The Novice Alchemist’s Store

"Els, can I have a word with you?

"Yes, just give me a minute"

When I walked to the neighborhood for a minute or so and rang my voice, Mr. Elles came out without waiting for me.

"Need any help?

"Uh, I mean, I wanted to help, I wanted to shop. I want a bed, a table, a chair, and then some cookware, where can I buy it?

"Well, the bed is a carpenter, the pot kettle is a blacksmith's place. There are very few people in this village who buy it, so I'm going to ask them to make it. I have a grocery store, but other than what sells well, I order from the city."

If it's a small village, it is.

If it's Wang Du, I won't have any trouble around it first.

Well, I never bought it just to see it, but hey!

"Is that right, after all? Can you tell me where it is?

"I don't mind that..."

Mr. Elles thinks a little and nods one at Un.

"Well, Atashi will show you around, so just go in and wait a little while."

"Is that good?

"It's a small village. You'd better keep your face connected, wouldn't you? Let it go!"

"That helps! Thank you."

I bow my head and say thank you to Mr. Elles, who smiles reliably and slaps his chest with a dong.

"I mean good. Come on, don't come in!

Mr. Elles invites me into the house and gets me the warm tea he served.

When I thought about it, I remembered that I hadn't had a glass of water about the village, and when I took a whiff of it, Mr. Elles came back after a while.

"Okay, I'm ready! You want to go?"

"Oh, yes! Please. Thank you for your tea."

Leaving Mr. Elles' house, being guided, it was one private house that arrived.

There is wood around, and although there are places like the workplace, there are no signs.

Maybe he's a carpenter, but if you don't show him this, he's a little hard to call.

"Grandpa Geberg, are you there?

That had nothing to do with my mood, Mr. Elles just opened the door to the house and went inside.

I reluctantly follow suit.

"What is it, Elles? Work? Hmm? Isn't that the first face you've ever seen in the back lady?

It was a pretty old grandfather who came out of the back.

For this reason, it doesn't make you feel too old with the "Kakushaku" movement.

It's a bit of a sharp gaze and a stubborn craftsmanship for "I don't like it" and as far as I'm not very good at communicating, it feels a little scary talking to you alone.

"This way, Sarasa, I came over. Oh, my God, he's an alchemist!

"Oh, is that the store? That helps. So, you're fixing the house?

"Oh, no, I might ask for that one of these days, but I need the furniture one today"

It's the bed that's in trouble if it's never there.

If you think about going wild, it's okay on the floor, but that's just sad in your own house.

I want tables and chairs, too, but if you think about possession, is it on hold for now?

"Can I have a bed, please? As soon as possible. As long as it's well made, I won't say anything else in detail."

"Hmm. I have trouble sleeping. Well, then the price is..."

After a little thought, Mr. Elles slapped Mr. Geberg on the back, trying to tell him the price, with a pastime.

"Oh, my God, Grandpa! Pretty lady, and the alchemist came over, why don't you give me one or two of the beds, to celebrate the takeover!

"Oh, no, I'll pay you right...?

"But, Sarasa. On top of the new America, it's about to come to the country like this. Don't you have a lot of money to spare?

"Ugh..."

"And that house, Nah, wouldn't have had any furniture, would it?

"... well, the furniture in that house, when Kilik's boy set up his new house, you had it all lined up. All right, I got it. I'll make you a bed for free."

"What!? Um, is that good?

"Elles is right, he can't even give a kid younger than his grandson a takeover celebration. Well, the man abolishes it. If you can afford it, you should order it."

"Oh, thank you!

To be honest, it's very helpful because working capital doesn't allow it.

He looked scared. Again, his generous grandfather raised one cheek and laughed, and to him I bowed my head with a pepper as I thanked him.

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He resigned from Mr. Geberg, and the next person to be guided was Mr. Zizd, the blacksmith.

However, we do not place orders in relation to the budget, only face-to-face. Free up early and go to your next destination, grocery store.

"When it comes to shops in this village, it's just this grocery store. It's a store for couples, but my daughter, Lorea, is often in the store because she's often away from home because she buys things."

There's a big building that's likely to be about twice the size of any other private house.

I don't think the residential part is the same as the rest, so the store space is for about one house?

My shop is pretty much the same as a normal private house, including store space, so you're losing...

"Hello ~"

Unlike Mr. Geberg's place and so on, it's a little easy to get in because the signs are properly displayed.

Following Mr. Elles, who just walks inside again, as I greet him too, he greeted me, perhaps as much as me, or a little younger girl.

