The Man Picked Up By the Gods (Reboot)

~ Side rheuma ~

At the end of the strength test for everyone, it was up to them to decide who they would choose.

"Thank you for coming. Mr. Lord."

"Sincerely, let me work. Then Lord, I want you to call me Ox."

It was Mr Ox Lord who was chosen.

Its combat ability is not comparable to that of any other candidate.

There seems to be a somewhat stubborn side to it, but it seems serious and reassuring.

I also heard Mr. Reinhardt and the others, but he was unanimously chosen.

Since he is a debt slave, his personal belongings are only two swords raised on his hips and a few clothes.

I thought I'd come back for post-game treatment (magic restoration), and I'd already packed.

They say if you pay the price, you can take them, and I'll get the payment done with something like an instant check.

The truth is, they don't need to rush to take me, and I'm staying at the Duke's house too, so I was going to ask him to come with me when I got home to Gimru with a few more days of accommodation...

"Because you can stay with us as a squire. Let's go home faster than that."

In one word from Mr. Reinhardt, he decided to take him as he was.

When we all get back to the carriage parking lot, except for me, we get into the damn carriage.

Looks like Mr. Faye and Mr. Ox will be riding inside today too.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm just finishing my job, and I was wondering if you'd like some loose tea."

"If you drink alone, yes, you do."

"Whoa, whoa. This is tough. You have no choice... Dear Takebayashi, If your slaves are hired again, please feel free to come to my Moreton Chamber of Commerce. You're welcome to come and talk about your spare time."

"Ha ha... if you get a chance, thank you again. Mr. Morton."

"Oops! Yes, I was. Feel free to call me Olest. Because I also want to call you by your name from now on, Master Lyoma. Yeah, don't you feel like one way to call it changes your sense of distance?

This guy really, he's gonna come gooey after he stops hiding his nature. Nothing good, though.

"Okay, Mr. Orest. I'll see you when I feel like it."

"Yes. We will serve you again then. I'd like to be specific, but I'm afraid of the people behind you, so please take this one."

Mr. Orest offers something like a brochure that he had while saying.

I received it too naturally, but you prepared it from the beginning...

I got in the carriage with a word of thanks and went between Mr. Faye and Mr. Ox, who were available.

When the seats are completely filled, the lord sets off as if he had been waiting.

Mr. Olest was smiling and dropping it off when he saw it outside the flowing window.

"" "Phew..." "

When the carriage leaves the premises completely, the three people sitting face to face sigh at the same time.

"Thank you. Follow me today."

"I was free."

"Besides, don't leave me alone."

"I think Master Lyoma understands..."

Yeah. I'm so glad you guys came with me.

If I'd been out in front of that guy without knowing anything by myself, I'd have been rolled more over my palm.

"As Serge said, you don't have to be a bad person to be a crook,"

As Mr. Reinhardt said, the distance is exquisite.

Sometimes talking disrupted the pace, and I didn't have to be somewhat uncomfortable.

But I can do it with trivial things that aren't enough for me to shout and yell.

Followed or caught in smoke as the story continues. Ultimately, it doesn't matter.

I'm sure they do the same thing to everyone, to suit their character.

I'm tired and I know how you all feel, but I personally couldn't hate you.

Especially if he was hated by the other guy. Maybe he can enjoy it because he hated him.

"That's what he would do. Just once, okay?

"I sure don't think I could afford it if I were alone, because this time you all became walls. I was able to talk calmly... and most importantly, I felt like I could see just a little bit closer to myself."

"Lyoma, you and Orest? I don't think they look alike..."

"I agree."

"How can I say that it's not about personality, it's about the way I think about the subject of interest?

If I see a new slime too, I'll bring all sorts of things closer together to discern what I'm good at and bad at, and I'll see how they react, and if I need to, I'll poison them. I don't think I'd be willing to get mad, even if Slime bit me in the hand with that. Instead, I get intrigued by how you bite your hands and how you demonstrate your abilities.

Honestly, I don't have that much interest in humans, so I don't understand the spirit that you can enjoy doing that to them...

"I wonder if it's close to being a policy of action - or not"

"Oh......"

"In that sense..."

"If you do that..."

You all seem convinced. I won't put it in my mouth, but neither will my neighbor, Mr. Faye. Mr. Ox doesn't seem to know because he doesn't know my slime lover...... Shit. It would suddenly be uncomfortable to be told stories you don't know among people you don't even know well.

"Excuse me. Leave me alone."

"I wouldn't have a problem."

I appreciate you saying that... but I'm done introducing myself, and shall we talk about the future?

As far as I'm concerned, I'm still staying at the Duke's house for the next three days, so in the meantime, I'd like Faye to hear more about the store, especially about security. If further possible, I would also like help setting up a wedding venue. The power of gently wielding that sword with one arm will surely help the task.

"Then one more thing. I hope this is good for Mr. Ox, but I'd like you to stay with me on the drug experiments."

"Medicine?"

Learn how to make medicine from my grandmother and also explain again the setting that she has quite an arm......

And the drug you want to experiment with is magic restorative medicine. That's not the immediate type usually sold in stores either, it's a persistent type of magic restorative that takes time to heal your magic a little bit.

The technique of manipulating the sword using the magic that Mr. Ox wore, even if he lost his left hand, did not give up. I think it would be a shame to let that one rot, even if it means less magic because you are an animal tribe.

I can't fight for long because I have less magic.

More out of magic and caused by ill health, the glory of the movement keeps falling.

