The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Thoughts go around.

Going around the same place.

If that was a spiral, it would move forward a little bit, but nothing would encourage this room to move forward.

This room, like a box composed of stone walls, ceilings and tight doors, is filled with ventilated magic equipment that keeps pumping in timely air at all times, and meals that cannot be changed three times a day, but are not overly scarce, are brought in from the small entrance. I don't know the face of the person delivering the meal, and I don't get a reply when I talk to him.

This room without windows consists of a bedroom, a living room and a toilet, and a bathroom, equipped with everything you need to live. But that's all I have, and I didn't even do anything to comfort his boredom, except for a letter or book from a family that I could rarely deliver.

Letters anointed with ink of censorship and the kind of calm and effortless books are not enough for him, and even if they give him only a few moments of comfort, they immediately pull him back into a circle of thought that will never be cut infinitely.

With the exception of three meals a day, where the temperatures remained unchanged and the scenery was not visible, it was not even possible to know how the time had passed, in this room where the time had stopped, all he had were memories of the past that he could not recover.

What if, what if, what if...

What does it mean to imagine a future that could not have happened, with repeated thoughts in the past?

"Counting stone eyes is no different."

If even the stone continues to glide, it will rub off and change its shape. Did the circle of thought that kept going round and round draw the same shape?

"I need someone to do the whole magician thing"

How long did it take for a man to be locked up there?

What was the thought of a man who responded obediently, "I understand"?

No one can know that.

A man who did his part, however, would not return to this room again, and Weishardt, who had heard of the man's disappearance, was informed: 'The letters from the family delivered to the man were painted with ink so that the contents were unclear. But such censorship meant nothing to a man, and the man likely understood all the current state of the labyrinth city that his family had told him, "a report from the intelligence department.

"Don't walk in the middle of the road at the time of slavery!

In a sudden outcry, Mariella strengthens her body. Mariella, who gave Amber her store number and asked Shelley and the others to take care of her master, went home to buy dinner with Mr. Merle. At first glance, you look like you've got two daughters and an aunt, but there's no danger to Mariela where the chimpy adventurer made a scene because there's soldiers in private clothes on security around you.

"Oh, my God, there are so many more of them here."

Until just now, Merle, who had spoken so enthusiastically about the deals in the wholesale market with Peppa at Mariella's, has been standing in front of Mariella for some time. Because Mr. Merle is large both vertically and horizontally, Mariella is completely hidden behind Mr. Merle, and she has no idea what's going on from Mariella.

"I've never seen anything like that. Come on, let's go home for dinner!

Grab Mariella's shoulder and turn around. Let her do the right, Mr. Merle. It's early work. It's rough and half a turn. If you don't hear the noisy anger, say, "One more! One more time!" and would have sent an encore.

It's a good thing that new people are coming from the capital thanks to the demon removal potion, but I feel a little insecure. Master Cal seems to be busy since he arrived and hasn't shown up on the "Wood Leak Day". Master Cal is a Lady of the Agwinas family, so she has an escort since she was a little girl, and I don't think there's anything dangerous about it, but Mariella gets a little worried every time there's this kind of noise.

Even if it doesn't respond, it can be seen from the loud voices in my ear that some slave is involved and assaulted. That's all I was walking in the middle of the road for.

"Mr. Merle, contact the guard..."

Mariela understands her weakness, and she understands that if she sticks her neck in weird, she'll annoy the people around her. I didn't like Lynx enough to stain his skeleton. But even though innocent people are having a hard time, they feel resistant to running away without doing anything.

Merle grinned at Mariella like that and said, "It's okay, you're already in touch. I'll be soaking up soon," he said, gently pressing Mariella's back.

When Mariella, relieved by Mr. Merle's words, tried to leave the scene.

"The road is open to everyone."

I heard some philosophical language.

"Oh, my God. Are you trying to get along with me with such a little nari? You're going to have an umbrella, Chamberlain."

"Oh, you're getting interesting. Mariela, let's just take a look from behind."

Where was the escape hand until earlier, when Ms. Merle pushed Mariella into the shadow of an open-air merchant, she began to see the disturbance from the gap.

"Is that, Mr. Grandle!?

What Mariella saw from the gap between Mr. Merle and the open-air merchant was Nui, a Black Iron Transport Squad shield warrior, a slave who tugged around behind Grand Dollar and him. I guess they're coming back to the labyrinth city after delivery. Maybe they're shopping home too because there's a bunch of big buckets popping out of the wrap Nui held. Nui wants to hide behind the Grand Dollar, but the Grand Dollar has a slim shape like a young tree, so it looks round.

(If Mr. Grandle had about the width of Mr. Merle, he would have been well hidden!

Mariela crushing rude things in her heart. Even I once wanted Mal (...) Ella's name, but what if it's too much throat?

"Apparently, you're lost," said Grandl, a slim gentleman with a silk hat in a shrewd suit like a swallow tailcoat and a cuddly, thinly wrapped umbrella, talking to the chimpy adventurer as he touches his beard with his right hand.

