The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Here was the report of the scouts who finished crusading the fifty-fourth tier, the pillars floating in the sea, and finished exploring the fifty-fifth tier.

"Hierarchy 55 is a warm, lush, large forest, where no aggressive demons were discovered"

He was the first member to land on the 55th hierarchy even though he was a fool like that, but it was a lush ever-summer great forest, no doubt a report of scouts. Colorful flowers bloom there, and the trees bear fruits that emit sweet aromas. If this was the Devil's Forest, the demons would soon be pushing over in large quantities, but the butterflies would dance and the flying worms would just soak the nectar, and the demons would not come out.

Outside the labyrinth is winter. A warm and fruitful 55 tiers of naturally loose vigilance soldiers reached out to the fruitful nuts beside them. It is a slightly more expensive fruit found in wholesale markets in labyrinth cities. Glossy coloured and ripe. Beyond the thin skin is probably packed with golden sweet fruit with plenty of fruit juice.

There are demons in the labyrinth, but plants suitable for each stratified climate grow and bear fruit. Because edible plants are so delicious that they have a deep hierarchy, the fruit here must be sawdust good.

"Hey, we're in the middle of an operation. Don't do that."

Sooner than his companions beware, the fruit-bearing soldier hung on the fruit without peeling.

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There was a massive overflow of golden pulp in the fruit.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, geh..., heh, heh..."

A soldier who spits out his fruit. Many black bean-like worms spill from the spit out pulp, disappearing into the shadows of the scabs and grass. In their hands, which had fruit, and even around their mouths, they snapped, and their necks propagated through their clothes and armor to escape.

"Huh..........................................................................................................................................."

Soldiers who peel their white eyes and pass out on the spot.

He was the No. 1 shepherd of the 55th hierarchy. Though there was no physical damage, his treatment (mental care) lasted a long time, and he said that even after returning to the front, he could no longer eat any fruit. It would have been too tragic a nightmare.

The fifty-fifth hierarchy was "Black Devil's Forest".

The whole story will gradually become apparent as we continue our search. A 1m grade black demon (cockroach) you will find many.

The thing a soldier has eaten must be a black demon's toddler body.

There are no false reports of scouts, and there are no aggressive demons here. Black demons of 1m grade are demons, but they do not attack people. He moves around very cockroachy, sliding his flat body into a gap between grass and rock and disappears somewhere. No matter how big your body is, its habits remain the same. They just eat fruits and fallen leaves in the 55th tier, lurk in the shade and live quietly. Because of this nutritious forest, it may have grown to as large as 1 m.

And in Weishardt's view, they're the hierarchical owners of the 55th hierarchy. The door to the lower tier will not open until you leave one unattended and extinct.

The attack power of the Black Devil is not strong enough. Horrible is its defense and strength. Resist all sorts of magic and will not die if attacked by any other demon. What kind of organism does it mean to continue its activity for a while even if it smashes its head? All the soldiers in the Labyrinth Crusader Army, who were told with pleasure that the scouts' wormers had "multiple brains and hearts," looked very disgusted.

Still, if you look at the strength of a single unit, it is not possible to defeat even a C-rank adventurer at 1: 1 as long as it takes in an isolated room.

It is possible to defeat the Labyrinth Crusader led by General Leonhardt.

If the black devil doesn't even run away.

The demons of the Devil's Forest look cute when they gush out tiredly. The black devil attacks his sight with so many eye-catching colors, forms and movements, and attacks his hearing with the sound of a razor. It must be an abyss and advanced mental attack that will not be captured by magic and other tricks. Why run when you say it is? Hit-and-away method of warfare? Weishardt cursed as far as words were concerned in the conference room that escape was bad, but the name did not float to break the status quo.

Hot water did not work on black demons with enhanced toughness, nor did the operation that rained soapy water according to the idea of a female soldier who said detergent solution would work on black demons whose trees in the Great Forest blocked them and escaped into leaf gaps in the trees. In the fancy scenery where the wind blew and the chavon balls danced and danced, I just saw a chaotic sight of a black demon flying through the big sky like I had won. Stores dealing with soap, including "Wood Leaked Days," made only a little money, but the Labyrinth Crusaders are mentally devastated.

Sometimes the entire hierarchy was burned down by magician soldiers led by Weishardt, who boiled the business. Weishardt laughing high in front of the burning fire was a mess horrible, "I don't know which one is the devil," Leonhardt whined in his heart, but to his surprise, the forest was regenerating back to normal the next day. And the black devil, of course. No, I guess it wasn't completely back to normal. There were no fruits in the forest, and the black devil was only an individual of a small size at a time. Lack of food, because the black demons were eating and fishing for their troops with gaps in the Labyrinth Crusaders who were sweeping ahead of the reclaimed Great Forest.

