Atelier Tanaka

What should I do if I want to be a doctor, for example? If I talked to a high school teacher or something, I'd be instructed to go to college medical school or something. If so, what should I do if I want to be an alchemist?

All you have to do is go to a city school.

"I see."

I asked the young girl who was going to the city to hold the copper coin and she told me about the facility where she was going to school.

You had something like that.

"Where is that?

"Hmm? Uh, hey, go over there, go over here, go over there again!

"Uh, I see. Over there. Over there again."

Untranslated directions, as always. Nevertheless, if you walk like that, you'll definitely get there because of your past track record, so let's be honest and nod here.

"Bye!

"Oh, thank you."

A toddler girl rushing energetically, smiling and waving a boom.

Cheers up.

Lovely.

Drop that off again with a smile.

Boulevard, dispersed by the crowd, the figure quickly became invisible.

"I didn't think there was a school."

There were also a few books in the atelier at home. But it was all hard to catch. There's nothing you can't read. However, I think the sensation is tough to the extent that a raw literary bastard takes a path to the IT dirt.

In those conditions, I decided to become an alchemist was good, but I was dreaming of breaking it early.

I hate reading books.

I love comics, though.

Hey, this is a hassle, I'm tired of facing books, etc., and students who work to clean the room before regular exams go out in the mood. At the end of his leg is the main street of the city. So coincidentally, she was just an example of a toddler who broke up now.

Instead, I spoke up, and what I received was a nice assist. It is up to him to regain himself where he is in danger.

School.

Sounds like a long time if you think back. The point where the school couldn't go back no matter how much I admired it after replacing it with the company.

"I'm an alchemist, I'm young, and I'm following you to school, so I'm gonna have to do this."

School is packed with dreams.

School is full of hope.

Summer vacation in life.

After thirty years, I feel like a middle-aged jerk trying to get into medical school.

"Come on."

Over there. Over there again.

◇ ◆ ◇

The destination we reached was a castle or a palace, a terribly majestic building that felt that way. Imagine a Buckingham Palace facility and it feels like you can get to the right answer. There is a presence that draws a line with the surrounding buildings.

Once done and across the wide front square, move inside the building. Get over there, get over here, get over here. After wandering around for only a few dozen minutes, it was a few minutes ago that I encountered a receptionist Oneisan in what looked like a focal point I had finally reached.

I felt pampered and like expressing the reception front of a major company made in marble in fantastic total stone construction. There is a terrible and majestic atmosphere. The reception of the Gouda building at DNP was just like this.

So, that's where we're deciding to talk about the current status.

"Are you enrolled?

"Yeah, yes"

"Indeed, the school is recruiting students more widely than at home and abroad. However, there are many things you will need, such as enrollment fees and tuition fees. Very rude, but the conditions around here..."

"I see..."

I knew I needed the money.

If we were to maintain and operate this luxurious building, it would take a while.

I was hoping for a better facility.

"... Um, how much?

"Ten gold coins for admission. Five gold coins will be paid for each term of tuition. If you include the various costs separately, the average amount you will need in a year is about fifty sheets."

"What, 50 million a year? Are you serious?

This country seems to have more unequal societies going on than Japan.

"So I'm sorry, but few civilians are enrolled. Most will come from nobles, or even civilians, more than a certain number of bourgeoisies."

"Were you?"

"I'm afraid you've traveled a long way, but please pick it up."

I guess it's because my face tastes like Asian soy sauce. How the receptionist Oneisan judged this one to be a person from a distant country. Poor people have traveled from far away to other countries in search of schools, I guess they assumed such a setting. Mostly correct.

"Okay. If that's the case, you can't help it."

Mindless. I thought I could go to school.

Is the path left when this happens self-study?

No, no, it's still too early to give up.

I didn't decide that school was one.

"If you knew any of these other schools, I'd like you to tell me."

"Right. The school is one of the most prestigious schools in the country. Similarly, I think every school lining this neighborhood has strict admission conditions. If it's a school in a local city, or a relatively small school building run by an individual, admission from the city well may come true."

"I see..."

Oneisan good guy who answers politely for the %.

Blonde long white beauty with big blue eyes very attractive. Even bigger breasts and bindings. I guess he's wearing some cute clothes all the time, like a suit, because the neighborhood is a high school.

