The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

It was raining without stopping.

I haven't seen sunny weather in days. The rain, which continued to fall thin among the sunless clouds, made the labyrinth in the heart of the city even more gloomy a place called the Labyrinth City, which descended on the Devil's Forest outside.

The walls of a wet town accentuate its dim hues, and the whole city seems to be in mourning.

"Mariella, the new detergent for room drying is very popular! You all say it doesn't smell bad. I didn't know there was such a problem during the rainy season!

Caroline speaks to Mariella with a brighter tone than usual.

"Yeah… I'm glad it helped………………"

Seriously. Mariella responds with a whisper while the item drips.

"Mariella! It's a new treat! This is amazing. I use cow's milk cheese, not yagoo. So I have no habits and I am rich. Besides, you seem to melt your tongue. If you eat something like this, you'll swing to your mouth."

Merle from the drug grass store brings a sweet with hardened cow's milk. Cow's milk and other luxury items in labyrinth cities. Because there is not enough land to carry out livestock production, we see many yagoos that can withstand coarse food, ride and carry, and take meat and milk, but the number of livestock reared solely for consumption is extremely small and only goes up to the noble table.

This is also a bespoke treat sent by the Schusenwald family.

"Ah......, I'll be in trouble if I get fat............ I can't diet in the labyrinth anymore..."

Seriously. Mariella grips the hem of her jacket cuddly.

I remember Lynx chased me up the labyrinth hierarchical staircase and my eyes were all over me.

(Shit! You have to do something!) Gordon, who received Mr. Merle's glance in the face, starts to pretend and butt pretend on a designated chair.

"Ma, Miss Mari! Here, here, here's what you do on these humid days. Horses, chairs are perfect!"

Quite impossible. It's a conversation. And what are we going to do with just the seats on the chairs?

Are you polishing for Weishardt? My friendship with Caroline hasn't progressed, Weishardt, but is it already butt meet with Gordon? I've never even had a conversation. I'm two different people.

"……, Mr. Gordon, chair, wipe it and go home."

Seriously, seriously.

Looks like Mariella's getting more serious. Shut up and point to a cleaning rag.

"Mariela……, your package has arrived…………"

Seriously. Siege, which maintains more humidity than Mariella, faces out the door that leads to the residential area and speaks to Mariella. Siege is more delicate in nature than Mariella. The original wet personality is put on top of the Lynx case, creating an even more sober atmosphere.

"Yeah. I'm coming now, Sieg...... Sorry, Amber, store please………"

Seriously, seriously.

"Okay, if you make a nice scented soap, you'll feel different."

Mr. Amber drops off Mariella heading to the workshop saying so.

"Wood Leak Day," where Mariella and Sieg both disappeared, I feel like I've lost my mind or humidity.

"Mariella, you're hurting me. It's delightful. But..."

Caroline stares sadly at the door they left.

"Yep. I know it's hard. But I don't know......"

"Seriously, I think I'm going to grow mushrooms"

"Yeah."

I agree with what someone said about a mushroom growing. Together.

In labyrinth cities, death is neighboring, and it's not uncommon to leave the world as young as Lynx.

It can be very painful, but we all live with it carved into our hearts. I have been entrusted and entrusted with the time we spent together. Those who live in labyrinth cities believe that it is the memorial that the survivors form.

Of course, after Lynx's death, I know Mariela and Sieg started doing what they could each do. I don't know what that is, but it conveys that you two are making a desperate effort.

However, the possibility of immersing oneself in grief at all times and torturing oneself to lick the wound for both of us made me feel like I was looking at the protagonist of some tragedy.

Thankfully, a delicious mushroom-growing combination was created.

"Sieg, is this all the ingredients? I can still make it. Magic Still What's Left!

"Mariela, you can't force it. Even yesterday, you made 200 advanced potions combined with specialized advanced potions! If anything happens to Mariella, I..."

Mesmerizing, mesmerizing.

Even though the solo workshop is fully open with ventilated magic props, it's usually wet.

It is moister than a synthetic slime slacken composed almost of moisture, which exhales buckwheat and mucus.

Mushrooms are really going to grow.

The usual Mariella would say, "Wow, it's a new breed of mushrooms. Get the ingredients for free!" Even though I'm going to say it, "mushrooms are growing now," it's an ingredient. I have to make potions, me, me! "" Mariella "and other conversations are likely to increase the production of mushrooms.

Weishardt also found this somewhat confusing.

We have heard that the aftermath of the previous Red Dragon crusade put the Alchemist (Mariella) at risk. It is not generally disclosed that a constant labyrinth attack is taking place from the basement of the Labyrinth Crusade Army Base, and no action will be taken to make the Labyrinth inaccessible in case a strong enemy may appear in the shallow hierarchy during the defeat. However, given the importance of the Alchemist (Mariella), he should have been accompanied by soldiers of the ranks of the detachment at all times, even if he had been forced to do so for reasons. At the very least, we should have been able to grasp the behavior and change the sampling date to avoid letting them enter the labyrinth on crusade days with many uncertain elements.