Cute smile on shorter cut hair with an active look.

"Welcome -. Ah, Mr. Elles. Hi! Are you shopping?

"No, I'm here to show you this girl."

"I say Sarasa. Thank you for your continued support as we open our alchemy store"

Make sure Mr. Elles pushes me out, and I'll step forward and introduce myself.

"Oh, yes! It's Lorea. Please!... Yea, he's a city boy."

"Huh? Urban?

What about me?

Compared to the rest of us, I'm such an imo, aren't I?

I was busy studying, so I didn't have the time or money to hang it in style.

"Oh, no, the... clothes, tricks, they're not like this one...?

"Really?

Sure, I bought these clothes at Wangdu's store, where they were taken by seniors.

The seniors sometimes took me out, didn't they, seeing me too indifferent?

Given my condition, the aristocratic seniors were good seniors who would coordinate with me in an old fashion store that I wouldn't normally use.

The tricks... are different enough to know?

"No, because! This village is basically handmade, and I wish I could wear it, because there are so many like it!

"Huh? But I don't think Mr. Lorea's clothes are uncomfortable even in Wang Du, do you?

Rather, I think it falls into a somewhat stylish category.

Wang Du has a cup of 'I wish I could wear it' too, like me.

"Wang Du! Wang Du! Wow, it's super urban! Hey, hey, it's good when you have time, let me talk to you!

"Ugh, yeah......"

When I said that, Mr. Lorea stared at me with a sparkling eye and stuffed me like that.

City...... no, well, compared to this village it will be, but that much to admire?

Even in Wangdu, poor people are poor and wearing "Bo", and there are many places that aren't gorgeous, but can we just talk about it?

"Look, Lorea, get to work. Sarasa came here to shop."

"Oh, yeah. That's right! What do you need? I study hard! … to the extent permitted"

"Uh, is that good?

"Yeah, I can't discount that much, but what if it's a little extra?

"Thank you. Then can I have a larger tarai and futon, and some more groceries, please?

"Talai is around here, isn't it? It's a little cheaper in wood."

There are several kinds of tarai that I have said and pointed to.

Made of metal plates and wooden objects. Neither is bad.

If Mr. Geberg and Mr. Zizd made these, you don't need to worry about your arm.

"I don't have a futon, so even if I say order production...... maybe I can make it myself if I can because the aunts in the neighborhood just make it. Because they sell ingredients."

I see. Do you make your own basics when it's these villages?

By the way, I can make one, too.

When I entered the school dorm, I made it with my orphanage teacher.

That's the only time I've made a futon, but I'm good at sewing myself, so should I make my own?

You know why, don't you? Because I repaired it to the limit and used it.

"Grocery is - it's a regular meal, isn't it? There's quite a lot of preserved food for collectors, but other than that, I wonder if it's about cereal? Because I'm going directly to the person who makes it here. You can broker the trade..."

"Oh, Atashi will do that. Sarasa lives in this city too, so why don't you just keep it face-to-face?

Oh, this place looks rural.

Wang Du said that groceries are purchased in stores, so we don't negotiate directly with producers.

When I asked him why he didn't keep it in the store, he said that if he didn't know if he could sell it, but if he harvested it, he wouldn't have sunshine.

Some vegetables will be quite sunny if left in the field, so if they ask, they'll harvest them and divide them.

"Right. Please. But I'm not in a state where I can cook yet, so after tomorrow, when I have time, can you please?

Then I looked around the store for a little while and bought one wooden tarai, more cloth and cotton to spare for the futon, plus dishes and other groceries.

It's just hard to carry around, so I'll have it set aside first, and I'll stop by on my way home.

"I forgot to buy it... isn't there?

You were thinking about what you needed before you left the house... erm.

Ah, a fishing bottle. And the stove!

"Mr. Lorea, do you have a fishing bottle and a portable stove?

"Fishing bottle? Is it good with a handkerchief and rope? When it comes to full pulleys, it's Grandpa Geberg's property."

"Yes, that's fine"

As for putting up with that for a while, in time, you'll have to think about roofing the well into a fishing bottle with a pulley or dealing with it with the smelter Artifact.

If you're thinking about convenience, it's a choice for the smelter Artifact, can you make it for me?

If you think about the bath, I would definitely like it, but I just don't like to buy it from other alchemists. As the end of the alchemist.

"A fishing bottle means there's a well at Mr. Sarasa's place."

