The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

If you don't want to die, behave 'mundane'.

Siegmund managed to stand, following the orders of a man who looked like a slave trader.

A big man talked to some merchant and bought several slaves, including Siegmund.

They are made to look like hipsters only and loaded into carriages with their hands tied in front of them and iron plates strewn out by men and women. "The Black Iron Transport Corps. They're taking us to the labyrinth city." That's what someone said.

Leaving the capital, the first four days were taken out of the carriage once a day. At that time it was added, washed with water magic, and fed goat's milk instead of meals. The goat's milk contained crushed beans and cereals, which were not good, but Siegmund was able to regain only a small amount of strength.

They went into the Devil's Forest on day 5. The armored carriage rocked violently. Not by day, not by night, but by demons. I guess they only rule out demons that interrupt driving. The carriage continued to run without ever stopping. Once a day, the carriage is stopped for only a short time and the goat's milk in the leather bag is drunk. I can't give you time to add. The floor of the armored carriage is in the shape of a sushi, and they all drip there. Those who spit back into the fierce shake and the smell of could do so, and the things accumulated beneath them splash with the bounce of the carriage shaking, and descend from their heads.

The shock of demonic fangs and nails being followed by armored carriages in a dark carriage by demonic voices that are always heard, and waving of carriages reminiscent of battle. Fear and a hazy consciousness with injuries and high fever in an overly uncomfortable environment. Every time I feel like I'm going to be distracted, I think of the Spirit of the Woods. The presence of a pale light just contoured, even when it comes to appearance. That light barely sanctified Siegmund.

The door of the carrier can be opened. "Get out," he ordered, and get out of the carriage, the first place he had stepped down in three days, where he was surrounded by stone walls reminiscent of a prison.

They are lined up in rows, watered, and commanded to wash. Less water, rather than removing dirt, only serves to reduce odors, but still appreciated. Then the man who came confirms his condition. He gets his leg poked with a stick and falls to the front of him after a severe pain. When I saw it, the black wolf bit me, and my left leg, which I burned and stopped, was discoloured black and swollen to a size nearly double.

Another man grabs his hair and pulls it together. I don't have the strength to fight back. Poke the scratches and scars all over your body with a stick to confirm. I can only groan at so much pain.

Whether the confirmation is over or not, after a while, the big man and the belly man start talking.

The men discuss the meat walls, the mines, the missing male whores, they can't even be like that.

(I don't want to die... I don't want to. I don't want to)

My body trembles when I feel distressed.

I don't want to do it even though I wanted to do it so badly, smell so badly, smell so badly. I don't like not to.

It was one girl who saved this fear, the confusion, the dark despair.

After being engraved with the baking mark (sign) of the servant who became the girl's, she is carried in the carriage again.

"We're here, get off"

A man who took Siegmund out of his carriage said, "It's your master's property," handed him a bunch of dead grass, and said, "Wash your body in the water field there." and pointed to the water field.

As I was told, head to the water field. Looks like clean well water can be drawn. Drink until you have swollen bumps and bellies. If you don't drink when you can even drink muddy water, you don't know when the next time you can mouth the water. Draw water into the barrel and cover it from your head. I haven't washed my body in days. My body is terribly cold because of the heat, but my leg and arm wounds are hot so I can burn them. Hurry up and wash the product in a hurry.

When I heard footsteps and talking, I glanced from the shadow of the water field and saw the girl who became 'your husband'. Wipe your body with a hipster and head for it with a bunch of dead grass.

The merchant who was the previous "master" was terribly angry when he was waiting and waved his whip many times. I washed my body as they told me and even drank the water on my own, but the girl didn't order me to. I thought they'd be mad at me for doing something unsolicited, but the girl told me to follow her without saying anything.

I'm in the building with the girl. Apparently, it's an inn. They take me straight to my room. Every time I walk, the pain runs like I can pull it off my left leg. Is it because of the fever, my breathing is painful and my consciousness is about to fly, but the pain in my left leg brings me back to sanity.

Not yet. Not yet. You must not fall. If it's okay, I need you to think it's going to be a use. He said I was two big silver coins. It's not even a decent price to buy a decent weapon, like two large silver coins. Such a thing would be thrown away without repair if it broke.

When I entered the room, she told me to sit down, but my right leg swelled and I couldn't sit properly. If the merchant in the shiitake, he would have been whipped to say, "Can't you even sit down?" But this girl didn't say anything and waited until she sat down.

"I say, Mariella. Can I talk to Sieg about you?

You cannot disobey my orders under a servitude contract. Do you have this?

The new 'master' seems to say 'Mariella'.

"Yes. Call it what you want. Your husband.

I will never forget your grace for picking up such imperfections.

I will not disobey any order. I beg your pardon.

Speak to the merchant who was the previous' master 'many times and rub his forehead against the floor.

"Dog," "pig," "trash," "scraps." No matter what they call it, they say, "Yes.," he replied, "Call as you please. Your husband." I add.

Whenever I am fed a meal (feed) that is worse than livestock, I say, "Thank you for picking up my one eyeless, imperfect body." "I will never forget to thank you." I repeat.

Until you fall, no, repeated orders even if you fall, say, "I will not disobey any order. I beg your pardon." and 'thank you'.