Normally, I wear Nielenberg, and I thought there was nothing wrong with my strength because I had two A-rank adventurers sticking around. Weishardt thinks he's lost consciousness of his Red Dragon War and missed the action of the Alchemist (Mariella).

As a result, he lost one of the young elites of the Black Iron Transport Corps to help the Alchemist (Mariella). Dick and Mallow were originally part of the Labyrinth Crusaders and had not had much experience losing company during their assignments. Although I never get used to losing a dear companion, I learn how to take the death, understand the cause, and move forward. Leonhardt and Weishardt were more than that, so the Alchemist (Mariella) thought they were the same.

The alchemist (Mariella) who appeared did not appear to have survived the death of a young man named Lynx, because it was a spectacular meeting to renew his determination to go along with him by conveying the current state of the Red Dragon crusade and apologizing.

If the failure of the Red Dragon Crusade led to the death of Lynx, it was easy to tell him that he (Weishardt) was responsible for not telling him about the possibility and letting him enter the labyrinth. Weishardt knew that would not lead to the death of a young man named Lynx.

Labyrinth crusades will continue. Dick and Mulroe, who have offered to join us, may be killed, and a Labyrinth Crusader (Mariella) may die while the Alchemist (Mariella) advances the attack. Every time you blame yourself, you won't be able to stand the battle.

I attributed the Mariellas to the "Wood Leak Day" not just because the "Wood Leak Day" security system was already in place. Because making potions at four or six o'clock in a bad environment doesn't lead to productivity. What we expect from an alchemist (Mariella) is not only the workforce that increases potions, but also the thread of a hierarchical strategy, guided by deep knowledge and the thoughts on which it is based.

I still can't make "Ice Essence Protection" for a premium potion that could be used to attack me, and I haven't got the scales of red dragons needed for "Dragon Man Drugs," a type of polymorph (transformation) medicine that can transform me into a body close to a species called Dragon Man who can operate even in harsh environments.

Now Mariella hasn't digested Lynx's death yet, and she's just creating a potion with depression. At first, if I brought in the massive amount of Luna Magia I had the Labyrinth Crusaders collect, I would repeat my life falling out of magic until Luna Magia ran out. It's not like the deceased would float to the point where he would just torture himself.

(Girl as she looks, you mean...... You need time)

Having so determined, Leonhardt and Weishardt dare to engage in a conversation they do not love at the dinner table. The first step is to get your smile back. Because I'm sure she'll walk out if she gets her feelings sorted out.

(Well, what's the matter……)

Weishardt can come to an idea. If it is an advanced potion, sufficient stock can be secured for previous deliveries. However, there is no proposal against the Red Dragon.

I wanted to find a way out of Ermela's husband, Void, who disabled Red Dragon's brace and showed it to me, but somehow I asked for help, and he refused because he didn't have the means to attack the Red Dragon down to the ground even if he could protect it.

At the moment, the only means available to the Labyrinth Crusaders was to send soldiers to each tier of the Labyrinth and kill them to hinder the growth of the Labyrinth at all.

Finally, it was glued.

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A land where soil, stones, and molten and hardened grass do not grow.

Such a place was also deep in the Devil's Forest, reminiscent of the labyrinth 56 hierarchy that held back the Labyrinth Crusaders.

It is one of the fierce battlefields of the Devil's Forest flood (Stampede) 200 years ago.

The fierce majesty of the flames wielded by the 'Sage of Flaming Disasters', which landed in the abyss of the Devil's Forest, where A-rank demons roamed, burned heaven, melted the earth and buried numerous demons. It is also said that the demonic momentum that struck the Kingdom of Endalgia was greatly reduced, and that only marginally, people were able to survive, and that the army of the Schusenwald family, which visited the rescue immediately after the flooding of the Demonic Forest (Stampede), managed to secure the area where people lived.

Remnants of that battle are still left, and even though the area of scorched earth has shrunk considerably, the earth of grasshopper death is still left behind. There are A-rank dragons living around here as they were 200 years ago, so only the top adventurers, such as Dick, have visited the place.

The rain that keeps falling softly pours into the Devil's Forest.

For the barren earth has nothing to whisper about, but the earth that is melted and hardened by the pouring rain is shredded slightly.

The water will shred the weakness of the earth, and the rocks will crack, to the wind, weathered by the water and turn into a little more ordinary earth.

Close to the forest, the fallen leaves have rotted and become dirt, and the fallen seeds are sprouting and the forest is spreading. Some tall trees grew inside, and there was a sudden lightning strike on one of them.

A tree that rips and falls while burning. Neither the shock of a lightning strike nor the sound of a tree falling is so rare. There was nothing to make a scene about the impact of the lightning strike other than a little bird that could not fly in the rain leaning against each other in the shade of a tree.

