The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

"Hmm, this patient's leg was eaten by demons and broken once, wasn't it? Thousands of pieces were crushed and scattered, and were shorter at the recovery stage. Advanced specialty…"

Hmm, Robert looked intrigued to read the medical records of the Labyrinth Crusader's treatment unit.

This is the treatment record of soldiers treated by Nielenberg and others using multiple advanced specialized potions. The treatment of this soldier's broken legs had to be left behind because there were so many injuries then. I connected it at least so that it wouldn't rot, and I treated it later. Still, the soldier's broken legs were so painful (...) that it was very incurable to just hang and drink advanced potions.

In the first place, the potion is ranked and the amount of recovery is determined. In the case of defects, should I say volume or weight? Although it is generally said that defects can also be cured if it is a superior potion, it is not possible for a soldier who has lost his arm to grow a new arm loosely because he has drunk a superior potion. If you hang it on the wound with the broken arm pressed against it, you can make up for some missing tissue and stick it together.

If the wound was as smooth as it was spayed off with a sword, it would be possible to connect it even in advanced potions, but the wound eaten by a demon by a thousand cuts is not such a beautiful object. The skin and muscle tissue on the cutting surface have been torn to bits, crushed with fangs, chewed up, and the bones and muscles have not been torn vertically or crushed in the original form. Not nicely split into two parts, but finely torn near the wound, has the shard already turned into the demonic belly or labyrinth soil even after retrieving the arms and feet? So even when I say stick together, I actually need a significant amount of recovery capacity because it will repair and connect crushed tissue.

So what happens when you drink a special potion to someone who has lost his arm for a few years? The arm grows somewhat, but only at a level where the wound is raised about a centimeter longer.

Now we don't know how many extra potions we're going to need to recover those who have lost their limbs. Moreover, the more time passes since the injury, the lower the amount of recovery. It is said that this is because the flesh forgets its healthy state.

So, what about the specialty type, if it's advanced rank or muscle tissue specialty type, it regenerates the muscle, and if it's bone specialty type, it repairs the complex broken bone, the partially applied bone. Even advanced ones have this effect, so it would not be possible to cure arm and foot defects if they were given a combination of specialty potions. However, materials are not readily available this time.

The price of 10 gold coins per specialty type of special potion is not even extraordinary profitability given the material.

Alchemist (Mariella) will soon be able to make these specialty potions as well, but how many labyrinth cities will have lost their hands and feet? It must be so much quicker for the Lord of the Labyrinth to rule the pulse and the Labyrinth City to perish than it is for all of them to have all the ingredients for a specialized superior potion.

So the "treatment of all the slums" ordered by the flaming sage to Nielenberg and Robert is a seemingly unscrupulous order.

However.

"Did you dare recover it to make up for the defect by crushing and crushing it and using a specialty type? I see. The mechanism by which the specialized type restores tissue is really clearly shown."

Therapeutic units, mainly Robert and Nielenberg, have been keen to hold discussions since earlier.

"If this is possible, why don't you just take about half of what you need out of the healthy parts of your body, increase it, and then put it back on?

"But how do we increase it? Leave it cut open and it will rot soon."

"... do you cut the healthy part?

"... to increase..."

No, the only ones who are keen to argue are Nielenberg and Robert, and the other therapeutic units are pulling it off completely. If you get hurt, heal with healing magic, or cure with potion. That's what their common sense is, cutting open healthy bodies and purposefully spreading wounds, etc., seems like a madness shack.

"There is a medicine solution that will keep your body open and long. If you apply that, you can use the restorative effect of premium potions and the advanced specialized restorative effect to increase tissue."

"I see, is that it? If it does..."

Shit, they met.

Even though it was horrible just to open a soldier's wound with pleasure and treat Nielenberg, Robert comes up with a proposal to make up for and multiply that Nielenberg method. Synergy effect. To the dark collaboration, the labyrinth city's therapeutic technique is sure to spiral up as the legendary creature known as the dragon ascends to heaven.

