Apprentice Alchemist Bakes Bread - Relaxed Collection and Forest Workshop Life

"Ha..."

At the Alchemy Institute, the lead surgeon's lab, one rare vocal sigh was dropped.

"What's wrong with you? Irina."

"Oh, excuse me. Would you look at this one for a second? Clemente."

The reception set, which is continuing with the laboratory, was sat opposite Clemente, the lead magician, who is the lord of the room, and Irina, a high-ranking magician.

"Oh, an example apprenticeship report"

"Yep. It's for the extra arrival after the earlier meeting..."

Ha. Irina zeroes her sigh again.

"What the hell is she thinking?

"I think the mobile food earlier was good content? - Hmm? Did you make other pieces of preserved paper (wrap)?... what? Jelly?"

Clemente scratched up the long blonde hair that fell on the paperwork and tilted her neck.

Clemente's robe, the lead magician, is a deep dark color. Its back is embroidered with just the head, but it is hidden with long, unwrought brackets, which are seldom visible.

"Get out of there. Damn, you like unusual things too. [Storage Container] on the next page. There's going to be more patent applications and more work for me."

"Oh, there."

Kus smiles so small that he turns the page with his long fingers.

"No, it's not there. That kid... he's only a year away from the exam and he's enjoying making more and more new stuff... I don't mind having fun, but do you really understand the goal of exams? and a little worried..."

"The covenant spirits were the flaming spirits."

"Yes."

"Aren't you a promising disciple now that there are few contractors for the Spirit of Fire (Salamander)? Isn't that like Dormire's San Shaw?

"Yes."

Among the four Spirits, the Spirit of Fire (Salamander) is often treated as distinct.

Other elements are, of course, elements that must be for a person, but flames are a gift that has transformed a person's life. Beginning with the evolution of the diet, it now plays a major role as a 'force', such as gunpowder and bombs.

"Are you afraid that your apprentice will be taken by the Sorcery Division?

"No, only that girl. That's worrying."

"Hmm? Are you low on magic?

"No. I have a lot of magic... but it's not for me. Oh, I did."

and Irina removed two [slime containers] from her hip pouch - [bag].

"It's a hemming. You're staying here today anyway, right? Eat."

"This is..."

In the translucent [slime container (inside)] were red and golden liquids - minestrone and consomme soup.

"Really... why would he use the Spirit of Fire (Salamander) for cooking? Ignis seems to be good at cooking too... and it's hard for me to understand anymore. - It's funny, isn't it?

Niccoli and Irina laugh and look at Clemente with challenging eyes.

"That's hilarious indeed. Container……. - That was a blind spot."

And Clemente, too, laughs niggly as she rocks the container.

"We wouldn't have thought much of it because we would put anything in a [bag], would we?

"Right. [Bag] I used the preservation bottle as it was... the disciples will be happy."

"Yes, and it needs to be improved, but I would definitely like to use it for materials that are immersed in water and stored."

"Sure. It's good to be able to overlap one by one at the same size. I can see the contents... and I think I can make the most of the shelves. It's easier to manage than a crate."

And when she layered the soup containing the [slime container], Irina also took the bag out of the [bag] and put it on.

"I'll hem this, too. You didn't get the sample, did you? Iris bread"

"You just had a bite. Help. Now we can cage till tomorrow."

"You really are...... Well, good, eat. Tastes great."

Irina will finally add the fruit from the woods that Iris sent to her. It is a king grape that can be eaten without having to peel.

"That was delicious indeed. The idea is interesting and... I'd love to see you once."

"Oh, really? You know, she might play a little bit like you."

"Really?

"Yep. For example, that hair"

"Is this it? Long hair would do the same to you."

"Don't make it the same. I like it and stretch it and take care of it quite a bit. but you and that kid are 'troublesome, so keep stretching', right?

One blink, Clemente fingers a slightly habitual hair similar to Letterio and looks at Irina.

"... you think we're all different? No, but it's a hassle, isn't it? If you had time to take care of your hair, you'd want to read even one of the books, wouldn't you?

"See, there too. It's similar to Iris. She likes to read books, or she reads and reads like she's comfortable reading and fishing."

"I see. I think I fit in."

Clemente, after all, narrows her drooping eyes very similar to Letterio's.

"If you say you feel comfortable - Letterio seems to like her a lot."

Picking the pacri and the grapes, Clemente smiles in his brother's face and says:

Clemente and Letterio are ten years apart brothers. Because of that, Clemente doesn't remember spending much of his days together, even if he remembers doing it adorably as his brother. By the time Letterio was finally five, Clemente was fifteen. I was in the Alchemy Institute, so honestly, I don't know my brother that well.

So Clemente is somewhat pleased that she found out a little about her brother at today's meeting.

"If you can handle this with her, you want it quick. I look forward to seeing you."

"Please don't. I'd be in trouble if they did something before the exam."

"Really? But look, Venetos has that summer festival, right?

Clemente heartily remembers visiting her aunt and cousin when she used to go out and play.

He's in the shape of a drawstring, but if he goes, everything is fun. The liveliness of the day city that I went with my cousins at an early age, and the glare of the night when I last went, are still memories that make his breasts jump.

"By the way, Irina, does' Princess's White Bulb 'still remain white then?

"Come on......? It remains in the vault. I'm sure you're still immature and not left white?

The smiling face is soft and still challenging.

And "ha," the usual sigh is dropped in the lab with a bitter smile.

"Totally... I used to say" Xiao Wei "

- Waiting for the full moon for the red bulbs to come to fruition, his evening is still long.