The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

"Are you sure this is the right ingredient!?

- It's too much for the first flesh.

Mariella held her head lightly when she heard about the ingredients for meat reception from Lyuropaja.

"Really? I didn't think I could stay a spirit to help Lulo. I panicked, too, because I felt like a thigh and my flesh was ready.

I'd like to wear a leech anyway, and I'd like to get beat up. Well, that's me, or it made it look so good!

- If Endalgia thought she liked the hunter, she'd be a human being. Well, we live in the Holy Tree, so I can't tell you that we've been receiving meat since the beginning.

Frazija and Illuminaria talk about their meat reception experiences and make them listen, posing more like octopuses or something than twinkles and sexy. It should be a very valuable story, both of which are too bad to be superior or inferior.

Especially the “good feeling” of the master, what the hell. Mariela, who is just a beauty in her mellifluous body, feels unnecessarily angry.

Though I thought he was a naughty man, the master was a good addition from birth. The history that led to the reception of meat should have been quite serial, but can't you be too honest about your desire to be torn off by wearing a leech?

"After all, spirits are a good addition to being..."

Mariella turned to Lyuropaja to prepare for the meat reception, throwing a cold gaze at a strange creature named Master.

"Uh, I'll check the staging.

First create a nucleus and transfer some of Mr. Leuroparja's presence and magic power there. The flesh is quite accommodating as long as it can be adapted to the nucleus, and this time I'm going to cut Slaken's inflated viscosity a little bit. "

- Uhm, that's right.

Um, and I'll give you a dignified reply, Leuropardja.

"Lulo is serious, so the designation of the meat receptacle is fine."

Frazija and others are not very good ingredients. Mariela is the only one who is seriously checking the procedure, having turned into the usual atmosphere at once.

In front of Rüloperja, who came from the centre of the lake to the waterfront with Mariella and the others, Franz is once again softened and held up by Donino and the Grand Dollar, and Eurike, who cares about Franz and cares about him, is desperate to bring back Raptor's coo, who started chasing the lake's little fish in a mood to see if his tutoring skills have sweetened.

At a time like this, I want to rely on Zeke. When it comes to

"Congratulations, Master Frey. Master Lyuro, I'm with Mariella. My name is Siegmund."

and so on. In the guise of a good young man with a full sales smile, he is beginning to earn points for the person who might be the partner of Mariella's raised parents, and next to him, Edgan,

"Uh, is Mr. Luro Mr. Frey's honey? Huzz? Or are you two together for a hug with me!?

and empty noise at the usual rate, subtly hazzled and hubbed.

If the Spirit doesn't have a gender, it seems that if she becomes a woman during meat reception, it will solve the problem erotically, all-okay. "Nyotaika, Nyotaika" sounds weird in Mariela's ear and it's really loud.

Grrr.

It's like a labyrinth city school, before Mariella starts taking classes.

Pan! and Mariella, who struck her hand so loud that she was no longer able to pick it up, turned to one of them and said, "Everybody, too! From now on, we will begin to create a nucleus," he declared as if it were time to start classes in a labyrinth city school.

"Uh, Mr. Leuropardja has been soaked in filth for a long time, so the nucleus might fit in a little bit of the source of human sin. So they want to get a little bit of your memory."

"The source of sin……? Memory, is that a stone of memory?

Franz, who was most serious about Mariela's explanation, opens her mouth. They may not be able to suppress the instincts they want to serve the Spirit of Water.

- Mm-hmm. The memory of the Lord's blood in particular is troublesome.

And if ye make him seek the Spirit of water, even in the blood, and unto his seed,

That 'greed', give it to me...

"Yes, …… yes. Thank you for your mercy."

If we give him the memory of blood, he'll lose the urge to thirst to get somewhere. To the emotions that spring up from within this body and thrust and move themselves.

Although this emotion is very troublesome, isn't it something important to skeleton yourself?

Franz, however, decided to be prepared to offer his memories after he had seen in turn the spirit of the water he sought of blood and Eurike, who looked up at himself worryingly next door.

"It's okay, Eurike. I can go where I want to go, at my own discretion. Together, will you think about it?

"Franz, of course not!

Eurike nodded joyfully at Franz's decided answer, then turned his gaze of gratitude and a little anger at Leuropardja, who was taking Franz's memory away.

"What can I offer you?

- Don't be so angry, you beast driver. "Anger" overflowing with smaller bodies, let's have a little of that.

No matter how much you dislike people, the Son of Man is what lives with people.

I love you more.

Not just the guy next door.

That's what I tried to go on. To block Leuropardja's words, Eurike called out, "I know and I know!" I replied.

"So what shall we give you?

"Leave me no extra lectures."

to Grande and Donino, who cut it out so, that Leuroparja

- Jealousy and laziness.

I answered briefly.

What the hell does it mean to ask Grandad, a warm gentleman, to be 'jealous' and Donino, a diligent man who maintains armored carriages for the Black Iron Transport Corps, to be 'lazy'?

Although we haven't confirmed the tower of Donino, the tower of the Grand Dollar should have contained coloured water and cheap perfume in the bottle or perfume bottle, or used silver dishes and clothing. Mariella remembers Eurike's reputation for being a "lookout" after looking at the products.

The Grand Dollar looked just a little troubled by Mariela's gaze on her expression such as she couldn't solve it.

"For generations, we have been the famous family of shield warriors. You still have excellent shield skills.

However, only a weak child has been gained from my great-grandfather's generation.

No matter how good your skills are, you can't fully work with such a body.