I'm sure it works great, but the normal therapists are not very good, but they can't go with it. Before their paradigm shifts, the paradigm itself is likely to collapse.

The other therapists watched with dismay Nielenberg and Robert, who laughed and deepened the debate.

"It's the devil's place. There's no way I can..."

Robert overhears a small leak of evil, which Robert says is nonsense.

(The devil is not like this. That one was worse than the devil)

Robert was so much reminded of the pointlessness of looking for reasons why he couldn't, in a short period of time when he was being used by the flaming sage.

When I first saw it, I doubted my eyes.

"So you make it more or less fine with a nozzle, and then you get it bounced into a grain of water. Oh, it might be easier if you froze me at last. Don't let it freeze, but let it freeze."

"Uh-oh, new tech discovery," he said, while the girl who performs the Luna Magia extraction without any tools was Robert's sister Caroline's daughter at the drugstore that she was getting along. By the way, Robert has no idea what this girl is talking about, even though she can understand the words.

"Wood leak date" is silo, and I wonder where it was. Robert noticed that he was dizzy, but even if he questioned Mariella and confirmed her appearance, he would have decided that it was silo at that point.

Somehow a girl named Mariella was a very normal daughter, like a mediocrity walking in clothes.

By the way, I checked with Caroline and she said that when Robert was captured, there was also Mariella in Esterlia's sleeping basement.

At that time, Robert did say, "Where! Where are you!?" Or, "Send the alchemist here!" I screamed as far as my voice was concerned, "he said," but that's exactly where he was.

(I didn't notice at all......)

What a disgrace. I'm annoyed by the feeling I couldn't stay just remembering. Again, why don't you send me back to that room that was locked up?

(But I sold my soul to the fiery devil. Provision to burn oneself in the suffering of perpetual robbery……)

If so, it must have been somewhat. Actually.

"Rob, the ice is gone. Don't bother, I'll make it right! You, for what you owe, work properly."

The woman who thought she was the fiery devil seems to be the master of an alchemist who calls herself the wise man of the fiery calamity.

Thanks to the miracle of "Engraving Flame Teaching", which was burned in the back of his left hand, Robert was able to take Caroline out without being enlightened by anyone and save her life as a result, but at the price of that miracle, neither her life nor her soul were taken.

I mean, this engraving is in return for my ancestors' ogo, and they say it's so rare that it's so free.

I thought it was a loss of life, and I couldn't afford it then, so I didn't write it down or put it on record, but Robert didn't die when the engraving disappeared, and I'm still alive and well, exposing my sister Caroline to the red shame of being proposed in the ice statue state of a dumb pose.

(At the very least, we kept a record of the engraving…)

It was quite a complicated engraving, so I must have been able to sneak eyes when occasionally embarrassing memories flashed back, although the photocopy would not have expected as much effect as the original.

"Loeboo, ice yet?

Chinchin and the flaming sage are banging the edge of the glass with a muddler to urge the ice.

She said she was a beautiful woman who would attract attention if she kept her mouth shut, but she drank it from daylight, and how nasty it is to tap a glass and make noise.

The reason is' five silver coins debt and interest ', even though it would still be convincing if it were to be used by such a person as' the price of engraving '. You said you'd give it back by petitioning the family decree, but that's my sister Caroline's money, so you don't ask her to work and give it back.

(I didn't expect to be put to work by a debt cat, not a demon, not a consideration for engraving...... depressed. I want to disappear)

With that in mind, ice magic into the ice spale. Because of the melancholy feeling I was putting it in, the residue of the curse that stained me overflows with melancholy and enters the ice space with the ice.

"Uh, can you stay in Soco!? Fire!"

(Ugh, they burned me today...)

I don't like decopin attacks, but I don't like fires.

What a restless feeling, like being stripped naked in public and washed all over your body, forcing you to clean the stained dirt for years.