So no one living in the Devil's Forest noticed a hole in the corner of the scorched earth due to the impact of the fallen tree.

dokun

The stopped heart moves out. Blood that was frozen swept away and his lungs asked for oxygen.

Hugh, breathe, and a great deal of dust burst into his mouth.

"Geho, goho, kaha"

It's hard to breathe, I don't have enough oxygen and my head hurts. I want air, fresh air.

Ventilation

Anyone who wakes up at the bottom of a hole with a mouth opens thinks of fresh air with the magic of "ventilation," with an acid-deficient, hazy head.

(Why is this happening?

Shizuku of Life

When the awakened man aligns his hand with the shape of the vessel, he drinks it up so that it draws out water that shines white and light. Thoughts that gradually become clearer, every cell awakens, and the body takes power away.

As he spread the hole drilled in the ceiling to blow it up with the magic of a blast of flames, the awakened jumped lightly and jumped out of the underground cavern. Surrounded by demon forests and scorched earth. I remember this earth of death.

"I've been drinking quite a bit in the woods. This feels like I've been sleeping a lot longer..."

As I scratched my head and shook off the accumulated dust, the earth dragon sniffed the magic of men appeared as it swept down the trees.

Zushin, Zushin and pushing ground dragons. Back length will be over 3m. Looks like a dragon with a long tail, but the difference would be to walk on four legs? None of the legs are thick, short and agile, but they have an overwhelming mass and an armored epidermis of steel.

This is the Devil's Forest, and all the demons have been subjected to flesh, so knocking them down won't make the remains disappear. If he could have had the hard ground dragon material, he would have gained enough wealth. In fact, before the establishment of the Black Iron Transport Corps, Dick and Marlow challenged the ground dragon in the land, because they launched the Black Iron Transport Corps with the materials obtained.

Naturally, it is impossible to deal with multiple enemies at the same time, even if they are Dick. It was a hunt for Marlow to guide, contact and create a one-on-one situation.

Three such ground dragons.

He surrounds the awakened, salivating that it is a good bait.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. There were these guys. It was a lot worse."

Wake up whining freely. When one eye of the earth dragon captures the man and glows thinly, countless stone spears pop out of the earth.

Stonelance

It is the magic of the earth that the dragon manipulates. Though the earth dragon's movements are not nimble, he manipulates the magic of the earth to capture and devour his prey. Its defense is hard to defeat because it is strong and hard to get through damage. It is also a difficult enemy with a quick magic attack.

But when the person gently jumped out of the hole and landed at the tip of the stone lance, it gave him an unpleasant word.

"Ugh."

Even then, you grew spears off the ground. That's why it bothered me and I put it all together and did it 'melted'.

"O flame, my family, sing and dance with me." The Flaming Invitation. "

The man's, as if the heat in the atmosphere had condensed in the call of "The Wise Man of Flame Disaster," winds several flames in the air, and both the stone spears grown from the ground and the ground dragon are involved, dancing mad as the pillars of flame swirl. No matter how hard the epidermis boasts, it can't be safe to be deprived of air by a swirling flame and burned with high heat. The wise man of flaming disaster circles in the midst of the flames, watching the earth dragon fall to the ground by squeezing an extinct demon out of the back of his lungs.

As he danced, when his arm waved to take command, the pillars of flame that dominated the place ceased to disappear to scratch out, and only the ground dragon that raised the smoke there remained when he blurted.

"Mm-hmm. It's overcooked. I can't eat this."

When the Devil's Forest flooded (Stampede), the dragon that had stepped into a man's ego blew the magic with all his might. The ground dragon, on the other hand, burned the earth to its own house, but the basement was safe because it was sturdy. That basement was quite a boon. The flaming sage praises himself and makes him feel better when he says he is the boulder. It was the carpenter who built the basement, not the savior of the flames.

At that time, I rushed into the basement because I had raised a little too much fire and my magic was about to run out. I should have made it weak enough today, but it's hard to call it fire reduction. Even though it's good meat in the corner, it's not going to be eaten with this.

Little fires like lanterns are incredibly difficult for you. So there's a lantern in the basement with plenty of fuel along with a makeshift death magic team. Kampeki.

"Hmm? Lantern's...... fire?

Uh,,,,, and a pitiful scream, the flaming wise man crouches in.

I always forget because I bump it outside. If you light a fire in the Chamber, you'll run out of oxygen.

Even after Stampede left, he couldn't come back to sleep. All the way until the melted and hardened inlet opens.

"How long have you been……………"

The mourning of the wise man of the flaming calamity echoed vainly into the forest.

Depressing for 10 seconds. Unlike some alchemist, the resurrection is fast.

"Let's go. Maybe he's awake, too. I'm hungry, and I won't be home for a long time!

When he stripped some of the demonic stones and usable materials from the three earth dragons so that even the flowers on the side of the road could be picked, the flaming wise man walked out toward the labyrinth city.

The rain had stopped only at what time, and the light had plunged into the clouds.