The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Weishardt was troubled after one of the Agwinas.

The question that the Agwinas family has had an alchemist for generations has long been raised.

The trigger was an estimate report of potion storage equipment found by chance in the mansion's library. Weishardt is not an expert in magic props, but it was easy to see that all of the rationales used in the estimates were sweet and far removed from the status quo 200 years later.

This can't last 200 years.

When it came to that conclusion, the reason why high-freshness potions had been offered to each house with a vault on a regular basis for the past 200 years fell. The Agwinas explained the high freshness was due to the opening of a new tank, but if there was an alchemist at that time.

That's why I could realise that when the Black Iron Transport brought in the potion, an alchemist who had signed with the earth's veins appeared. At the same time I could easily predict how the Agwinas family would move, knowing its existence. It was only natural for the Alchemist (Mariella) to take measures to ensure her safety.

I halved my potion buyout and wondered how the Agwinas family came out. They have not publicized the presence of alchemists and have demanded the cost of expensive potions, but the merits of the 200 years of continuous potion offerings, compensating for the shortcomings of potion vaults created by the Empire and the Borderline Uncle family, are to be commended.

If we wanted to discuss it from the front and it was humane and reasonable in the Labyrinth Crusade, we were prepared to respond.

It was no coincidence that Nielenberg's daughter was the victim of the slime incident, but it was also convenient. Sometimes I say it was best for the Agwinas, but Nielenberg, who was loyal to his duties, refused to accept the potion because he was the only special case. They were going to entrust Sherry to the Black Iron Transport Corps and get him treated in Imperial City. At a time when the alchemist from the Terrestrial Vein Contract (Contractor) appeared and could use hundreds of potions to crusade the Labyrinth, there was no reason not to offer potions near the highly contributed side, so he could also be asked to accept advanced potions as an allowance for special assignments.

Flush the victim list, replace Nielenberg's daughter Shelley with an intelligence agent, and return the housekeeper quickly to make it easier for the offense to be committed.

To ensure her safety, her daughter (Shelley) was protecting herself in Schusenwald's mansion after treating herself in a potion, but Nielenberg's mood to live with an intelligence agent who looked like her daughter grew worse day by day, and she could say that things had gone as expected except that the soldiers of the Labyrinth Crusaders had begun to frighten her heart.

Lightly enough to clap out, Robert Agwinas extended to the kidnapping of Sherry Nielenberg to get information on the alchemist. I guess his spirit was rubbing off at last. The red and black magic drugs found from the basement were so much more subtle. And the Alchemists the Agwinas have been watching for generations.

When I think of their misfortune and their hidden history of standing in the abyss of death and continuing to supply still potions, I could not unilaterally blame the Agwinas for their work. It's a headache question of what to do with the treatment of the Agwinas family, including them.

Weishardt sighed one time and poured his favorite brandy when he took the glass out of the sideboard and magically made ice to put it in.

I gently included brandy in my mouth that remained poured, which had not diluted with ice, and I remember that night.

(How could the Alchemist (Mariella) have been there...)

Even with Weishardt's brains, that's all I couldn't understand.

Contact with Caroline Agwinas was limited within the 'Wood Leak Date' and its contents were friendly. In the unlikely event that Caroline tried to take Mariella out of the store, she immediately contacted Merle (an intelligence agent) and was supposed to stop her naturally. Are you telling me that all over the city, out of the sight of the intelligence agents, we ran into each other and came all the way to the Agwinas?

Weishardt is able to hide everything he has to offer in a ploy. You can control your facial expressions perfectly on your own volition. The vision is wide and it is also possible to observe the surrounding conditions while pretending to be looking elsewhere. Otherwise, everyone who was there would have paid attention to Mariella.

Weishardt was never more stunned and gazed at Mariella.

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When I first met him in the hallway, I thought he was some sort of store delivery guy. Since there were no such people as the Black Iron Transport Corps, who had recently appeared in the city, they pasted Merle (intelligence agent) and received reports not only of their actions, but also of their appearance.

(Too normal……, not so much a unicorn as a small animal in the woods around………)

I heard that he was young, but I heard that the alchemist (of the contractor) who signed with the ground vein looked young, so I thought that the appearance was something that created an atmosphere of nobility and insignificance due to the corresponding calm and seeping out of the young. But she was the only one to not look back on nine of the ten people who were wrong in the city.

Although it would have been nice to have a seat in Weishardt's eye-catching reception room so that soldiers who were unaware of the circumstances would not work disrespectfully.

(Why, bouncing....... a ritual 200 years ago or something? No, I've never heard of that)

He was restlessly jumping on the chair and being stopped by a back escort, and instead of intelligence, an unfortunate atmosphere seeped out, looking younger than his age.

If she (Mariella) is as old as she looks, why can she make advanced potions? And a hundred a day. Weishardt ordered in hundreds, but when it was delivered, he just gave instructions in the flow of placing the next order, and didn't expect it to be delivered every day.

I hear you need to make at least 100,000 intermediate potions to be able to make advanced potions. The neck of potion manufacturing is the amount of magic. In order to be able to create advanced potions, decades of age are required in a regular person. And a hundred advanced potions. Whether magic can be made even with a maximum of 5.

