The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

"Dear Cal, are you staying the same today? You must be tired, let's make it tea."

Weishardt runs Caroline through the drug vault at the Labyrinth Crusader Base to confirm herbs.

Ever since the potion was commercially decided, Caroline has left the mansion in the morning to inspect the pest control dough factory before performing quality control of herbs in the Labyrinth Crusade Army.

I haven't had a face in "The Wood Leak Day" for a long time.

It's to draw attention inside and outside the labyrinth city about potions. You can't possibly go see Mariela.

Mariella's condition is heard from Weishardt.

Mariella, who had been badly depressed since she lost Lynx, said she had regained her energy thanks to a visitor named Master.

Weishardt wouldn't divulge the information that Mariella was an alchemist, but I thought Caroline had a recovered Mariella who kept making potions to the limit by herself for the labyrinth city. Then I'd like to help at all. Like when we used to work out drugs together.

Because of that, we have come to the name of quality control of herbs.

There is a lot area for storing potions and materials, and as the safest place, the Labyrinth Crusaders base has been chosen as the manufacturing storage facility for potions. The medicinal herbs bought by Labyrinth City pharmacists and delivered to the Merchant Alliance after processing such as drying are transported to the Labyrinth Crusaders. At this point, the quality of the herbs is more than constant, but the Labyrinth Crusaders have nothing familiar with the quality control of the herbs. Even when corner herbs are exposed to sunlight or improper temperature and humidity are managed, they quickly fail.

Caroline had managed everything from the quality characteristics to the quantity of inventory and storage period, and as a Labyrinth Crusader, she could have been more helpful.

"Today's tea is delicious, too. Well, so much for this cake, the misty fruit."

Weishardt stares at Caroline enjoying her tea with a grin and a smile.

I never thought, "Will it change today?", "Be in a good mood today." The day will come when I will say such a plain coat with more meaning than greeting.

I dare to be glad today that I miss someone. I can't be the earliest in such a simple way. Weishardt visits this room every day to make sure Caroline's okay.

The use of the Agwinas family to distract from the Alchemist (Mariella), both inside and outside the city, was a matter that was so definite that there was no room for consideration. Without having to manipulate the information, residents of labyrinth cities and aristocrats and merchants outside the city turned their attention to the Agwinas family, who had long been managing and researching potions.

However, Weisshardt didn't have any hair, such as the intention to use Caroline for the purpose. Robert was just quarantined in the name of "sanatorium." I planned to manipulate the information around him.

I can't believe Caroline herself came up with a name.

"If the Agwinas do not enter or leave the Labyrinth Crusaders, the suspicious will also appear."

Caroline is right. If she hadn't acted freely in the city and entered and left the Labyrinth Crusaders, some would have assumed that the Labyrinth Crusaders were imprisoning alchemists and forcing them to make potions. Bringing a good protest to the labyrinth city was not desirable at this time of year when trying to invite people from the outside.

So Caroline's choice is operationally desirable and strategically correct for a labyrinth city. Although.

(Glad you're safe today)

I didn't know I was going to visit Caroline in this way.

The fruit of the confectionery that Caroline regarded as stingy, and Weisshardt felt it was just watery, and the aroma of tea wouldn't calm her mind.

Caroline has many escorts and multiple security systems. Still, I can't say enough about safety.

I want to stop this dangerous thing right now and tell him to cage in the mansion. I want to hide by my side.

But Weishardt couldn't tell me that.

I'm sure Caroline is here knowing that she's dangerous and who she's protecting.

"I am the daughter of the Agwinas family."

That's what Caroline said. Weishardt's heart was so strongly captured. How can we trample on that determination?

(Always protect. And…………)

Weishardt does not speak of his own determination or thoughts.

Now is not the time.

Because the lights turned on by the Sage of the Flaming Disaster reached the cities that wanted the city of the Labyrinth through the darkness of the Devil's Forest.