"It's a good job, Mr. Robert! Sa, master. I'm done for today, so I'm going home."

While Robert was bringing it on, Mariella apparently finished building the advanced potion. Today, when the master drinks less than usual, he teases Thumbs up with a smile.

"Mariella, you still have magic."

"I have magic, but I don't have the ingredients - Go home. It's an extra practice!

Mariella with a winning face and a flaming sage clinging to a liquor bottle. Soldiers around him said, "Would you like a nap today? He carries out finished advanced potions in large potion bottles," he said, speaking with a smile.

The amount of advanced potion.

(How could anyone be surprised...!!

Everything that the Alchemist (Mariella) does in this makeshift workshop is out of standard.

Neither making advanced potions without tools, nor the amount of magic in their different digits, would mean that they didn't fall today, but are running out of magic and falling down, as they do every day.

The young child plays at full strength, something he will be eating but suddenly falls asleep, and I have no doubt or pain about it, but this girl named Mariella continues to use alchemy beyond her limits as if she were a young child.

When I found out in Caroline's letter that the potion was going to be commercially available, I thought there were more than one alchemist. In fact, although the alchemist had two masters and a disciple, only the disciple was actually making the potion, and the master was only stirring up the disciple.

It was unscrupulous to train for a special potion.

He was Robert, who praised Mariella for being scattered, mediocre, etc., but once he saw Mariella's smell, the rating covered 180 degrees. It boasts so much magic and skill. Pick up the magic tools used to make the premium potion from Teito and you will soon be able to make the premium potion. No, you must be able to manufacture it, even if it's not from the latest formula in Teito, or if you use an old magic prop that sleeps in the warehouse of the Agwinas family.

But if you try to tell Mariella that, the flaming sage's Decopin attack will soon fly, and Robert's mouth will be sealed. Ask the flaming sage where Mariella is, she just laughs and teases in a meaningful way.

Speaking of the only meaningful answer that seems to have been obtained.

"Human beings are very free, and at the same time very infirm. You can go anywhere, you can be anything, but you decide where you are and your limits, all on your own. So, Rob.

You shouldn't set your limits on how difficult or impossible you are or how much you are.

Remember, Rob. If you think you can do it, you can do it surprisingly. "

Robert was only a little convinced by the words and actions of the flaming sage.

I guess what she wants Mariella to do has the purpose of being a flaming sage where she can't even think about it, but if she doesn't, she's very hard to get to.

In just a few days, Robert sees an alchemist (Mariella) who has tried to process the ground vein shards without using any tools.

(This flaming sage is worse than the devil etc......)

If you look at Robert's common sense, such as dissolving ground pulse shards into Shizuku of Life with his skills alone, it's no longer a human trick. I just see it in old literature, such as Pharmaceutical Crystallization, which I then tried. I thought it was a fairy tale, a fabrication that was not believable.

He said, "I can do it!" Beautiful, "she excelled," crystallizing "the ingredients transported to collect beads or something from one end of the bottle, left in line on the shelf, but it's not the noise where it's done.

Robert's assessment of Mariella spinned another 180 degrees, 360 degrees combined with the first, turning around and returning to the commonplace.

A lot of things, it's ridiculous to think seriously.

Knowing with pointlessness to look for reasons why he can't, Robert searches for ways in which he can cure injuries all over the labyrinth city with the technology and potion he has now.

Of course, I don't use evil methods that touch curses and contraindications. Because if you use something like that, the flaming disaster must come with two legs and add a decopin streak from the fire.

"If you go to the Labyrinth Crusaders, they'll even cure your missing limbs. However, they have to work for it."

It didn't take long for such rumors to circulate all over the labyrinth city.

When people heal the injuries they have given up and start diving into the labyrinth again, more follow me.

"I want to get out of the slam someday"

Residents who gave up a long time ago and regained the feeling they had to forget, along with their missing hands and feet, took the sword in their hands again and headed to the labyrinth.