Apprentice Alchemist Bakes Bread - Relaxed Collection and Forest Workshop Life

"I want to make this bread smaller for portable foods, not potion effects."

"Are you going to make it any smaller? That's not good enough to eat."

The cube pan was originally sized to ride flat in the hand, 5 to 6 setch squares. It is more voluminous than it looks because it has so many utensils, but it would still feel like this one is not big enough for a man.

"No, it's not, the volume of the original bread stays like this, compressed like this... I wish I could soak it in soup or something to get it back. Because if you were a guy, you'd want three or four of these, wouldn't you? But I didn't think it would be possible to bring in so much."

"Compression......? I've never heard of that, but I'd appreciate it if I could. Because even if it's wrapped in long-lasting paper (wrap), it doesn't make much sense to bring in numbers."

I can honestly think of saying that if I could compress it...

But I did a quick search for 'recipes' and found some items that might be tips. I think if I can apply it well, I can do about the candy ball-sized 'honey dies'. Probably.

"Right. I've squared this too, so I think it's easy to pack it in my backpack... if I can compress it, it won't be tight, it's easy to bring it in even when it's a small number of people, and maybe someone can hold the pan for that, right?

"Sure. I understand the need for a pot today."

Mr. Letterio looked at the juniors eating with pleasure and wore them on bread that contained plenty of soup.

And my first night in the labyrinth.

Strangely enough, the moon and the stars looked beautiful to the shooting stars. Really, where the hell is this (...)?

"... Mr. Letterio"

"Hmm?"

The white stuffed grass be (...) h (...) d (...) slept side by side in the order of me, Ignis and Mr Letterio.

That said, little Ignis is around my head, so me and Mr. Letterio are back to back.

"If I can't get out of the labyrinth tomorrow..."

"Iris, it's okay. If..."

"What shall we do with dinner? Can you eat demons?

Mr. Letterio's eyes turned round looking back.

"... Huh? Oh, yeah. I can eat... Huh?

"Huh?"

"No, I thought you were anxious..."

I lowered my eyebrows and laughed furiously, and Mr. Letterio turned his back.

"Iris is funny, isn't he? Some of them are a little out if you think they're solid, and I'd say there's no clapping, like right now. Oh, but is that connected to your inspiration as an alchemist?

"Not enough to flinch and say... It's still early to apply it to your apprenticeship! He used to scold me..."

Yes, we have to be careful applying the 'recipe' with our thoughts in mind. If I had an accident on my internship alone, no one would help me.

"Oh, that makes sense too, doesn't it? Basically, it's important. But isn't it time to try everything? I think that's what you lent Iris the workshop."

I blinked.

- Could it be that my one-person internship doesn't mean 'left alone' because it's a fallout, but an apprentice, but 'it's okay with one person'... Was it?

"Iris?"

"... No, hey, he said it depends on how you take it.... I'm not abandoned."

"The other way around. I think you're looking forward to it."

Expectations. Yes, Dr. Irina did say that to me.

I wonder what I was getting anxious about. Practice making the same pills and baking bread as before...... maybe he was in a hurry because he was a long way to the exam and still didn't see well?

"Hey, Iris. What kind of alchemist does Iris want to be?

- My, alchemist who wants to be.

"... I'm not sure yet... but aren't alchemists who are gunning for research now the Royal Institute of Research? I think they're dealing with big things like military and public works... for the sake of the country. On the contrary, it is difficult to study the many alchemists in Shijing who work in pharmacies and daily necessities workshops. So I don't think we've been studying portable food yet."

If you want to study it as you like, you can either pull it into the country like Grandpa Galgor, or it's only in the form of a half-hearted place with property.

The honey dies I was making in the workshop. Even Biscotti is a man who can make it at home. Mr. Letterio was pleased with such an easy alchemist's portable meal. (Well, it also has an omelet potion effect)

Because the portable food of hunters and knights is basically old-fashioned solid-roasted bread and dried meat for some reason.

"This time I thought," How come you haven't eaten your phone and made it taste better? "

"Uh... yeah, sure. - Honestly, our values are weapons and protective equipment first, and medicine second. Because portable food is light and long-lasting the best... if you can eat and move your meal, it's fine, they've been untouched for years complaining about it. Well, I don't have a budget, and I don't sell delicious portable food in the first place."

"Right..."

I guess they all do. I'm sure in front of the big things in the country, a personal meal is such a small thing. Plus a big organization like the Knights, which is also a public institution. I guess starting or changing something there is also a big deal.

Isn't the format of the apprentice alchemist's report an old-fashioned waste? I don't think so Ugh... duh! I'm sure it's from the same logic that it doesn't change.

"Meals are actually very important."

I ran out of ingredients, and the first ancient bread I was forced to bake - that was great then too, but if I could choose, I'd rather eat this cube bread.

"Seeing as the junior knights rejoice... makes you want to make a delicious, light, long-lasting portable meal. I 'm-- you know, enriching my routine? Maybe he wants to be an alchemist who makes things fun."

Oh, I feel like something that was bonkers took shape for the first time.

I tried to put it into words, and something in me sounded cackly hazy. Yes, the alchemist I want to be must be such an alchemist.

Finally, I feel clear about what to do.

"Nice. I thought I saw those guys too, but meals are surprisingly basic, aren't they? Eating something delicious will simply cheer you up."

I remember what the knights looked like earlier, and I spill a grin.

I want a soup replacement! and the lamenting junior knight, part 1. The two next door and the three were soaking the solid-grilled bread in sweet water, applying some paste of hand and stabbing it in the tree, and the four bowed their heads to 'Mr. Ignis', and they were all delighted to have it broiled.

"Pfft. It looked pretty good, didn't it?

It smelled appetizing.

That must be some kind of liver paste. Seems like a habit, but broiling is a good idea, and I thought the burning was absolutely delicious.

"I wonder if they woke up with food creativity thanks to Iris ~. I'm going to bring in the pan voluntarily next time."

Two, something crossed the corner of my sight. Oh, there's a raven jumping on that hill over there.

Yes, if demons can be eaten, isn't a raven a great ingredient? I actually love ravioli and ravioli liver. I've eaten a lot in my hometown, but I've hardly eaten since I came to Venetos, so I kinda miss it.

"Hey, Iris. I knew I'd be a baker or a portable eater before I became a one-serving alchemist. I'm coming through, okay?

"... right. Maybe that's not bad either......?

I need to spend money on living and research to become a single alchemist, so I'll start by baking bread, becoming a portable eater, selling it to the Knights of Venetos, and putting out a report to verify its effectiveness and taking it for next year's exam -.

"But then I'm going to be a baking alchemist... right?

What the hell kind of alchemist specializes in baking?

"Ha! That's good. The only delicious alchemist in this country."

"Mm-hmm... Leh Kun U-sha..."

Ignis, who was asleep, wrinkles between his brows and spills such bedtime remarks. We said "good night" without saying a word, hastily closing our mouths, which were laughing, hehe, ha.

I turned my back on Mr. Letterio, but it's kind of exciting in my mind and I'm still not going to sleep.

What would Ignis have said if he was awake right now?

"What, really me... becoming a bakery... of?," I feel like I look a little confused but happy.

Ignis, who is sleeping in Munya, maybe in his dreams, looks complicated holding a hokahoka cube bread.

That's what I thought.