There is nothing impossible in advanced alchemy. -Universal skill to match the other world-

"I can't believe it......"

"You had such a potion to work..."

"Who the hell is he?

Stunning, confusing, and frightening.

Different sights can be directed at me.

It feels weird to be so surprised at the potion or so, but if it was a world where there were only drugs like there had been before in a healing home, it might not be necessary to be surprised to see a decent potion.

"Oh, thank you. This thank you must be...!

"Take this!

Those whose injuries have healed come to me in thanksgiving.

Some of them even try to give me the gold.

After such a crowd, I start walking to the guard's quarters.

"Until now, I'm sorry I made fun of the alchemist! You owe me your life!

"Where are you going!? Wait, let me thank you!

"Back to the stuffing. I'm in the middle of a request."

That's what I said. I showed you my first request for protection.

I was treated like a tax thief when I took it, that request.

The time for the request is still more than eight hours.

This case is solved for now.

Then I have to go back to the jail.

There are other reasons to go back to the cloister. I'm simply tired.

Anyway, after burning more blood than the lethal amount and fighting, we healed nearly 300 injured people in a situation where there wasn't enough medicine.

On the boulder, the limits of health were approaching.

But... the patients who came to thank me never stopped.

I can't go home like this.

(Holy crap...)

I have no complaints per se about fighting demons at the request of protection.

Treating the injured who came out is well within the scope of their work.

But I just want to beg your pardon for being chased around by a crowd of nearly 300 people in a tired state.

"Thank you or something later! Don't follow me!

Come on, I'm dying to go home, and I declare that.

Then… the effect appeared immediately.

"Mr. Marzen is saying 'Don't follow me'! You didn't hear me!

"You guys can't listen to Mr. Marzen!

Some of the adventurers - mainly the adventurers who were escorting me when I was making medicine - said that and kept pushing the crowd to get close to me.

Now, thank you so much.

"Thanks......"

"No, go back to the stuffing with confidence! We'll spread the word about Mr. Marzen's feat!

Spread the word?

I had a bad feeling about the nuance of the word... but I had no more physical leeway to pursue it.

Anyway, the most damaging person on this scene is myself, who lost more blood than a lethal dose.

Unfortunately, the blood consumed by 'burning blood' cannot be replenished without a fairly high level potion. I can't do it with the potion I just made.

Blood replenishes over time, so you won't have to wait for it.

"A little too much force..."

I walked flirtatiously with such a grunt that I fell into the floor as I entered the stuffing.

Speaking of which, the content of the request didn't say 'don't sleep'.

I also feel like sleeping in the middle of a request for protection is on a boulder... I was fought by such a demon without preparation and burned a lot of blood, and even did the victim's rescue in a situation where I didn't even have a locking potion ready.

I want boulders to forgive me enough to sleep.

If another demon comes, I don't know it on the boulder anymore. We'll do something about it ourselves.

I fell asleep thinking about it.

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Then just eight hours later.

I woke up with an extremely precise internal clock specific to the alchemist. I tried to make my way to the Alliance for the fulfillment process of the request.

I tried to head there, but...

"Mr. Marzen is here!

"Hey, you guys, clear the way!

When I stepped out of the stuffing, an unrecognizable old man was in front of the stuffing and said so and started leading me.

Somehow people are gathered in front of the stuffing.

Their gaze was clearly on me.

But the gaze is not what it has been against alchemists.

A sparkling gaze, as if even a hero were in front of him.