So, after all, I imagined he was an inexperienced alchemist who looked like a young woman. When I found out that hundreds of advanced potions were delivered day after day, I secretly sweated cold that I was glad I had a friendly relationship with that incredible amount of magic.

I know how to raise the magic cap. You just have to keep using it from childhood under ten until your magic runs out every day. It's easy to say by mouth, and the pain caused by magic exhaustion is better than physical pain. That feeling of magic filled inside your body disappearing and inverting every consciousness.

It's a common story to be beaten until you lose consciousness when building up your flesh. But how many people would be able to do that when they told me to keep running until I lost consciousness?

That's what I mean when I say we keep using magic until it's depleted, a painful act of mental depletion to the point of losing consciousness. It is done every day by children under the age of ten.

Even those who found talent (skills) at an early age and were taught to have high aspirations, like Weishardt and leading magicians, were not easy to do.

He endured harsh training from an early age and only continues to make potions. Only a very small number of people can gradually reach the top, which can be said to be a single frontier.

How can the girl who got there young look so normal? Merle and the others, are they simulating like intelligence agents?

At an early age, Mariella was obsessed with "playing" with the "Rainbow Flowers" given to her master to dry clean, and everything she could see from the herbs around her area to the weeds to the washing laundry was just dried from one end to the other, and she never thought about it being harsh or training.

The master was a master who jokingly taught him "how to fall well with his head covered" or "how to fall well hidden in a safe place," he incited Mariella by incorporating a hide-and-seek element into the stun caused by magic depletion. When he passed out well, the master found him and woke up on the bed, saying, "I found him again," while the master was tickling him off and laughing at him, the fainting caused by the depletion of magic was like falling asleep to play.

Weishardt, who knows nothing about it, explains the situation to Caroline, but observes every move of Mariella, the only one.

The soldier who placed Mariela next to her chose a nice, child-loving man to avoid being disrespectful, but that seems to have gone awry. The soldier somehow searched his pockets and took out the preserved food cookies and gave them to Mariella. Some people will get angry with 'leftovers' because they have opened the seal, although it is not a close one. Besides, it's not a fancy treat, but a preserved food for manoeuvres. I would be glad to give it to the children of the neighborhood, but I am not a substitute for giving it to the noble.

…… Why, eat………)

In the reception room, quiet on a serious topic, you can hear the crisp, crunchy and nutty cookies. This conversation hasn't magically arrived, but Mariella's chewing sounds are off. Looking too out of place, Caroline softened her expression when she laughed "hehe..." Speaking of which, we didn't even serve tea.

(I'm thirsty for that preserved food...)

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When people get confused, they think about things they don't know very well, and Weishardt tilted his glass of brandy as he remembered that day.

"It's unusual for you to drink."

"Brother. I was thinking about the Agwinas case."

Light knocking, Leonhardt came. Preferring whiskey, he sits beside Weishardt when he pours his preferred liquor into the glass.

"So, what are you going to do?

"Robert's actions are not contraindicated, because the charges include compulsory domination by illegal spell-based witchcraft and kidnapping, extortion, and treachery to the Labyrinth Crusaders. Moreover, when the secret art of the sacrificial clan is involved, it cannot be done publicly. I was wondering if it was reasonable around" Disease Abandonment ". You seem a lot tired, and you'll need to let it quiet down slowly.

I was wondering if the Agwinas would even succeed Caroline to welcome her proper son-in-law in view of her previous contributions.

We need to find out if there's any effect on the soldiers who used that new drug, and we need to decide on the treatment of the Agwinas technicians who were involved in the manufacture of the new drug, as well as the surviving slaves. As long as it hurts my head to say there's a labyrinth crusade. "

"What's the alchemist going to do? You must have met him.

It is a problem that can be solved only by the heavy workload, such as the treatment of the Agwinas family.

However, that is not the case with the Alchemist (Mariella). The alchemists who slept in the Agwinas did not wake up, or were able to wake up, spitting blood, turning into salt and dying in a few moments. There is no guarantee that Mariella will not.

The usefulness of potions in labyrinth crusades was demonstrated earlier in "The Cursed Serpent King," "The Floating Pillar in the Sea". Depending on the hierarchy, you can also say that there are potions that you will need.

It's an impossible story, like letting every potion be made infinite. What would you do if you did that and reduced your life expectancy? I am not going to take foolish measures to undermine the cooperative status quo.

Rarely troubled silent Weishardt, Leonhardt called out.

"I remember a story I used to ask your father. Anything is the word of an ancient sage. That's right.

"The Shizukuishi of life surrounds the earth vein with all the lives that dwell in the land. So when we really need it, we can make sure everything is in order."

I guess so. Perhaps even being there through Merle's surveillance was a guide to the earth's pulse.

Leonhardt's words were vague and without any basis or certainty, but they fell into Weishardt's mind.

There are only a few things you can do on your own. Then I will only do my best in human resources.

"Right. Shall we strengthen the escort for now? There may be a fool trying to make an unwanted mess of this one. She's kind of dangerous."

Weishardt turns the glass and rocks the ice callously, he mouths Brandy. Although it is not quite as intoxicating as it is with some alcohol, I like that the ice melts slightly and the taste changes. While we were talking, the glass of ice had gotten a lot smaller and Brandy had diminished over his taste, but Weishardt drank the rest of the booze saying this wasn't too bad.