Well, no, let's pull ourselves together here.

Yeah, or if you ask a city girl, she might tell you something else.

Go over there, go this way, go that way, like...

What a thought, my voice accidentally hung up.

"Hmm? What are you doing here?"

Its extremely transgressive and rigid and vainly infidel sounds familiar. We just met the other day, a demonic nobleman. I feel the name was a cool horizontal letter for the sake of it, but I've forgotten what it was.

"No, you're the one. Why are you here?

"Why am I here? That would be up to me because I'm taking the whip here though. Is that who you were here?

It was the demonic aristocrats who showed their faces from the corner closer to us, the hallway facing the reception. He realizes this one exists. No, he's approaching Tsukatsuka. Is it in the form of a break between me and the receptionist Nathan speaking over the counter?

"No, no, it's exactly what they just turned me down for enrollment. Enrollment fees are too high."

"It would certainly be a difficult forehead for the poor. That said, because of those conditions, this place serves as a prestigious school that only echoes its name to the rest of the world. Never a bad thing."

"I'm not messing with that. There's nothing good about mixing rich and poor people together. It's a convincing story."

"Oh, definitely"

Demonic aristocrats who show their consent to my words and snort deeply. If you stay calm like this, you're a man who can talk to you for what you want. I'm sure he has an extremely bad liquor habit. It's not a deal I want to get along with much. It's important to have a moderate distance from this kind of thing.

I was thinking appropriately, for example, and a surprisingly barbaric voice sounded.

Over the counter from the side, from the receptionist Oneisan.

"Fo, Dear Fallen..."

"What?

The gaze of a demonic aristocrat moves to her side.

As soon as possible, the gaze became very cold with the tone.

As always, he's an extreme person with an appreciation for people.

"No, you know, was this one of you acquainted with Master Fallen?

"Why would I have a conversation with someone I don't know?

"And if you'll excuse me,

Oneisan lowering her head in a great panic.

This seems to be the standard exchange between nobles and civilians.

"You, what's your name?

"Huh..."

Vikri, the Oneisan of reception that trembles all over your body, even at great altitude. It's like, what a casual delusion to assume from drama, comics and movies, like a prisoner sentenced to death. Maybe this is how it must be.

This demonic nobleman, he's fine, cut off the maid's legs and stuff.

"Hey, hurry up"

A magical nobleman who hurries.

"Sa, my name is Sabrina"

Oneisan at the reception to answer.

The latter is gable with momentum that is likely to leak urine now. You're very excited about the early twenties and the beautiful looking woman peeing out of fear. If possible, I would like to wear black tights and use M-shaped legs.

but now is not the time.

In front of this and the advice I received personally, it seems that something like a brother-in-law sprouts in my heart. I feel sorry for the boulder, hey stop him for a second, I took a step to both sides to pinch my mouth.

He handled busaments like me properly. I was happy.

"Hey, you..."

However, the words of the demonic aristocracy that were followed by this were unexpected.

"The fact that you were stopping him like this here was a worthwhile event for me. It deserves credit in that respect. We'll have a promotion notice next month."

"Huh?"

"What, are you dissatisfied?

A magical nobleman who tells a story in the face.

The ever unchanged look is sappy I don't know what you're thinking.

"Yes, what! There's no annihilation!

As soon as possible, the receptionist drips his head and repeats his words of gratitude.

"Yes, ah, thank you! Thanks!

Because he lowered his head with momentum, his long blonde hair swayed on his back and he shook with glitter. I knew Blonde Long was the best. If I'm going to make her too, I'd prefer someone with long blonde hair, because I could use artificial golden hair made of high breeches.

"If it's money, I'll work on it. Let him go to school."

"Huh!? Um, hey, are you sure?

"Don't make me say the same thing twice."

"Ha, yes, no!

Trembling receptionist.

Apparently, this demonic nobleman is quite great in the same school.

Yes, no, I've never heard of anything like that before.

"Are you sure? That doesn't mean I'm coming to you, does it? I mean, you're not willing to go, are you? I don't care if you say you're impotent later."

"I don't mind. It makes sense for you to enroll in our school."

"Oh, really?"

"Well, I have class. Now excuse me."

"Oh, yes. Go ahead. Good luck with your class."

