The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

The "Temple of the Spirit" was completed only by the wall and ceiling with a short delivery period of one week, thanks to the cooperation of the adventurers. Later, if I have Daisies and Bromomintera planted sparsely around me, they will flourish on their own.

On the last day of the Temple's construction, a 'cursed treasure' was brought into the Labyrinth Crusader Army as everyone watched.

Try to be protected by a bunch of soldiers, and two soldiers come in with boxes that seem to hold one behind the man in the robe. The box is covered with a number of seal-like papers and strings, and the horrors of what has been contained from its severity are seeping out. The man in the robe, wearing a hood deep in his eyes and not seeing his face, is probably familiar with the spell from that outfit.

Only one of the temple windows is fitted on the outside, and the window with the inner pedestal is lowered to the central floor of the temple. The four corners are roped, and the tip of the rope leads to the winder through several pulleys attached to the ceiling and elsewhere. If the adventurers turn the winder and hand the rope, the window frame can be pulled up.

Spellmen and soldiers walking near the pedestal.

As Rove's magician lifts his hand steadily, the box housed in "Cursed Treasure" is lowered to the ground, and the two soldiers he has carried step back. Near the pedestal of the window frame is a rounded fire, and inside is a leaf of holy tree dried with firewood. The two soldiers lit a candle of light after sprinkling the water in a circle to surround the pedestal along the candle.

Perhaps the glowing water tied a simple line by pairing it with the barbed fire with the leaves of the holy tree in the holy water. When the spellmaster casts a spell, he unseals it one by one.

Gokuri.

The watching adventurers breathe. Finally, the seal was sealed and the box lid was opened.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no A creepy object that instinctively frightens you, looking like rust or a collection of black little bugs.

Some of the adventurers have seen it.

"It's a curse...... It really was a treasure for the curse..."

Somebody leaked a whine, and the inside of the temple calms down.

The spellman took a glass cup out of the box filled with creepy black things that seemed like a hug when he got his hands on it without fear.

When it comes to glass, it's not a clear and beautiful thing. It's a green cup close to black, like a mixture of dark shades of glass like green and brown. It looks all black and cloudy because of the black curse that gushes from inside.

The shape is so inappropriate, it looks like a vessel made by a child. I may have been distracted by the power of the curse. It is also believed that the culprit of the curse is the child who created this vessel. A curse unstable in an unstable vessel causes various imaginations of what you see and stirs up feelings of anxiety.

"Perhaps……. What kind of curse is hanging..."

Spellmasters watching the adventurers and the soldiers of the Labyrinth Crusaders roll away place their cursed cups on the pedestal and secure them with hardware to prevent them from falling. The center of the hardware is equipped with a spell tool that is engraved with something like a crest. Is it a seal that keeps the curse from overflowing?

After installing the cup, the magician turns to Gordon, who refrains by his side. Gordon snorts heavily.

Hanging holy water from his head by two soldiers, Gordon circles the line, riding next to the pedestal, on the window frame.

"Lift me up."

At Gordon's direction, the winder is wound and a window frame with Gordon and the 'Cursed Treasure' is raised to the ceiling.

No matter how much 'cursed treasure' is installed, it is the carpenter's job to secure the window frame. This is the job of Gordon Bungliang, who was entrusted with this task.

"Oh man..."

"Good luck, man!

Unexpectedly cheering adventurers. Falling pompous from the ceiling would be the squiggling of holy water hung by Gordon. I can't believe I'm freaking out and leaking.

Upon reaching near the ceiling, Gordon moves to the scaffold provided and quickly secures the window frame. After fixing, seal and paper. Done.

Light plugs into the double window of a lattice like a magic formation. The light through the double lattice forms the shadow of a complex magic formation and plugs into the interior of the temple. One by one, this window frame seals the Curse Treasure, and the two overlapping shadows must have some special effect.

As he untied the rope that was tied to the window frame and tied one to his waist, Gordon slowly went down to the ground.

"Finished."

Gordon to proclaim heavily. The spellman nodded and quietly followed the temple with the guards of the Labyrinth Crusaders.