"Yes, because we need water for alchemy"

Individuals are rich enough to own wells, large enough families, or people in professions that often use water, and ordinary people typically use joint wells.

In it, alchemists enter the profession of frequent use of water and earn more money, so most of the buildings with workshops also have wells.

Finally, I would have loved to have included the artifact, a smelter that automatically pumps up water... is that just what you want?

It's something to put outdoors, so if you leave it empty, you're in danger of being stolen.

"If you have a mobile stove, you don't have it in stock. The type made of dirt is ordered elsewhere, and the metal belongs to Mr. Jizzed."

"Really... then put it on hold for now"

If you don't get it right away, you might want to make your own Magic Instruction Stove - about the smelter Artifact stove.

It depends on the cost, but you can't afford to buy something that you can store right away.

"Well, this should be okay,"

"Come anytime you forget to buy something! If it's not midnight, I'll take care of it anytime!

Oh, that's the country.

Wang Du, you won't be able to deal with me after time?

"Thank you. When you're in trouble, please."

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"Well, Sarasa, is there anything else you want me to show you around?

I bought everything I was going to buy.

Ask the farmers to show Mr. Elles around shortly.

After... meals!

I need you to show me to the dining room or something.

"Uh, the dining room, there is, isn't there? Can I have that, please?

"Oh, it was about noon. There's only one house in this village, but expect it because it's pretty good!

"Yes! Oh, how about Mr. Elles join us? Thank you for the guide, right?

When I took care of him, I needed to thank him, and I asked him out for lunch, but Mr. Elles laughed and bashed me in the back.

Yeah, it hurts.

"Ha ha, when Sarasa, who is about my daughter's age, is luxurious, auntie, she's not in good shape! Instead, your aunt will luxury you!

"Huh!? I can't ask you to do that after you've guided me..."

"Young kids don't care about that! Auntie, because you're fat!

That's what I said, Mr. Elles slapping Pong on the stomach. It's definitely a little too much... no, no, of course it's a metaphorical expression, right? Yeah.

Elles guided me to the inn and the restaurant.

Is the disproportionately large size of such a village evidence of a large gathering of gatherers?

Once inside, several groups of gatherer-like people are eating in the dining room.

Some people would be in the Tree Sea at this time of year, and this could be pretty cheap for my business?

"Dilal, I'm here to eat!

"Oh, Elles? It's rare to come in the daytime, isn't it?

In response to Mr. Elles' voice, it was probably as much an aunt as Mr. Elles who put his face out of the back.

Nico and the breeze "Kippu" seem to be good, and the width is even better than Mr. Elles.

"Dilal, stop it. It's like you're drinking to me at night!

"Elles let me make some money, I can't get my head up"

Haha, and Mr. Elles and Mr. Dilal hitting each other's shoulders with a bash with laughter.

Uh-huh, is this the communication of the aunts of this village, that “bashibashi”?

Pretty tight for me, though.

"So what do you want to do? You didn't come here in the middle of the day to drink, did you? What does the lady behind you have to do with this?

"Oh. This young lady is an alchemist! I'm here for lunch with this girl."

"Oh, you know, I say Sarasa. Thank you for opening your shop in this village!

That being said and pushed forward by Mr. Elles, I rushed to greet him and bow my head.

"Heh, do you set up a shop with that young man!? That's awesome. I'm a diral in this inn. If that's all right with you, leave me alone!

"Yes, right now, we're not in a state where we can cook, so I think we'll take care of you for a while"

"Oh, right after we moved, I can't help it...... ok! It's your daughter's takeover celebration! Your aunt will be happy today!

"Oh, thank you"

Honestly, I'm happy with my luxury, but my back hurts when I get bashed.

"Oh, Dilal, that's bad"

"Elles, you pay properly!

"Oh, my God, you stink. Isn't this a generous occasion?

"Um, I knew I would thank you for the guidance..."

"Look, let such a lady take care of you"

When I offer reluctantly, Mr. Elles laughs at Niyaniya, showing me and saying that.

Seeing that, Mr. Dilal struck his tongue.

"Shit, there's no choice. You're free, too."

"Uh, are you okay?

Even though I appreciate it, I have a little trouble getting the stock "dashi"......

When I glance at the two faces with a slightly troubled face, Mr. Elles looks at each other, all aligned and laughs.

"I don't care. Elles and I are not familiar with childhood. We're always like this. Besides, Elles' husband takes care of me. It doesn't matter how much I luxury you once in a while!