"Uhm."

And when I said what I wanted to say, the demonic nobleman left.

I still don't have half the feeling I'm betting my life on magic.

Once you've had a few successful experiences with magic, can you be that confident?

"Um, well, let's get on with the process..."

"Oh, thank you. Best regards,"

Oneisan at the reception, her voice trembling by the outspoken.

How much is it, demon nobleman?

◇ ◆ ◇

The admission process took place without delay.

The task of inserting a mongoloid named me inside the caucasoid naturally bursts with discomfort. That said, it seems irrefutable in season, and the receptionist sister said, not a bad time, no. Everything seems to be starting class this semester yesterday, which seems convenient as an admission time.

Around the various places involved, I got textbooks and stuff unilaterally in the form of soaking up payment processing and everything related to it. I feel sorry for the boulders after the number. The process of going over to the school, over here, and getting the items I needed everywhere was like a quest for nettles.

By the way, the same school seems to be dormitory-wide in principle. They say students are not limited to the people of this city, and there are never many extra nobles to go from the allies. For some of those reasons, he basically said he had enough capacity for all of his students to fit in.

Thanks to you, we have one big problem here.

I didn't think it was mandatory to stay in the dorm.

"Oh, my God. It's a pinch of homeless survival."

A house is a place where people live.

The lifespan of a lost house in a person's hands is short.

If so, home commuting is the supreme proposition.

A full train is the Lehman Slayer.

"Damn, what's wrong"

Distressed.

I seriously worry about it.

Think with a flat view of the given dorm key.

Seems like a private room, by the way.

And you think each room has its own maid of honor?

"Dormitory, or..."

I have to figure out a way to get to school from home somehow. I walk more than an hour apart from home and school. I can't believe I'm walking away every day, and I'm going to be physically and mentally healthy. Visceral fat is going to cut level ten. I don't like that.

"We need to secure transportation."

At least a bicycle would shorten it to about twenty.

Ooh, realistic.

Oh, my God, I was walking down the hallway thinking about that and this and the future, and I got to where I was meant to be. One door facing the hallway leads to numerous lined classrooms. Beyond that I can feel signs of people in the bustle.

The school is a credit system. Following the instructions given in the booklet on the class guide, I searched for a classroom where there would be an alchemist-like class, and now the door in front of me matches. In view of the clock hung in the hallway, there is now no doubt in the gap time between class and class.

…………

Can I come in on my own?

Well, fine.

It's like a college lecture anyway.

Sometimes it stands out where one or two people or outsiders have increased.

Feel free to think and pull the door.

The room was a relatively small, but vainly majestic, one made to fit all twenty or thirty people. The range of sight is also made of lustrous stone with a marble-like gloss. When sculptures are exchanged everywhere, this creates a sense of luxury in vain.

On the other hand, the chairs the students sit on and the desks that line up against this are made of wood. Even though it's made of wood at a time, it's not the kind of DIY that Osama there makes for Sunday carpenters, but some kind of brand, some kind of series, hand-crafted with all his heart by a celebrity artisan with forty years of experience.

Like that.

It's a fantastic classroom in a fantastic school that the Japanese imagine. It's even more luxurious for nobles. When I say fantasy, it's fantasy, and when I say school, it's school. It is a set of stage sets that feel like that.

…………

So, it was seen in unison.

Until then, all the students who had blossomed into the chat suddenly looked at us.

Besides, he's always young. Too young. Most are teenagers. Though I can see the twenties slightly, the majority of them are exquisite in the middle and can barely be confirmed in the second half. None of them will be in their thirties.

Besides, everyone wears some kind of tailored, luxurious clothing.

I don't feel half the way out of place myself.

I think I've challenged the sweatshirt up and down to a stylish bar where dress code is mandatory.

"... Hi, nice to meet you"

Admit with Tsukatsuka, for example by meeting appropriately.

I didn't hear back.

Hold me strong and sit close to the entrance and exit.

In the meantime, there was a whisper among the students.

"Who is it, that Osama?" "I mean, how old are you?" "Not a teacher? But I usually sat in a chair. Are you a student?" "What country is he from? Nose or something. Too low, right?" "I mean, your skin isn't yellow? You look like a Lizardman." "Overall, you have shallow face sculptures."

