The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Southwest of the labyrinth city, a place called Slam by the city's inhabitants.

There are no ordained dwellers in the houses that are built here.

There are people who can't afford a house or an inn, and they live in the ruins of the roof.

Naturally, some houses do not have proper drainage.

The magic of the drainage water flowing out of the houses without eating or eating was thin, and it was hard to say that it was a treat, but there was no taste such as the taste of "it".

Wander, absorb and disassemble in search of feed. That's all.

The 'it' companions have many solids that split after a certain growth, but 'it' grew as it was without splitting.

It may have been an evolution acquired by 'it' to monopolize the feeding grounds and survive.

Moving out of the bait yard to be kept, 'It' slowly started eating.

"Don't bring it. - Look, thank you. I'll take the copper coin. Yikes.

The voice of Kinkin, the head of the Kindell Building Materials department, clings to the slam.

"What do you say, Nah, Colonel Teruter?

"Ho ho ho, that's quite a gathering.

"How can you be more helpful than a stone-headed woman with all that mouth? Woo.

"Right. Unlike someone else, you're an excellent department manager.

Before Colonel Teruter, Daisies and Bromomintera have been collected from all over the slam, becoming a little mountain. There are a few old people who think of it as slum dwellers and "dry" them with their skills. Whether the magic is on the bottom or not, Kindell is yelling at me for taking many breaks to restore the magic.

The inhabitants of the slums who carry in the medicinal herbs also carry the medicinal herbs without complaining, albeit with an uncomfortable look on their faces, and go home to receive the copper coins.

"What the heck, those eyes. Ha, it's also something to complain about. Kah. This is the one you want to complain about. Zoh. I'm not forgetting, there's a ma-na."

When Kindell Building Materials Division Manager flickered a bunch of paperwork, the slum residents turned away and left behind the herb in silence.

The bundle of paperwork held by the Kindell Building Materials Department Manager is a list of vacant homes in Slam Street borrowed half forcefully from the residential management department. When he borrowed from Colonel Teruter in the morning all two members of the City Guard as' escorts', he said this around the slums.

This house should be empty. You illegals. If you didn't want to be kicked out, he told me to pick up the medicinal herbs on the site and bring them to the main street as well.

Many houses in the slums are not equipped with exterior walls, like other dwellings in labyrinth cities. The walls are also in the ruins of the Kingdom of Endalgia, all of which are uncomfortable and reinforced with pieces of slab and cloth. The head of Kindell Building Materials yells at the people who need more herbs to protect themselves from demons than anywhere else in the city. I don't think this is your home.

The majority of the inhabitants of the slum are former adventurers. Those are the ones who had to quit the adventurer family business because of injuries. Very few people save enough money as adventurers to stand up in another business after retirement or gain new jobs with skills other than combat, and many adventurers who have suffered major injuries with no prospect of recovery lose everything and flow to slums.

Not everyone wants to live in a slum.

Because we know that, the residential management department does not alter the residents who live unauthorized in the slums, nor does the Schusenwald family, which manages the labyrinth cities, acquiesce and provide regular cookouts or encourage employment from the slums.

What authority does this man (Kindell) have to commit such an outrage?

The two soldiers, who refrain behind the head of Kindell Building Materials, look at the head of Kindell Building Materials with cold eyes. Their assignment is to escort the Kindell Building Materials Department Manager. Hold back while enduring unpleasant situations.

They were from an orphanage and did not have enough force to join the Labyrinth Crusade without a family, enough brains to be civilian, or enough ambition to aspire to be adventurers. Just follow the mission steadfastly for the stability of life. The city defense forces, which brought together people of good character, poor force and intelligence, needed 'convenient' talent like them. Kill emotions, just move as they say. The usual.

Bite your back teeth tightly without putting it on your face. It's easy to raise your voice and give your opinion. If you are prepared to lose your job as a result. But they also have a family to protect. Kids could have a better life if they only endured themselves.

That was them, but just standing behind the head of Kindell Building Materials Department did enough work as an escort. Though a former adventurer, for a slum dweller who did not eat satisfactorily, had a defect somewhere in his body, and had no satisfactory weapons or protective equipment, a soldier who was satisfied and armed with five bodies was not the one to whom he could leave his hands to anger.

Thus, as the head of the Kindell Building Materials department thought, the medicinal herbs of Slam Street were mowed one after the other.

"There 'll still be Daisies there, too, Gah."

The head of Kindell Building Materials points to the corner of the boulevard, pulling back the slum dwellers trying to leave the herbs behind and return them.

"It was rainwater. Rumor has it it's connected to the underground water supply.

A slum dweller answers Kindell Building Materials Department Manager.

Every slum dweller who is inferior to himself (Kindell) gives his opinion to himself. Disobey my opinion. That makes the Kindell Building Materials Department Manager exaggerated.

"So, who are you talking to? Neh, I can't get orders from you.

Kindell Building Materials Department Manager with a bright red face and a twitch.

But the inhabitants of the slum ignored Kindel and left behind the slum just because they had done their job.

"Gurgi, fuck, fuck, this is no, this is no.

Kindell Building Materials department manager who leaves anger to root and pull Daisies around Rainwater.

He wasn't aware at all.

that the inhabitants of the slums who had mowed the herbs and brought them had left the roots so that they could be restored naturally in a few days, and had also mowed some sparse herbs themselves.

that it only cuts and brings noticeable youthful crawls after finding out that even dead Daisies crawls and roots can be expected to work.

That I haven't got my hands on Daisies around the drainage line that leads to the basement at all, and that I'm distressed so that I can leave only the least amount of exorcism behind.

Without realizing anything about it at all, and without even understanding what was lurking in the underground water supply, Kindell Building Materials Department Manager pulled Daisies around the stormwater drain next to Boulevard clean out of his roots.

- - There was a puffiness and an asthma.

'It' crawling underground felt the overhead change that way.

The bait of 'it' is the magic that dwells in organisms and their wreckage. It dissolves with various things in the process of ingesting magic, but it is only a means to feed.

The shell of "It" doesn't rely on bluffs, and when it touches Daisies' bluffs and roots, it sucks magic easily.

"It" instinctively feared the feeling of twitching and magic leaking out.

'It' had a lysate that had accumulated over the years. Physical separations such as stones and soil are not perceived as significant separations for 'it'. Because if the 'nucleus' is an obstacle that does not pass, you can melt it and move on.

However, the roots of Daisies strewn overhead prevented 'it' from being stretched like the eyes of a net.

There was an asthma on the net.

There's a lot of food ahead of you. Superb bait I've never eaten before.

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"It" sticks to the ceiling of a large underground water supply in an attempt to escape from that.

The water distribution pipe through that one is very thin, and the nucleus of 'it' does not pass.

Bushu, bushu "it" spits out the lysate. Melting and spreading water distribution pipes. The new feeding ground is right there.

In front of Kindell Building Materials Division Manager, whose face turned bright red and he breathed with his shoulders, the ground around the stormwater drained off and a huge slime overflowed from the underground large water supply.