the dagger he's about to drop with his left hand and clings to the black wolf that bit him in the right arm.

"Gaw."

I could shake one off, but I'm still coming after many. Raptor rushes as he blows bubbles out of his mouth. I can't help my injured right arm. Stick to the Raptor for each body. When you look at the flowing scenery, the pale light points to the right that came from the path.

"Stay put," he said, proceeding with the Raptor to the point of the Forest Spirit.

The distance of the black wolf is getting closer and closer, and approaching from the left direction, the black wolf eats on the calf on his left leg. Wherever he shook his legs, he chewed off the meat as it was.

"Guh!"

I'm about to let go of my consciousness for burning pain. Black wolves frenzy at the blood tide dripping from the wound. I don't have time to stop the bleeding.

Fire

Burn your own legs. Usually even magic is forbidden to be used freely. To use all the magic for the benefit of the merchants. The smell of roasting meat brightens my vision to spectacular pain.

Black wolf jumping again. At that time, when I almost gave up, my distance from the Black Wolf became much wider.

Holy tree?

Youthful seedlings were sprouting in the Devil's Forest.

Holy trees are sacred trees that do not send demons, and are also said to be seedlings of world trees in the absence of the world. It grows slower than other trees, and when planted at the hands of people, it withers. I don't know how to increase it, but it can grow inhumane, even in places as intense as the Devil's Forest. Rest in this tree and you will not be attacked by demons, which will give travellers a temporary peace of mind.

The black wolf follows the seedlings as they roll away. The Spirit of the Forest, which has risen three times, points to another place. Definitely. It shows a helpful path. Drive through Raptor obsessed as the Spirit points out. When the noise of the black wolf approaches, it moves away. How long has it been?

With Siegmund and the merchant's son on board, Raptor was through the Devil's Forest.

He was Siegmund, who helped the merchant's son and managed to survive, but was thrown into a slave hut that was more unhygienic than the horse hut as it was, only by a recovery magician called for the merchant's son with a light recovery magic just on the surface. The black wolf's fangs are poisonous. Even if the epidermis is blocked by healing magic, the scratches continue to twitch and ache without healing under the skin. My consciousness is clouded by pain and high fever.

When I woke up, I realized I was in a different place than the merchant's slave hut (where I also took it). Water and food are fed. It's a grain like livestock bait, which was chilled out, but eats whatever you can to keep it from dying. A high fever and weak body does not accept food, vomit to eat, eat to vomit.

"How lowly.

A neat, unfamiliar man looked at Siegmund with a garbage look.

"Although I've heard from recovery technicians that there are debt slaves who are being abused and tried to protect them, this is less than a wild dog. I don't know what people say, but I'm obliged to inform them. Listen carefully, dog. Your former lord has sued you. He said he was able to escape without protecting his son and injuring him. This crime has made you a criminal slave.

I can't work my head off with heat. I don't know what they're talking about. Siegmund understood with a nagging head that he was still alive but not helped.