You don't intend to hide it, all of it is beneath you.

I don't have a feeling this is going to be a mess.

◇ ◆ ◇

The Hisohiso story continued until the next class teacher visited.

On the contrary, where the teacher in charge visited, he stopped perfectly.

My heart held tight.

How hard of a gaze of suspicion directed from a young boy and girl. I felt so stressed that I wanted to go back to my homeowner, in my homeowner's bed, wear my homeowner's futon, and fall asleep for a few convenient years. Seriously, jerk off. Young man these days.

It is the first class that has finally begun, ahead of those trials.

"Then I'll start the class."

From time to time, my gaze is pointed at me like a chill.

Are you out of your mind? No, I don't know. But let's just say it's my fault.

"I'm Lydia-Nannuzzi with sophomore alchemy classes for the next year. Please, thank you. Let me teach you how to apply it, assuming the foundation of the alchemist that you learned last year."

A self-introduction that can be described as hard.

Here you go. Nice to meet you.

Earlier, Onei at the reception took note of the name in the notebook.

I mean, it's an application. I don't know the basics yet. From what the word indicates last year, apparently this lecture is something that students should take after the second year. I just checked the guidance flyer once, and I noticed my mistake.

I think I gave the wrong lecture.

That said, I'm also sorry to take a seat on the way, so I decide to stay.

"That's quick..."

Lydia begins to speak with momentum without knowing this convenience.

"Pepper, pepper."

"Pepper, pepper."

"Pepper, pepper."

This guy talks fast. Too soon.

I'm not a beginner. Because some of the books I read at home are exquisite, such as studying as alchemy. Definitely a falling course as it is. Before you enroll with someone else's money, that's all you want to avoid.

He's a demonic nobleman, and if he gets angry, he looks scared.

"What is required first as an application of alchemy…"

Alchemy classes that go on and on with the rash.

I come desperately to open my eyes, eat my teeth, and follow you to anything. I feel like a pre-exam student. Without a word of leakage, it depends on your tenacity to write down all of your teachings into your notebook.

I'm sure everything is new, a lovely broadcast of knowledge, I thought.

However, only a few minutes after the lecture had begun, I realized. To the fact that the knowledge given by Dr. Lydia is only a summary, or a very small part, of what was in the books I read at home.

I was tempted that it was because it was a school class with an annual class volume of 50 million, but the clouds are not great. I don't know, all of them. I've just read this in my book. What is wrong with this? Hey.

"So what is needed to generate potions above intermediate..."

I can describe that or this.

If this is like an exam, congratulations to Yamakura.

"These materials can be found south of the Sigeri Wetlands Zone. However, with powerful monsters such as Lizardman flocking around, it may be considered impossible for alchemists to collect alone. So the basics of collecting are at parties…"

Speaking of which, did someone just say something about me that sounded like a Lizardman?

Isn't it terrible to be out on a boulder?

"So to improve the quality of intermediate potions..."

I should have listened seriously, but I'm getting sleepy gradually. Years after graduation, and beyond, until today, and someday again, I admire, admire, admire, and when my endless student life reappears in front of me like this, I'm still sleepy.

Sleepy.

I remember being the type to take credit for only taking exams in college.

Occasionally during the class, teachers sometimes asked for answers to questions in the form of mentoring students. But because the appearance stands out from the surroundings, because we didn't want to distract ourselves from this, because we didn't want to be involved, right, I'm sure we are, damn it. It was never pointed out, and everything went only peacefully.

Then it's just a small hour with a physical feel.

The class, along with the sound of the bell, betrayed its original plans and ended without any hassle.

◇ ◆ ◇

Instead, the trouble came after class.

As I was traveling around the school for my next lecture, I ran into a familiar blonde lolita across the hall.

"... hey, why are you here?

He is a bitch who partied with adventurers sometime. It is my vivid memory and trauma that I was framed for orgy with two handsome men from the same party in the next room of the inn.

He looks very medieval and fantastically aristocratic, by the way. The cape is woven. If they say exactly what it is, it feels like searching for images in that kind of system animation and coming out up there.

"No, I became a student here today."

"Hmm? At that age?

But well, it's an infidel, infidel statement despite the encounter.

I care, too, so don't push me into it.

"I mean, if you're gonna say that, what about you?