"Perhaps an individual hatched from an egg that escaped the fire has grown rapidly. What a vitality. Excellent."

A worm I admire wholeheartedly. Weisshalt, who noticed the black demon that was killing the soldiers, silently slammed the black demon into the fire magic, forcing him to retreat that day.

(This time it's all cooked again? Next time, we need to be careful how we manage our food……)

Leonhardt holds his head down like he's tired in his own room at the Labyrinth Crusader Base. The same was true of the "Floating Pillars in the Sea," but the hierarchy continues to try to buy time without attacking rather than destroying the Labyrinth Crusaders. The black demons in particular escape on tough tops, and even if they set fire to the hierarchy, as they do today, they play it the next day. It is difficult for a soldier not to fall due to lack of acid, but more than that, Weishardt's appearance does not taste good this time. I hate bugs, and I guess they're forcing the black devil against them. It's coming like someone else.

When Marlowe brought the Alchemist (Mariella) Insecticide Specialist Potion, he said, "I can't wait, Marlowe! That's the drug that kills him!," he stuffed with a glitzy eye.

"Yes, this is the recommended way to use it."

Marlow, who unexpectedly takes a step back on Weishardt's remaining sword screen, offers the explanatory notes Mariella did with the potion.

"F, hufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufu... Get ready now! The materials are supposed to be all over the base! Make it to tomorrow's crusade! We still have six minutes till dawn!

After reading the description of the potion to lick it, Weishardt orders you to work all night, even naturally.

"Sir."

Upon receiving the explanatory notes and potions in the vicinity, the customer returned the instructions to respond to this emergency case. If you think of Weisshardt, who wears out and even releases his killer to his black demon opponent, you have nothing to say about staying up all night. If you look at the black bear underneath your eyes, it's obvious that you haven't slept better than anyone else.

"We'll do our best, so get some sleep."

Whether such a soldier's wish arrived or simply the potion worked well, the black demon who fed on one of the five varieties of potion elaborated stopped moving during about a dozen counts, resulting in reports that he disappeared without leaving any eggs.

"Mass production!! Estimate their maximum habitat from the area of the 55th tier! We're doomed!

Weishardt is like a mad dictator screaming "It's annihilation, sweep, leave no one alive" with a floating face of the neighborhood firmly under his eyes. I can't help but destroy them all, because I can't attack 55 hierarchies, and most importantly, because they're black demons, which is a terribly appropriate expression.

"Weishardt, get some sleep"

For the rest of his brother's appearance, the worried Leonhardt activated the General's order and laid Weishardt to sleep.

(If you're not even a hierarchical master, you don't want to poison anyone who doesn't attack you as much as a black demon.)

Leonhardt, who didn't care what the black devil looked like, felt a little pity for the black devil who looked and hated him furiously.

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"Uh, another such drink. Sieg's not here, and I can't."

"Let's figure out how we can do this better than an excuse we can't."

Murrow answers Murray and Gone Mariella in a crisp and honest way. I can speak to my boss, but it doesn't work for Mariela. What Mariella wants is cocoa for me when I'm tired, rice for me to make and eat with, and a voice for me to forgive when I do something stupid.

In short, Mariella was in a big mood because she kept drooling her own natural mess in the absence of the other party. At the earliest, Muriella is all I want to say.

"The one who treated the sasolar stone with slime acid or something is one of the ingredients, but I have five to ten times the sasolar stone to get the ingredients I need for the potion. It's so heavy, I can't do it alone. Oh, and do you have a good example of dough with eating? What would you do if you accidentally ate the dough?"

I guess Mariella's mood would have gotten somewhat better with a word like "no, don't eat it" here, but Marlow just whines, "is it poisonous to humans too......"

"Then let's outsource the processing of the sasolar stone, as it does not use the Shizuku of life. In the form of a suggestion only, please consider the formula of the bait on the basis of your proposal."

Marlow pushes Mariella's burden relief and the job rationally with one heart wanting to help Weishardt break down day by day.

"I will have this quote tomorrow, excluding outsourcing costs"

I stabbed Mariella in the todome in work mode until the end, but he didn't have any malice. Thanks to this, Mariella's mouth remained a letter to until she enjoyed chatting with Carolines the next day for a treat.

Having heard the "Alchemist (Mariella) in a good mood" alert, Weisshalt added sweets to the "Wood Leak Day," and Nielenberg, who had been given the most unpleasant order to "get in a good mood," was unable to stop Mariella from nagging the sweets. Weaknesses in the management system of the Labyrinth Crusaders emerge when Muriella's Gonede passes.

Mal (...) Ella continued to make potions while devouring snacks by herself until Sieg and the others returned, not knowing if she was mucked or mucked.