As a result, if I can't attack you, I will destroy myself.

The "persistent magic healing pill" came to mind if the underlying cause was lack of magic.

itself existed in the knowledge received.

"The magic loss basically heals on its own if you rest, so much of the time when you go out of your way to use medication is required for urgency and immediacy, such as during combat, or assistance when applying healing magic to seriously injured people… They say that there are people in the world who have a physical condition where magic is lost a little bit from their bodies without having to do anything called" magic leakage, "and in the process of being studied for the purpose of treating it, we have heard that medicines have been developed that continue to recover magic over a small amount of time"

I would normally be fine with immediate medication if it were just to relieve the loss of magic, but then I have to take the medication every time I get sick. The purpose of persistent magic restorative medicine is to prevent you from feeling ill by taking it first.

"I'm just knowledgeable and I've never actually made that medicine. But it seems that the medicine can also be adjusted for duration and recovery by adding or subtracting materials. Can't you use that move for a long time by converting it and matching the amount of magic consumed with the amount of healing? We think."

"Is it possible, is it?

"This is an anticipation, but I was wondering if it would be useful enough for training. Given the duration of the game, I thought that was pretty much moving in the experience before I lost my left hand, and I was pretty much not able to train with that move..."

Then he nods before words.

"As you can guess. Just a few minutes before bed is the limit. He was a debted slave and could not be trained until he used large quantities of medicines that were not necessarily necessary. I should be happy to be able to train properly. But isn't that all that burdensome for the Lord? If you're going to make drugs, you're going to need a lot of money."

"Oh, don't mind the neighborhood"

Running mashes that continue to be cultivated in detail for the preservation of fungi can be used in the ingredients.

Because that is inherently a luxury material, there are limits to selling it through the Alliance Master.

So it builds up a little bit, so I honestly had enough trouble using it.

"The production and experimentation of drugs will be my own study... and objectively, I think I'm quite affordable financially. Otherwise, I couldn't have chosen Mr. Ox."

"Sure, you didn't need to take care of it"

"You'll have to save money for the time being, but there's no problem with your life. If you can fully demonstrate that arm with medicine, you can feel more comfortable as me. Still, if you're curious, I'd like you to teach me the art of unchanging."

"I was just wearing that by chance, but if that's still a good idea, I'm sure. I'd like to ask you to do this."

He bows his head deeply as he twists his big body cramped.

"Thank you!

Based on the teachings of the street performers I used to know about the unchanging, precisely the sworddancers Maya and Sordio, I secretly continued to practice but I can't see much growth. It would be very helpful for me if you could give me some advice.

Although it had nothing to do with the business, plans had begun in Gimru to expand the town, and the highlight of a new city could have been the arena. I remember because I collected Trent material for it.

If your meds are adjusted well and you don't seem to have any problems getting into the game, I think you can ask the gladiators to come back. I wouldn't be comfortable if you worked as an escort, but my shop wants to be a workplace where I can respect my personal will.

I heard in a chat with Mr. Morton that some noblemen buy slaves to produce gladiators of their own, and if he wants it, let him take the ex that way.

... I chose Mr. Ox when he told me that he also intended to

"I didn't expect you to be a slave and be so generous"

He doesn't know if he's laughing or crying, he just has conveyed his gratitude.

I receive feelings. But I think it's better to thank Mr. Olest than I do.

"To that man?

"I feel like I know what the relationship was with that reaction... at least he's the one who recommended Mr. Ox to me, and I think he probably knew all about the drugs and me"

Although magic leakage and persistent magic restorative drugs are rare, he is a major slaver for at least a second generation. Assuming I like humans as much as I like slime, I would have used my position to engage with a large number of people every day. It's not strange to have about one of them suffering from a magic leak, and it's not strange to have knowledge of medication.

Even if not, Mr. Ox seems to have known his moves, and I think if we think about it so that we can use it more effectively, we could possibly reach a lasting magic restorative.

"I pretended not to know because I wouldn't let it go as a" slave with a problem "... considering I sold it to me this time, I wonder if it was to pick a buyer..."

As Mr Ox said earlier, it is a burden to make and give drugs. Of course, the cost of materials, etc. may be specially ordered if there is no handling in the normal store. He's strong enough to have enough escorts in the first place with one arm, so would there be an extra buyer who would spend that much money or effort? If you are a buyer who thinks "one arm is enough," you will rot the treasure.

What a waste that is.

Replacing it with slime is unforgivable, and enough to make you want to say something to them.

If you can choose who you give way to, you never choose someone like that.

"How much Lord loves slime..."

I'm bitterly smiling at Mr. Ox for whining that it's the first time in his life that he can be likened to Slime, except for me... but wouldn't that make you want to pick someone to sell to, anyway, if that's why he's in the position? I thought.

In that regard, I would have some knowledge of the medicine, and I don't even hide it in itself. In addition, it seems to be a well-known fact that the treatment of our store is good in Gimru.

There seems to be widespread talk among some merchants that they are "sweet on employees” or “wasted a lot," but that's all they treat each and every employee well. If you told yourself you were looking into me, Mr. Olest would know for sure.

"I can't tell you for sure... you've always felt like you were being guided with hints about the other slave gladiators I told you about..."

How the hell do you know what you're doing?

I know you're not the worse person to think about, but it's roundabout and it stinks...

"... I think I really understand how you all feel"

At that time, Mr. Reinhardt's eyes seemed to be embracing new fellow victims.