You just got a little more toned by accident, didn't you?

"I'm a student here, too."

"Oh, I see."

"Are you from an aristocrat?

"Huh?"

"I don't think a single adventurer can afford tuition here."

"Ah......"

Thank you for your particular question.

"There was a little handover, in relation to..."

It's backdoor admission.

"I feel like the director here wasn't going to let that happen."

"No, well, what do you say..."

Japanese grief that comes out poorly, naturally over here, because it's high-pressure when they do it. You're pestering your head against a younger girl. I'm serious.

"I mean, weren't you an adventurer either?

"Wow, I'm good! Because you are an adventurer, but at the same time noble!

"I see."

It still seemed to come from the rich.

I don't use a fine carriage or anything for my adventures on Dada.

"Well, then there are other classes, so I'll excuse you here..."

"Oh, wait, wait!

Even if I had any more, it wouldn't be a busy thing. I still feel gaze from around me. What, Osama? Why is Osama in school? I mean, why are you talking to that girl intimately? Seriously! Like, that's what's coming together.

I followed the scene so I could escape.

◇ ◆ ◇

A few hours later, the class of the same day was completed as a whole.

Learning plan set up to aspire to the alchemist. Scheduled classes. I followed this and walked all over the classroom in the school. Nature and evocation are my own college student lives that passed over a decade ago. I feel a little sentimental because of it.

It's just that I don't have the pleasure of being a friend then.

What a sad thing to walk on campus with a botch.

"Besides, the class was subtle."

I didn't get any more information than was stated in the text I read at home. Learning was centered on seating, and there were no workshops to actually move your hands, such as handling instruments. Exquisitely, to what extent have some of the instruments prepared in advance by the instructor been arranged on the table?

Probably because it won't be long before the new semester begins. It appeared that the lecture had not yet progressed by the time it dealt with practical content. The contents of the classes are branded as applications, but the actual alchemy is still far from the point of view of the books we read to our shop's atelier.

"... in the meantime, do you want to leave the dorm and go home"

Aim, the secret drug of rejuvenation. Though I have set goals, such as this, even if I am studying at this pace, I feel that my life expectancy over here is going to run out by the time I complete it.

Or maybe for the moment, you should study at home with a text partner. I mean, you're right. Let's do that. School should go if you want to feel moratorium.

He says you don't have to leave class as long as you score on the exam.

Something like that, I hurried home on early walks with due diligence in mind.

◇ ◆ ◇

Back at home, an unfamiliar match stood in front of our front door. There are two gendarme-like men with spears in one hand. Repeat, Concon, Concon, knock on the door, each other, you're not home, are you? Maybe he's away. Want to slap some more? Words are exchanged with others.

"What? You got a case with me?

My liver is cold.

I can't ignore it, and I'm more vocal than walking under it.

"Um, what can I do for you?

"Are you the landlord here?

"Uh, yeah, I just moved in recently."

"That's just fine. I'm here to collect taxes."

"Taxes?"

"Resident and zoning taxes, plus interest. One hundred and fifty pieces of gold for the last seven years."

One crack in the gendarmerie complaining about the rash.

"What..."

No way, this is a completely unexpected event.

I mean, what's the state of delinquency?

"One hundred and fifty sheets, you know, is higher than the amount of land and buildings combined."

"This house has been repeatedly transferring and transferring and paying taxes has not been paid properly. That's what I've been waiting for. You'll have your say over there, but this is also the national system. I want you to pay me the full amount as an obligation to have a house."

"Seriously."

I was struck like I was hit in the head with a hammer.

Win a bid for cheap real estate at auction based on a denomination-only judgment. Since the three-point set had not been checked on a busy basis, a debt takeover attached to the real estate that would become apparent at a later date. That amount is enough seven-digit yen to compensate for the low bid amount. It's a common pattern for novices to auction.

I didn't think I'd catch on.

I was alarmed because I was a fantasy. Damn, you don't need taxes or fantasies for such pitfalls. Let's be more hobby. It's like that kind of vivid social mechanism, because nobody wants it.

"The deadline is within this month. If the payment is delayed, the house will be seized"

"This is awesome by the end of the month!?

"You seem to have been fooled by a city realtor. Well, how can a man from another country, not just this city, be easily ducked? Think you're studying this one, and be careful what you do next."