Cheers of the springing adventurers.

"Oh man! You're really amazing!

"Oh, that's our boy!

"I installed such a terrible curse treasure!

That's right. That's right, thriving adventurers. 'That's so horrible', but no one actually knows how horrible it is. But it's better not to know. There must be more disaster than just knowing it makes you a urine leaking bastard. They instinctively understand that curiosity destroys them.

Says the treasure curse activates at night. Don't come near this place at night. Yes, never.

With that conversation, the adventurers involved in building the Spirit's temple celebrated and drank it.

From a few days after the completion of the temple, a number of baggage cars loaded with sand from the sand quarry were brought into the temple. Although the sand from the sand quarry is of good quality, impurities still remain to be used in potion bottles. Therefore, Ludans are transported to the temple after the sorting machine created by the glassmakers and magician engineers of the labyrinth city.

Once each carriage is brought to the temple, leave only the luggage and take the carrier's riding beast. Lock the gates on the Labyrinth City side so that no one can accidentally enter and be cursed. But the small door on the Devil's Forest side will not be locked. Because this is the door for spirits to come and go.

When I go to the temple overnight, the sand of my luggage is shining light with Shizuku of Life in it. The spirits must have visited to break the curse, as told by the old books of the Schusenwald Borderline House.

On rare days when there is no change in the sand, it is the work of the whimsical Spirit that convinces those involved in transportation.

The Spirit must be a girl. Some people say that. He said he visited the liver test and heard a voice from inside saying, "No, no, no, no." Asked him if he had seen him, he fled with his life when he was attacked by a fireball that suddenly appeared.

"I'm sure the Spirit and the Curse are fighting."

Rumors call for rumors, and the temple of the Spirit begins and ends with the appearance of even those who make offerings. Everyone in the labyrinth city believed the story of the horrible 'Curse Treasure' was also witnessed by adventurers involved in its construction, and with the Labyrinth Crusaders reinforcing their logic, nothing approached the temple of the Spirit at night.

Ludans and glassmakers process the sand filled with Shizukuishi into potion bottles. The sudden increase in demand for glassmakers increased all at once, creating many jobs in addition to the special needs of medicinal herbs.

"I'm in trouble."

Gordon and Johann laugh at Niyanya while helping Ludan complain about being too busy.

"Nevertheless, it has gone according to Master Weishardt's plan"

"Was I acting like a psycho?

"Well, the props were so elaborate."

"Dad leaked it, too."

"Leaky Torah!!!

"The Temple of the Spirit" is actually a total lie.

"The Cursed Treasure" is just a toy that the wise man made by throwing away a bottle of liquor. Sora, it's supposed to be a crooked, lousy vessel like the one the kid made.

A short walk from the temple of the Spirit into the Devil's Forest is the exit of a large underground water supply.

No details have been given to Gordon and the other Dwarves except to say that they will build what will be the 'Temple of the Spirit'. Although the window frames of the magic formations are also imitations of the magic formations of the talismans, there is no way that they can work with objects that are prone to distortion like iron finishing.

The Gordons had been informed of the truth and asked to cooperate, except for the identity of the Spirit, because pursuing the details would reveal that the Temple of the Spirit itself was false.

"But at the time I came to work for you?

"Right. It's a bad idea."

"She's a really handy lady."

Oh, I'm thirsty. I want tea on "Wood Leak Day". There's that stylish tea that blows away the tiredness of creating potion bottles. The three of us probably have the same thoughts.

"I'm gonna take a break."

"Overstuffing of roots can make work efficiency worse"

"The designated seat of the eagle, so as not to be taken by Master Weishardt, with the smell on it"

The three Dwarves interrupted potion bottle making and quickly headed to the "Wood Leak Day".

Mariela and Siege through the big underground water supply at night, and the master heads to the Devil's Forest. Finally, the night escapes. Because my master over-touched my liquor bill.

That situation may have happened 200 years ago, but the more labyrinth cities you make today, the more potions you can sell, so how much can you drink all you want instead of your master trying to drink? They say that the Black Iron Transport Corps is carrying more and more good liquor from Teito, so even if Mariella wants to escape, her master won't let her escape.