If anything happens to Nui in the back, does he feel like running away with Mr. Grandle? He still looks like he said, "I've decided my belly." It would be a guy called Plump or Samurai Tremor. He's a fine wanderer himself, so he shouldn't be freaking out about his dick adventurer. Probably.

Viewing such a seemingly delightful pair as easy opponents, the chimpy adventurer surrounded the Grand Dollar away from the slaves of some store he was kicking on when he looked at the four of them with him.

"Right, we're lost and we don't have any money. I came all the way from Imperial City. So, old man, save all the money!

"Hmm, I was wondering if you were involved in a slave without sin or weapons, are you going to make a scene and make a change from your husband? It's a shame you think such an M.O. would work in this city."

Ugh, boy. Grand Dollar that spreads both hands to a W-shape with a face that's going to hear those words. Where my long legs are bent and crossed, it gives a strong impression of what it feels like to be making a fool of myself.

This is the only easy pose to understand. "I'm being ridiculed," even idiots would know.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's go!!!

"Yo, yo, yo, yo.

A grand dollar that further stirs up a chimpy adventurer who chewed on less of his anger. It always seems like a serious look, but the chimpy adventurer hasn't chewed it all up enough to make use of the five-step of the nya row. Is that a quick word? He seems to have a mean personality and a mouth that goes around a lot that doesn't suit the gentleman's appearance.

"I haven't chewed that much -!!!

A chimpy adventurer who runs out of bees in an extremely short time like a chimp hits the Grand Dollar. But.

"There you go."

I'll lend you the umbrella, just to say, when Grand sticks out his left hand with the umbrella, the chimpy adventurer flew in the opposite direction like he was jumped.

"What the hell did you do!?

The fellow chimpy adventurer is a chimpy adventurer after all, and he pulls out his weapon and cuts to the Grand Dollar, saying "do it together" or something after the agreed dialogue.

"Danger! Mr. Grandle!

Softly suppress Mariella's mouth as Merle winks as she almost screams.

"It's not dangerous, Mariella. Nevertheless. That's an easy development to understand. There's a manual in the world of chimps."

What kind of manual is that? A how-to book with easy-to-understand entanglements, the right chimpy language, and how to leave without noticing people? You don't look like the kind of person who subscribes to business books.

Before Mr. Merle finishes that, Mr. Grandle unfastens and opens his umbrella.

"This is Shield Bash."

No way, that's what happened.

Mariella's eyes are round.

When Mr. Grandle opened his umbrella and gently pushed forward, the adventurers were blown together, as if they had been pushed by the umbrella wind pressure.

"Wow!"

and so on, screaming plainly, falling around and not even moving pickly. Apparently, he passed out. Convenience?

"No way………, 'Umbrella/Shield Bash' ……………"

"Umbrella/Shield Bash". Wasn't it the children's retribution, the legendary special attack? That means that the first move to defeat the Chimpy Adventurer must be the Ambrella Sword, which can only be used in the "Yushiyaku of Densetsu". No, I also find it hard to throw away the line called Demon Knife/Umbrella Scam (Cassava), which is held by Sasha Kenyaku.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Mr. Granddle!

It's a bite to the very exciting Mariella. He jumps out of the shadows of the open-air merchant and Mr. Merle and rushes to the Grand Dollar, but the danger has already left. Mr. Merle just watches with his raw warm eyes.

"Mr. Grandle! Shh!"

Mariella surrounds the Grand Dollar with the kids from that area who have popped up feeling the same way Mariella does, and has a hot eye for 'Yushagura Doru'.

"Ho ho. Oh, Mariella. Giganja?"

Grand Dollar smiling and talking to Mariella.

No matter how many shield skills you have, its strength depends on the shield's defense. Because shield skills also affect the gear that is wrapped around them, all shields that are subjected to harsh attacks as avant-gardes are wrapped in heavy metal armor and equipped with highly defensive shields.

Even if it is a cloth knitted with demonic yarn, it is a cloth at best. It is only a material that can be cut with scissors. Even a special umbrella is an umbrella, to the extent that it may be prevented by rain grains or maybe hail. For using it as a shield, it is not something that can be made into a normal shield position, such as bouncing off weapon attacks by men who are also adventurers.

So it's not strange that Mariella and the kids around here stare at each other with respect.

"Hey, you, to umbrella shield bash, to toddler language. Isn't that a little too much ridicule?

To the penetration of one sober Mr. Merle, the Grand Dollar finally returned to me pulled his beard just a little shy, laughing "ho ho" and winking back.

Shield Gentleman Grand. If you do, you will have high shield skills, weak stomach and intestines, poor meat and fat, and weak muscles. Instead of heavy armor, the shield position has huge shields and other heavy shields that cannot be equipped. I can't move when I'm equipped. So his' shield armor 'has a wheel, and the Raptors pull it off.

The armored carriage, protected by Grand Dollar's shield skills, has long protected the convoy from demons chasing it at the rear of the Black Iron convoy.

And maybe in the future. It is the right material.