Blood muscles, honor, decency and all that crap, and it took a long time before it seemed like it. "

Grandad laughs cheeky as he pulls Kaisel's mustache as usual.

"The eagles are similar.

You know what instrumental poverty is? First class. You said you could do more than crowd. First class.

Oh, I feel like I've been hit, 'lazy'.

I get it. I mean, I was desperate and I couldn't do anything about it. "

When Donnino scratched his head with a gazi gazi, he shut his mouth when he said, "If this is okay with you, take it".

A glimpse of the trauma of an elderly person with life experience can be awkward.

It would still be our Edgan to smash the air that suddenly became severely painful.

"I give you the love that overflows!

- Um, let's get 'lust' from your lord -

"Heh!? Lust!?"

"That's easy to understand."

"It's a sauté."

"Good for you, Edgan! I hear they'll accept your love!

Eurique accompanies the palpable development with a tight comment, as usual, with Mariela with a convincing face.

And Sieg appropriately rounded up, just saying that if this place fits in, I don't care about later.

It's the usual response. I really don't have any friendship.

In these places, the evil habits of the younger days appear.

Luroperja against such a siege.

- Sieg and I will have 'arrogance'.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh. Sieg, you, arrogant. Dear Sir, how are you?

"Shut up, Elogan"

To Edgan, who bursts into laughter, Sieg glances at his lips and nags.

to Mariella,

"Don't think it's a good idea to take Slaken out on your own"

I was told, I couldn't say anything.

"It's me at the end, isn't it? What should I give you?

- Give me "bulimia".

"Huh!?

Finally, by offering Mariella a's memories of her bulimia (snack dinner), seven sources of people's sins were arranged.

It was a fragment of the palm-sized terrestrial vein that was given this to a part of the nucleus and by Lyuroperja. Although not as good as the nucleus of the labyrinth, strong signs of force and water were felt from the fragments of the vein that it was shaped at the bottom of this lake.

Strongly attracted to the signs of that water is the memory of Franz's blood 'greed'. The stone of memory could be removed by Lyuroperja touching Mariella's foreheads.

"This is the memory of the world. It's easy to get in and out of memory. When you say you get memories, it doesn't take root like a black demon did. Even after you get it, it stays as information, so there's no difference in life."

As Frazija explained, Mariella never forgot the fact that Sieges were devouring snacks while they were away, even if she was not remembered for "bulimia (snack dinner)".

However, the details of the treats I had eaten at that time were blurry, I had forgotten the flavor, and I had later imagined what it was like to have some kind of vague, other HR-like memory.

Even after I get back safely, I suppose I'll want to eat the confectionery, but I don't think it's up to me to devour the confectionery like it's stuffed in a hole in my heart.

Mariela somehow felt that way.

The sentiment that said so would be felt by everyone who provided the memory.

As everyone stared quietly at the fragments of the pulse in Mariella's hand, Mariella moved closer to the memories of "greed" in the pulse fragments.

"It's the hardest part at first, but if you're attracted to me by this much memory, I'll be fine later"

As Frazija said, the strong desire for water spirits that had been handed down to Franz's blood quickly melted and mixed together so that a drop of blood falling on the water dissolved and diffused as it swept through the shards of the vein with which the water was concerned.

"Next, 'Anger'"

Nor is the memory of Eurike, who prefers the beast to man, incompatible. Franz's memory of forgiving his heart before anyone else blends in first, so this one could be mixed up so much.

"You're doing better than I thought. Give me this far and I'll melt much easier later."

As Frazija told us, the stone of memory blended in to trace the connection between "jealousy," "laziness," "lust," "arrogance" and people.

"Finally mine...... Hey, Master. This isn't a good human memory, is it?

Is Mr. Leuroparja a jerk by making a nucleus out of such a thing?

You said you'd stay in the Devil's Forest, but don't you hate us humans? "

Mariella stops her hand and asks Frazija before adding a memory of her last 'bulimia'.

Because of our own human filth, Leuropardja suffered for a long time.

I don't really ask you to like humans, but I hope you don't hate them.

"Your memories will be fine. This is a memory of sin, but it's not just a memory of obscenity.

It's got all the joy, the sadness, the compassion for someone in it.

It must work because it's a memories of good and bad things about humans. "

Frazija replies with a smile to Mariella, who is worried.

Confident. Very good smile.

(I'm only anxious……)

The master's cloudless grin must have led him to believe that was the case, but Mariella, who smelled Elixir in the deepest depths of the labyrinth and became the supreme alchemist, would not be deceived.

"Master, you said you could make elixirs like that, but you didn't have enough experience, did you? What would have happened if it hadn't been for the shards in the ground vein that Lynx gave me..."

"No, that was it, with that last miracle......"

"I don't know -. Well, I think you should make it right so it doesn't have to be a miracle -

What would you do if a corner-received Mr. Leuroparja became a human enemy?

Master is close to a human now, isn't he?

Are you willing to even have a hot battle with Mr. Lyuroperja!?

Doesn't that make the labyrinth city feel like a new pinch! Because you can't!

"Gu……, not even the sound of a gu…"

"I'm saying it with my mouth. The Master is really gone."

How dare that Mariela speak of her master with her mouth. This is more aggressive than the biggest attack skill you've ever had: Rice Drain.

Boy Sieg will also have to decide to be prepared to be Mariela's ass for the rest of her life. I'm just not aware of this one, but it's already in a perfect duvet state.

- The words of the disciple also make sense. I'd like to add something good to the nucleus.

Mariella nodded to a word of cautious luroperja, often making her think about what the hell she deserved.