…………

Was that realtor, Nico, evil behind the smile?

Fooled. You totally fooled me.

Reasonably, I got it cheap.

I'm not convinced.

"At the end of this month, I will visit again to take it up. Make sure you have the money by then."

…………

Gendarmerie who speaks up for what it is.

Seriously, office work.

I didn't have a word to give it back.

How shocking was the fact that my home, which I got because of it, the owner, the single-family home, is about to be lost right now. I forgot to go into the house, and for a few minutes, I just stood there.

The house is the heart of a Japanese boy.

◇ ◆ ◇

I've bought a calendar in the neighborhood's shopping district.

Catching this on the wall, staring directly in the front and roaring, is the situation I'm in right now. If you have framed buttocks on several steps, on one mass, a round mark written by your own hand.

Once again, it organizes the situation in which it is placed.

Twenty-five days left until the due date for the payment of the claims that were attached to the building. In the meantime, I have to pay the uninterrupted amount of fifty pieces of gold. In Japanese yen, it is 150 million yen. If it's a dream, I want you to wake up.

If this is a total auction, even considering the amount of tax and administrative liabilities accumulated in the building, it is an excellent part of the auction format to meet the amount that can be said to be reasonable. However, this purchase is a complete contract of sale between individual vendors through the realtor.

The total payment is very high against the value of neighboring buildings. But I think he said that 50 to 100 pieces of gold is the average value of buildings around here. If so, the value for the same real estate is a thing of the past.

In view of the fact that it is an accident property, it is also a good place to get bogged down. Assuming that we have paid the same amount, there will have been many other choices. I can buy about two houses in the neighborhood when I pay them in full. Loss was the only way left for me.

No, well, not if you're thinking about losing money now.

One hundred and fifty gold coins in the corner and one hundred and fifty gold coins in the corner. Failure to pay will result in the loss of a place to live. I lose the address I got in the corner. It is a return to homelessness. That's all you have to avoid anything. Is it the only thing you lose?

It's just an unrealistic denomination anyway.

"I mean, you can't make it no matter how. 150 million, 150 million."

You need to hunt high oaks in dozens.

There's no way I can do such a dangerous thing. One case of looking at his fist bone at the tip of his nose is new to his memory. It doesn't matter how many lives you have, such as fighting with a bunch of arrows. Even restorative magic doesn't mean anything to you if you're dead.

I mean, I don't know how they're distributed in the first place.

Furthermore, the deadline came at the end of the month.

"Do you want to borrow from the Demon Noble..."

He would definitely have about a hundred and fifty.

There's no chance you'll lend it to me either.

He said he'd come back with 50 gold coins before.

…………

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Making a huge debt to such a yakuza arrangement is dangerous alongside the fist bones of a high oak. Didn't I learn that from bad realtors?

Don't trust others.

Yes, because it's a fantasy, relationships are the same as in Japan.

You're the only one who can believe it. It's just me.

If so, the only solution I can take is my own.

"... grab a thousand bucks, we'll have to go for it."

Be prepared and leave the living room behind. Tantantone and I made a petty noise and went down the stairs, towards which is the atelier provided on the ground floor. A scientific room lined with giant cauldrons, curved glassware that seems to be capable of water substitution methods, and objects of unknown use, X-rays.

So I head to the bookshelf set aside by the equipment.

It is the wisdom left by my ancestors to rely on. Maybe it's in a book, like how to create an item that sells for a good value. We decided to fish for this from one end. Whatever you want, find something to sell.

I scrolled around the page with a selfless obsession.

◇ ◆ ◇

I read the book randomly, and one thing, I know.

Most of its authors were editorial figures when it came to books that fit into our atelier. And from the point of view of the fact that the majority are handwritten, I'm pretty sure that the alchemist who probably lived in this building is the same Mr. Editor, which is a wild guess.

"... you were sick"

It's him or her, the purpose of the original resident who doesn't even know his gender.

That was obvious beyond a few books.

Apparently, Mr. Editor wanted to cure a certain illness.

All the books were directed to the manufacture of just one drug. With regard to previously discovered medicines for rejuvenation, whether they were produced in the process or emerged from a swing of purpose, or in any case were made with a view to overcoming the disease.