"This one of ours, it's like we're hanging out. Sorry to bother you."

"No, that would be nice."

Mr. Elles' husband is a hunter, and he seems to be wholesale meat in this inn as well.

Sometimes at that time, I'll make you an omelet, and in a relationship of being held to each other, this degree of rhetoric is like an unmindful amicable communication, what is it?

Uh-huh, I don't know!

I was wondering if it's because we're not dating after all?

"Is there anything wrong with your daughter?

"No, especially. … in terms of things I've eaten before"

I don't grow up in a luxurious environment, so whether I like it or not, there's nothing I can't eat.

As far as I can tell, there seems to be a hell of a lot of smelly stuff in the world that can be eaten even though it's rotten, so I'm a little nervous when that stuff comes out.

"Then I'll be fine. We're dealing with collectors here. I only use common ingredients for serving dishes!

Serve (...) The dish "..." has (...)?

"Is there any unusual local food in this village?

"Hmm? It's not as good as local food. It's quite edible in the country. Eating insects, potatoes, and in some cases caterpillars…"

Whew!

That's irrational!

You have to be starving on a dying level!

"Ha-ha-ha. You don't have to worry, we didn't serve it, and even villagers love eating it!

"Oh really..."

Good.

'Actually, it was in there' or something after I ate the dish, 'cause if I suck, I might get some otome juice out of my mouth.

"But aren't you picking people? Look, of pickles."

"Oh, that's it. I let people out because I like them, but only when they ask me to."

――

I got anxious about the slightly disturbing conversation and asked in detail, unlike the “pickle” Mr. Elles said, it seems to be a somewhat special substitute, soaked in a barrel for over a year, unlike a normal pickle.

It is made as an emergency food in the absence of crops, but it is a harsh substitute for even people in this village to eat as is, and ordinary people are exposed to water for a while before eating.

But you think some of those sour and smelly will suck, and some strong people who eat as they do?

Neither Mr Elles nor Mr Dillall "recommend it at all, nor do we" level, so I'm sure my chances of eating will not come.

Instead, don't come.

"I'll bring you regular recommended dishes. Just give me a minute!

Having said that, Mr. Dilal, who had fallen back to the kitchen, returned with a dish for two in his hand without taking up much time.

"This is more or less what our day looks like. I'm extravagant today, but that's usually forty rare. If you like it, give it to me!

"Thank you. It will be a treat."

Arranged are finely chopped meats and stir-fried beans together, two loaves of bread, plus a soup full of vegetables.

It smells good...... yeah, yummy!

It's been a journey sky for a while now, and I'm pretty glad it's just warm because it was just salty dried meat and strong bread, plus water.

"You like that, don't you?

"Yes! It's delicious!

"That was good! Take your time."

Mr. Dilal slaps me on the shoulder with pampers again, heaps of laughter and returns to work.

Yeah, he's a good guy, but do you want me to refrain from a bit of intense body touch?

I've only studied, because I'm a sprouts boy.

"I'm sorry, you rascal bitch. I don't know how to deal with a village like this because I don't have a fine daughter like your daughter. Village women have been a pain in the ass since they were kids."

Did I get it on your face?

Let's just deny it and change the subject.

"Oh, no. Because I know you're a good person. - Does Mr. Elles come here well?

"Hmm? About every once in a while during the day. My pawn owner is a hunter. I'm alone at noon."

"Um, what about your kids?

"I have two daughters and one son. My daughter usually married me, but my son doesn't like to inherit from the pavilion owner, he left the village to be a merchant..."

"Yes, what is it..."

How can I give it back when this is the case!?

I don't have much experience in life, I don't have a word for it!

"Oh, I don't care. Because I'm normally doing fine, and sometimes I come to this village in business. You're doing pretty well."

Good.

I had a bit of a distant eye, so I totally imagined things like voice loss.

"Well, since it's a small village, the main part has gone around... but when I'm done eating lunch, shall I introduce it to the village chief?"

"Ah! Right, you need it! Greetings. There was no such thing in Wang Du..."

"Haha, that's right! Isn't the top of the king's capital a king? There's no way I'm going to say hello!

I also give a bitter smile back to Mr. Elles, who laughs funny.

Even if he moves in to say hello to me that it's Wang Du, it's about the neighborhood at best.

So I was totally out of my mind.

The laws of the kingdom allow me to move freely, but I can't live in a village like this with bad memories from my superiors.

It was dangerous!

Literally, the village was about to be divided. Yikes!

Thank you, Mr. Elles!