Together, they pass through the underground water supply and scratch the demon forest to reach the back entrance of the "Temple of the Spirit".

"Yeah, no one's here today either. Just in case, I'm going to look at the front door, so Sieg's on guard here. Mariella, come on."

"Yes."

"Yes."

Even today, after making potions in the morning, replenishing store items and taking care of the master, it is the treatment of sand for potion bottles at night. The four most weary masters opponents have taken on some of the sherry, and Mr. Amber is turning the "wood leak day" for me. So Mariella, who burns down her master, does her best to train her every day, and when Cal talks to her about her "sick and weak heroine," she also falls down with her patapata patterico and her magic running out with a bright blue frequency.

Mariella, who is wearing a master-sponsored 'good way to fall', falls fluffy towards the cushion she is preparing and sleeps as she is for about a minute, so it is recognized as nap time by the soldiers assigned to her. The image of Mariela being sick or delightful may be very difficult.

"Dear Alchemist (Mariella), you are well again today."

Having received reports that, for example, Weishardt was not exposed to the harsh smelting training that would have stopped him screaming if he had known the facts, and was being pursued by the task of recreating the "Temple of the Spirit" plan and other proposals that his master had zackled at an absurd level into a viable plan.

I creep through the little back door of "The Temple of the Spirit" and go inside. This door is mainly for Mariella and is a little narrow for Siege to enter. A device that supplies magic to multiple illuminated magic devices is installed just a short distance from the back door. The three Gordons, who heard that the Spirit had fallen in the dark, hastily added, "For the Spirit." It can be described as a gift full of love. By the way, the treasure's 'curse' is just an effect, something that doesn't actually do any harm.

A dozen carriages full of white sand line the brightened "Temple".

Mariella goes around one carriage at a time to immobilize Shizuku of Life.

(Sewing and moving through the gap in the luggage truck is a pain in the ass. I wish I could do it all together)

If you cover all the inside of this temple with a huge "smelting space," you can grasp the sand at once. Like my hands and feet are stretched out a lot, like my eyes are on the back as well. If you can grasp the rest, you can use the same procedure as usual to include Shizuku of Life all at once.

"" Smelting Space, Shizuku of Life, Fixed-- "

Put whatever image you can think of on your skills so that it spills out of your mouth with polarity.

"Done..."

This much sand at once. Until now, it has never been possible.

(Me, growing...?

Was it an achievement that I was desperate to make potions on a daily basis to counter my master?

(My master wasn't drinking and playing, but to make me do everything in my power to make potions......?

Mariela felt the gratitude of her teacher.

You have to respect your master more and be gentle. Today, when Mariella showed up before cleaning, it stopped in an exquisitely disturbing position, so she swept it away with a "."

"Master, Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa"

Although the master may have been happy because he was laughing at Mariella, who said that and bumped into her. Mariella doesn't really understand what a drunk is saying or doing.

When Mariela left the "Temple of the Spirit," only Sieg waited.

"That was fast."

"Yeah. Looks like I've improved and I could do it all at once. Let's pick up the master."

Sieg and I, we bypass the outer perimeter of the temple and head to the main gate of the table, Mariella.

What she saw there.

"Um, have some pretty good booze. If a fireball chases you, you're right to ask forgiveness for good liquor! Oh, there's a knob too! That's sweet!

Apparently the gratitude Mariella felt was her fault.

"Master! What are you doing! You know, even the temple of lies has hands on offerings! Unbelievable."

"Ma, Mariela!? Isn't it early?

"Sishono Okagedesoo. Let's go home, Sieg. But let's lock up so no one comes in that's punishing us!

"Mariella, come on."

The story that the liquor offered to the "Temple of the Spirit" was decreasing became rumoured among the adventurers for some time, but only in the beginning was the liquor decreasing, and soon the liquor stopped decreasing.

"The wrath of the Spirit has been lifted."

That's how the adventurer who offered the booze appeased, but the "Spirit" surrogate who is wielding "Shizuku of Life" in "The Temple of the Spirit" will still be chasing the fireball generator with the ".