"You didn't make it, I'm sure"

As the date and time of the remaining writings on paper grew new, the writings gradually became suspicious of the shape of the letters, seemingly telling the extraneous story that the person in need of medication was Mr. Editor himself, who was nobody else, and only slightly soaked up.

And to the newest of the stated dates, to the extent of a note beating writing that could not be called a book, all the last few lines, the intricate overflow of emotions that could not be taken as the joy or sadness of Mr. Editor, apart from the alchemy procedures, were left with ease.

Says,

“The methods and materials necessary to produce the drug were identified as follows”

“But there's no way you can collect Red Dragon liver!?"

and.

Completely spoken.

"... dragon sucker"

It is one of the ingredients needed to make the medicine that Mr. Editor asks for.

What a fantasy.

Looks like it exists, Dragon.

And it's red.

I'm sure there are different colors, like blue and yellow.

…………

Apparently the name of the disease that struck Mr Edita is Imarathio disease in the language of this country.

A strange disease in which the muscle called the muscle of the whole body stops moving, gradually weakens, and eventually the blink fails to even breathe satisfactorily and dies. The lethality rate is 100 percent. After the disease, six months seems to be the limit of human survival. By the way, if it's an elf, you think it's two or three years?

I feel like I had the same disease in the real world.

"You bought a house with some spectacular background..."

Mr. Editor, aren't you actually an amazing person?

I'm starting to feel that way.

The method of making the medicine was carefully described, from one to ten. Still, the primary reason Mr. Editor left the world is definitely the liver of the dragon, which is responsible for one of the ingredients of the medicine, as the person in question left it on his note. Must be very strong, the Red Dragon and the others.

"I'd like to reproduce it anyway..."

There's nothing I can't seem to make. Because I have the perfect recipe on hand.

But now I'm not the same place, am I?

None of us can afford to care about others.

I don't know about dragons.

But I feel sentimental.

It's that feeling, right after I played Cry Gauge.

It's an air, summer, country bird poem.

I feel like flying the country road with Dunn on ZZR.

"... you're hungry"

Or if you look out the window, the sun will be down and dark at some point. Convenient, he seemed to spend only a few hours reading. When was it lighted so I never seemed to be aware of the passage of time?

It's the most convenient thing about automatic lighting and stuff.

It feels painful, it's a medieval, fantastic indoor light, but it's still a medieval, fantastic indoor light, so I'm sure it won't magically switch on or off. Zoma's room was also automatically lit in Drake.

"Well no, let's have dinner for now..."

I decided to leave the money aside and head outside to tummy.

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I was eating dinner at a restaurant in the mall the same day.

I could reach my ear unexpectedly. It's the interaction of adventurous young people, exchanging booze in seats just around the corner. From what I've seen, I think I'm about one turn younger than myself, and the pair of men are one end of the bickering.

"Really!? I just made one pill and a thousand gold coins!

"It's true, I just saw it before I got here."

"But did you get that? Imarathio's disease? That would definitely kill you if you got it, wouldn't it? And he doesn't seem to know what caused it, and, like, how can he fix it? It can't be."

"That's why a thousand gold coins, isn't it? I mean, I'm not royal to Dada."

"I see."

"That said, a thousand pieces, you're acting like a big deal"

"I'm sure the famous king will spare his daughter's life on the boulder."

"No way."

There was a mix of words in the series of exchanges, like I heard somewhere.

I mean, there's no way I could go wrong.

Imarathio disease.

Imarathio disease.

The quest is here. It's an event. Definitely.

If so, there is no way to leave uncollected events behind and move on. An abandoned quest contains collections of essential items for future attacks, or a recent drop in billing elements.

When I realized it, I stood on my feet instantly with Van and his hands in the counter seat.

When we eat dinner, we also help with alcohol ordered together, which is a great deal of action. I haven't even halved my nobility to Dada. With that said, you had the help of alcohol even when you killed High Oak and them. Alcohol is great. Alcohol power, makeup.

As I recall this, Tsukatsuka and the steps go to the table of purpose.

"Hey, hey, you guys"

If you realize it, it's the end of what you're asking.

"Oh? What the hell, Osama?"

"I need to ask you something about what I'm talking about right now..."

"Who is it, you Osama? You know Omae?

