The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Is that some kind of dent?

"A little... I'm in the process of reflecting that I'm too relaxed"

I sigh at the fact that I slept until a late hour, which I can't say the next morning, and look out for Muriel, who tipped his little neck wonderfully.

"Mm-hmm, I just woke up, too, so I think you can have a day like that."

She gave me a slightly discouraged word to care for me between arranging the alchemy appliances I had brought in a large bag on a small table.

Think normally...... I wonder how it would be to talk to herself in the same line last night that she would have returned tired from the woods where she was going, but it's also wild to point one thing out, so I'll be honest and nod.

"Well, maybe it's good for occasions. By the way, what are you gonna start?

"Phew, I actually chopped more rosemary leaves. It was heavy."

Muriel, smiling joyfully, rolled her sleeves, bending her white arms tightly to show her little force.

(Thin, supple, tight, good muscles...)

The magicians change their perception that the adventurer's life strengthens their body, and they listen to each other in silence.

"So, make rosemary essential oils and perfume."

"Do it in your room... I'll be damaged by your sense of smell"

"Mm-hmm, the general told me you're leaving this afternoon, right? It's a corner, so I thought I'd chat and make it here."

Slightly swelling her cheeks, she takes out the herbs packed in the narcotics bag, removes the upper part of the iron distiller with the bunk structure and packs the appropriate amount of leaves into a container with countless small holes in the thin bottom.

"I see, the water vapor distillation method"

"... I always wonder where that knowledge comes from?

"Blue-skinned elf pharmacist would have been in the settlement, remember"

"Eh, it was Mira... he's good at alchemy, isn't he?"

The truth is that in the Eastern countries where advanced alchemy has developed, I heard it from the whores in the relevant knowledge of perfume when it was still a person (Jibu), but it is difficult to say so subtly, so I deceive them.

(The original mercenary werewolf dog... impressively)

I haven't told anyone because I didn't have a particular opportunity, but in some cases I wonder if I'll need to tell them, but I'll hammer them to match Muriel, who spoke fervently about plant distillation.

As she sandwiched such an indulgence, she poured water from the leather water bottle into the legged container at the bottom of the distiller, covered the vanilla container earlier and securely secured it with the accessory fittings, closed the iron lid to which the copper tube could be attached, and then turned this way.

"Ugh, maybe not enough water for the chiller?

"I don't care if you water it, you can use it as you please"

Thank you, Archer.

With a mild thank you, hold the handle of the water drain driven to the corner of the table and pour water into the water inlet of the copper chiller that encloses the distorted spiral tube, before accompanying both palms with the magical light carried by the red-haired wizard to the side.

"... everything flows,“ "icy" "

Freeze the water in the chiller with the icing magic derived from the water attribute, then connect the copper tube with the distiller, and then burn the core of the vegetable oil lamp with the magic flute floating at your fingertips as usual.

As she inserted it into the distiller's leg and beaker to the end of the copper tube, which was longitudinally near the bottom of the chiller, Muriel sat poffingly next to me sitting on the bed.

"Now if you wait a while, you'll have essential oils in the supernatant and rosemary perfume buildup underneath."

"You don't exchange water and oil."

Returning the main point in short, she cuts out the story to delude herself that her temperatures and fragrances have passed over her shoulders that touch each other, and that her instincts have been stimulated.

"Recently, there have been many troublesome demons in the territory of the settlement neighborhood... what about the woods on the north side?

"Hmm, I heard rumors in the village of Grau saying that, so Ares got cautious and only went into shallow parts of the woods. Well, it's hard for everyone in the village to have reconstruction work,"

According to her somewhat troubled story, the source of the increased vulnerability of dangerous species is the adventurer who traveled to the forest via the village of Grau.

Seems to have told the innkeeper's father to be careful when he finds the unfamiliar claw marks carved into the trees and the tooth moulds, residues, etc. that linger on the remains of native species that were scattered throughout the search for medicinal herbs and materials.

Several similar reports have made the men returning to the village of Grau hypersensitive in reconstruction work.

"It wasn't a very good atmosphere, and he said he would make a plea to the Duke for an investigation..."

"Is that Miss Grace's turn?"

That neighborhood is nothing more than a feeding ground for wood, stone and hunting meat for the core city of Warren, and cannot be left alone.

Even if we do an investigation, it is assumed that we may encounter dangerous species, so personnel, including “gold” class adventurers, who can handle threats C to B.

I instantly thought it was in the Barbera Forest, requested by the Elf's Witch Hall, and put on hold the search for the "Dirty Tree”, and at any rate, I also received the Duke's request to investigate and reward him together... etc. Though the idea passed through my brain, in the "iron” grade, I would be hooked on the acceptance limit.

(Originally required for herd safety)

Summarize your thoughts thoroughly and exchange words with Muriel as you hear the sound of the water boiling, watching exactly how distilled perfume builds up in the beaker.

The process came to an end in less than a moment, with less than a teaspoon of rosemary essential oil straining the perfume surface layer as a supernatant.

Essential oils are said to be an ingredient in mixing with distilled liquor to make medicinal liquor, and to work on some chronic illnesses that the cleric's curative magic does not work, and she tightens the stopper as if it were important when she switches it to a vial.

"Are you accumulating?

"Well, little by little. ♪ There's some essential oils like white sage."

It should be noted that the remaining distilled perfume was divided into two glass bottles.

"Because I promise to give it to Mirea, too."

"It's a friendly thing..."

Muriel, who finished collecting the refinery, started cleaning up, so I packed up quickly and followed her to the Lost Lamb (Stray Sheep) Pavilion.

The two of us walked in the East End for a little late lunch, bought some rock salt refills we used to smoke and some red potato and legume seeds we also made last year, finished using them and then broke up with her and traveled to streets outside the city.

Therefore, after returning home, he hides in the grass and turns into a giant wolf with the leather belt of the dedicated harness adjusted to a reasonable length carrying a bag for the beast.

"Guh, wow, wow."

I practiced so that I could fasten my bag on my own, but even though I was unfamiliar with it, I stepped on the earth and let my fingernails on my limbs shallow.

By kicking the ground firmly, he gains a high rebellion and rushes forcefully, breaking through the forest area in less than two minutes and returning to the settlement where he is accustomed to dwelling by the time the sun sets.

The day after he thus returned from his short stay in the city, he left the settlement with his colleagues, including the elves, for the forest centre of Barbera, in the form of accepting a proposal that had previously come from Listi.