As the lights of the dark night lead us, as many elephants as featherworms aim for the labyrinth city, and we are unable to reach it.

"Dad, Dad. I did it, I did it. Meh, meh, labyrinth, city."

"Oh, right, right. Well, good luck with that. Good luck, son."

Before dusk, the guard guarding the southwest gate of the labyrinth city looked at a merchant line that had passed through the forest of demons and reached the labyrinth city.

The owner-like little man of the caravan looks as though his spine is bent into a bow and carrying even luggage on his back. If you are a son with a very similar face, although he is small, his spine is stretched properly, but his expression always seems frightened by something whether he has suffered from a major injury in the past or not, and looking around hiccups and hiccups, he pulls the muscles of his face like a frightening and spastic.

Most importantly, since it was not uncommon in the labyrinth city to have suffered a major injury, it was not the appearance characteristics of the two men that made the guards flaunt their faces.

It was evident that the merchant parents and children, who wrapped around unscratched brand new armor and costly looking coats and asked to open the door in a fragrant manner, had not been treated properly by their skinny, dirty bodies or all-you-can-stretch hair or beard, wearing worn out clothes except for the adventure-like escort they had hired.

Even though the armor of the merchant parents and children is not even stained by scratches, the slaves who have been given cheap weapons on the verge of disposal have made cuts all over the place to seep blood because they have not even been given shoes instead of protective equipment. I guess I was able to get through the Devil's Forest in this condition thanks to a labyrinth city soldier selling an exorcism potion at the entrance stuffing, who used a sympathetic and plentiful exorcism potion.

Such a terrible treatment is not what you see in a labyrinth city. I thought it was a criminal slave, but I can't confirm the burning of a slave on the chest of a torn shirt.

(Are you treating debt slaves like this……)

Since we started selling demon removal potions, the guards think more freaks have targeted a thousand bucks in labyrinth cities. But this line is particularly bad.

The guard, who entrusted his colleagues with the process of opening the door, headed to the city guard's cradle to report to his boss.

"Are you a merchant parent and child with a large number of slaves at risk of abuse and an escort adventurer"

"Ha. I thought the adventurer's level was about C-rank. He's a civilian-style man who seems to have accompanied them."

Captain Kite, who listens to the guard's report, and Teruter Consultant, who begins to cut his nails when he hears that the adventurer loses interest at once when he hears he's C-ranked. Ever since Teruter survived Operation Sandbox's recapture, he has lost his hard-won aristocracy and has become more than just a sloppy old man, saying he has become Frank or perhaps. It would also be a matter of time before I take my socks off in public and start cutting my toenails.

"Civilian-style man? Do you have any special skills?

"I don't even know my skills, but I'm a man in his late 20s with dark hair and green eyes. From what I've seen, it didn't look like a combat experience."

Though there is a lot of demand for merchants, adventurers and craftsmen, there is no working mouth for untransmitted civilians in today's labyrinth cities.

Tell Captain Kite, who is surprised, that the guards are characteristic.

"There's no reason for an adventurer with valuable combat skills to come this time of year."

Phew, Telutel says as he blows the cusp off his sharpened nails with a razor. He doesn't seem to be terribly motivated or interested, but he says that he fired more targets at times like this.

"Just in case, let's leave it at the top."

Captain Kite, the man who guarded the newspaper, the company, and the minister, took a seat to report to his boss's colonel, and said, "If you want to go to General Leonhardt, I'll go too -" Teruter followed him to the colonel's room.

There was a man sending a sharp gaze from the shade of the Devil's Forest in a line of merchants who disappeared into the gates of the labyrinth city. After Daimon was closed again, the man finally showed up from the shade of the tree and approached the general gate next to Daimon. The guards of the city defense forces packing into the general gate seemed to know the man and spoke out in a casual manner as they watched the many birds the man carried in large quantities.

"Ah, Mr. Neek, it's been a while. It's a lot today."