"Huh? I don't know, Osama like this"

I can turn a surprise eye.

If a scrupulous Asian middle-aged man has spoken without any foreshadowing, then naturally. Even I'm surprised. But is that what you're pulling here? A thousand pieces of gold. That must be exactly what saves our peril now facing us.

"Oh, Oneisan, I'd like some alcohol for the folks at this table. With my luxury."

No questions asked and I get luxurious.

"Oh, Osama?

"Oh, my God, hey, Osama..."

Osama, don't call Osama. You're gonna miss me, aren't you?

"I'd like to ask you something, would you like some time?

Those conditions, everything I could have done had led to the withdrawal of information.

You can't just ignore this extrapolated development.

Attack. Attack.

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I got the info with booze power.

Everything seems to be pinched by the great lady's daughter in the country.

More specifically, one daughter of a man who hits the king of this country is suffering from a serious illness. I exhausted all eight hands, but no matter how good a doctor I hit, and after a trip east, I finally say that the only clue I got is the name of the disease called Imarathio's disease, which was passed down by a certain demonic nobleman.

As a result, a pattern that is common in the fantasy world of this hand was brought into contact with Ichii a few days ago. Says he who healed his daughter's illness will be given a thousand gold coins and a key position in the health care of the country, and so on.

Speaking of thousand pieces of gold, it's a billion yen in Japanese yen conversion, a billion yen.

The king of this country is a parent idiot, isn't he?

It just feels so sloppy and easy to understand, but now I'm very grateful for the story.

"You're gonna have to make it. Give me a special effect."

That's how I flew home, and now once, I'm checking out a recipe for a drug for Imarathio's disease. Unlike the secret drug of rejuvenation, this one is described from start to finish without lacking a way to make it. It was easy to follow this.

Along the way, even if mysterious words appeared in the text, the majority could be read by pulling a dictionary of terms prepared by Dr. Editor. Even I, the amateur, would be able to make this, so much so that the process was carefully dropped into the text. Dr. Editor is a genius.

And I just checked the recipe to the end, and there was something I could see.

That is where the teacher himself was foolish as the biggest obstacle, obtaining the liver of the Red Dragon. Others can cover what they have in store for this atelier, or go out all over the city. However, they just can't help this liver.

Because, although Imarathio's disease is named after a disease or something, it's not technically a disease. If you follow the teacher's words, they say it is something of a curse. More specifically, something cursive from the old days, and.

In order to cure this, they need a strong catalyst, something called a liver, than the catalyst used to hang something cursive. Furthermore, the curse will continue forever as long as the subject lives, and this is the scariest, the Editor teacher writes.

The point is, it's the same as a tramp game.

I can only issue stronger cards than the ones on the field right now.

Like.

They also help with those backgrounds and say that Imarathio's disease cannot be cured by transient healing magic or medication. He's just temporarily healed, and he's going back to shaking it out again soon. Even the healing magic of persistence won't let you live with a wizard for the rest of your life.

Even if you buy time with magic again, you need fairly fancy healing magic?

"I see, so Dragon-like liver to ensure healing"

However, don't name the disease or anything from the beginning.

Outside the recipe, it is labeled a column, and my Imarathio's disease was not cured by the liver of the Lesser Dragon, a practical experience has been reported. In view of the history of those past experiences, the teacher herself, I guess the one I followed is the Red Dragon.

It sounds strong because of the sound, and it does seem to work well if I use it as a medicine.

Where I say in Trump millionaires, it's like an ace or a joker.

And this fact greatly influenced my future plans as well.

Of course, I don't feel too bad about selling a healing magic extension to a pharmaceutical company and not letting them make a fundamental cure and just keep hitting the symptomatic cure at a high price until the patent period expires. However, it seems difficult to have 150 pieces of gold within a month.

Therefore, this time we have to go with a positive attack method.

"I wish the conditions weren't fully healed..."

The other is the king's only daughter. It would be a big problem if the exotic, who could be anyone in Ichii, didn't heal because it was supposed to give them handmade, suspicious medication. Eventually, a father mad at his daughter's death is likely to come with a toy after the fact.

It's a public execution sponsored by the Mad King or an iron plate of fantasy.

"When this happens, we'll have to hunt. Get the Red Dragon!

It served a very, very big purpose.