You mustn't look up. Rub your forehead to the ground and don't move until 'your husband' leaves.

If you don't want to be whipped so much that you can't even stand. Under the merchant of Shiba, he was so reminded that he did not like it. Yet.

"Call me Mariella. Show me your face.

The new "Master" (Mariella) said to show her face. Raise your face roughly. My hair sticks to my face. Now that I can't see my face, I dare to raise my hair.

The new Master (Mariella) hands up. Beaten, my body stifles reflexively. Because I've never had my hands swung up down before. But the hand, slowly, really slowly moved, fluttered, touched Siegmund's face.

(Soft, soothing, pleasant………)

Touch the right eye where the "Spirit Eye" was, and look through the scars left behind.

The hand touches the right arm, which still has heat and continues to groan. He asks me what I was hit by, so I answer black wolf. Speaking of which, this is the first time a new 'husband' (Mariela) has touched my wound and asked me what caused Siegmund's injury. ugly discoloured, and after carefully looking at the swollen legs as well,

"First, wash the wound. I said."

Whenever the light and glowing water created by the new "Master" (Mariella) was applied, the pain and heat disappeared from the constant scratches. Arms and legs. That much intense pain disappears like a lie. I have seen the light emitted by this strange water.

She was an 'alchemist' who should never have existed in a labyrinth city.

The story of the demise of the Kingdom of Endalgia is told as if it were a miga. As the story of a horde of demons approaching a kingdom of extreme glory and the tragedies of the heroes confronting it. It is said that the brave men who stood up to each other, flattened the people of the kingdom, and even devoured each other by demons, and that the last remaining one drank up the spirits of the earth veins, and later a labyrinth was born. Those who fled the kingdom gathered again in Endalgia, but could not hear the voice of the Spirit in the land.

Approximately 100 years after the death of the last alchemist, no alchemist has appeared in the land. Except for her (Mariella).

It's like a miracle story, Siegmund thought. And to him, she (Mariela) was just like a miracle.

He cleansed and potioned his body with his hands, which continued to be scorned and treated like filth. I gave him a warm meal and gently held Siegmund, who was so impressed and cried out. He made himself look like a beast and gave him clothes that looked human. In a miracle business (potion), he healed his eaten legs and healed his stacked wounds.

I lost everything, but I got a wonderful Lord. Merciful, miracle bearer.

(Because of my curse, I even let him wash it. I should have done the chores. But he was not angry and gave me a job. You said it was a valuable material. You have to wash it.

"Yo, Sieg. It's the first time yesterday."

"Dear Links,"

Before Siegmund washing the Pranada moss, Lynx appeared. I didn't realize when they approached me.

"Lynx said it was fine. It's not a pattern. Besides, my legs healed. Good for you.

Lynx's yarn-like eyes keep opening and continuing.

"Specialized advanced potion.

"Become."

There was no Lynx in the business talks between Master Mariella and the Black Iron Transport Corps. The contents should not have been notified except for Captain Dick and Deputy Marlow. Why, Lynx.

"Sieg, what are you doing?

Lynx throws a sharp gaze at Siegmund, who shows upset.

"I screwed you, you idiot. Did you just wash your clothes? It's not easy to grab Mariella now.

"Ah..."

Siegmund hastily looks up at the room in the corner of the second floor where Mariella is located and explores Mariella's magic powers with detective magic. I'm fine. I'm fine. There is no suspicious reaction to the surrounding area.

"If you do it, you can. You fight, right?

"Eyes......, lost eyes, bow......

On the contrary, Siegmund makes excuses. Lynx sighed loudly, "Huh," then grabbed Siegmund's chest barn and stood up.

"You, my lord?

Mariela, I'm going to try to use an unusual technique, but don't you think he looks that special? You're full of gaps. (Potion) I have it, but there's no sense of crisis, is there? It's too dangerous for me to look at you.

Don't you look like a goddess or something? Like the Savior who saved your life? That's the only one, take a good look at it with your eyeballs. It's just, how dare you be a woman?

It's easy to get caught up in a camouflage. What if they're after you even though your secrets are leaking and you're in trouble? Will the Savior (Mariella) help us again? No, it's not. It's your job.

I can't shoot a bow without one eye. Boke. you shouldn't be serving as an escort. It would be nice to have another weapon. You're moving now, aren't you? That right hand. I can't believe how precious you used it.

Don, and Lynx stick a bush in Siegmund's chest. He had a dagger in his hand.

"I'll lend it to you. Don't make it unusable or anything. Practice until you can.

How many people in this city have died without a sole (potion)? There's blood reflexes for them, too. Make it a thing. Sweet! "

When he was forced to give Siegmund the dagger, Lynx disappeared into the back door.

(I……, I was in the wrong place again…….

He tried to think of Mariella as a 'special lord', saying he was a wonderful lord, a miracle performer, etc. No, I wanted to think 'I met a special lord, a special self'. Mariela is a special, but mediocre girl.

He said he paid the price for his stupidity, but he hasn't grown a bit.

(But I noticed. Lynx taught me.

Grasp the deposited dagger. It's time to make a mistake. I'm not false in my desire to protect Mariela, who gave me everything.

Siegmund gradually walked forward.