"Are you Rain Beggar (Raineybird) today? Wow. Birds living in expensive tokos, right? You sound like a boulder. Brother Neek."

"……, I stopped by to share because I was overcaught."

"Sarsened, Mr. Siegmund"

Sieg accompanied the Urban Defense Corps paving the way to the sandbox and acted as the 'brother of meat' for a short period of one week, but thanks to catching prey for everyone every day as the parent bird that carries the chick, the Urban Defense Corps faces still look at Sieg and say, "Wouldn't you give me food? I think so." Completely imprinted. The feeling of "brother of meat, I want to eat meat" seeps out of my words and actions.

Sieg doesn't seem to be comfortable with the way the guards are delighted with their prey, and when they get more prey than they need to, they come to Daimon like this and hem the meat. Since the young people of the Urban Defense Corps also live in boarding houses, or many take meals for alternate work in boarding houses, the Zyk plug is brought into the boarding house dining room and fits into the stomach of the lucky soldiers.

What am I going to do with feeding a male soldier close to his age? Let's make friends. Is that part of the movement?

Did you finally leave your friend (Zeke) alone, who came to the "Wood Leak Day" to hear the scattered stupidity, and cut off Edgan, who was talking about fire-fire? If so, Edgan could be the great pinch of absolute desperation. Because Zeke will be the only man he can call his friend, too.

Yesterday he started Edgan and said members of the Black Iron Transport Corps were immersed in the 'Wood Leak Day' and were growing in food support, but Zeke handed five generously rounded, fat rain beggars to the guards. After all, has Edgan been removed from Sieg's dictionary?

"Ugh, is that so good? You'll be half prey."

"With this, we'll have enough."

"But a rain beggar is a fancy bird? Besides, such a round, fat superior......"

The guard is reluctant with his mouth, but his hands won't let him go by gripping the legs of a gutsy, rain-begging bird. The meat of rain-beggars is soft, has little odor or habit and is delicious. In general, if the taste is the same level, the meat of the beast is more expensive than the meat of the demon. The lowest price level, by the way, is bipedal man-shaped demonic meat. In labyrinth cities where there is no land to keep livestock for meat, demonic meat is also considered a fine food, but somewhere imaginary demonic meat is repelled in food-rich imperial capitals and the general public doesn't eat much either. In a labyrinth city that eats oak meat all the time, rain beggars and other luxury items do not make it to the lower soldier's table.

"……, take it to the kitchen in the dormitory and eat it all together, right?

"Yes! It's yours! Uh, I don't know if I can finish watching soon."

"Hey, we're all here! Since the one who went to report it came back!

The guards, who must have seen the Devil's Forest through the gates of the outer walls, no longer only see meat.

"More than that, did you just pass by a merchant from the Imperial Capital?

"Yes, Brother Neek, not Mr. Sieg."

"You saw Mr. Sieg, too, didn't you? That merchant, we're the only ones wearing golden armor, even in a safe carriage! If I had that kind of money to buy armor, I'd even buy a pair of shoes for the people around me!

"They act like debt slaves, don't they? The one with the torn clothes didn't even look engraved. You treat debt slaves like that, Ali?

Neither did the guards seem to have a good impression of an earlier line of merchants who were torturing their slaves.

"You're going to have trouble in the city. I'll tell everyone in" Leaky Wood Day "to be careful. Where was that merchant headed?

"Yeah, be careful. I'm reporting it upstairs for once, but it's better to stay away from trouble. Er..............."

Subtle, Sieg asks for merchant information. The meat works great. It was worth eating enough meat to even be called Brother Neek.

Physical awareness is relatively strong in closed labyrinth cities. Therefore, we cannot afford to underestimate the personal information of an outsider that could cause trouble.

Thankfully, he added one more Rain Beggar, and Sieg crept through the gate to the "Wood Leak Day".

"Welcome. Take care."

The guards who said so and dropped him off did not notice that Sieg's eyes were dark and shady.