My sister and I moved around the world until I unified the continent to protect my sister.

I asked Lynne to ear me and induce the pharmacist to spit out what was a mine.

The doctor, who seems to forgive Lynne for his heart, told me about the potpouts and what happened in the mine, coughing sometimes.

"That's hell in the world... the Elves are disposable consumables just like the Tsuruhashi and shovels..."

The voice was a dark one filled with hatred, resentment, and sorrow.

"A lot of elves died there... still young, childlike elves, who had been brought here for 10 years and died there in a bummer. Like every day, it was so rare that no one would die...

Some elves died in accidents, but the primary causes were lack of nutrition and illness.

I'm not thinking about keeping the elves alive over there. All I'm thinking about is how little money I make efficiently.

So the only expense you can put on an elf is food for critical life connections. That's also very bad quality stuff. But I have to thank you for just getting it.

If the amount of work decided by a team of 10 can't be accomplished, I won't even get that meal.

We all get lungs sick with ore powder, so I initially asked the surveillance man to provide me with a cloth to cover my mouth. It would be in the interest of the mine if the elves' health improved, so I thought you'd listen. But the result was that he was busy giving opinions to humans at the time of the elves and was beaten with a stick...

It was so hot in the summer pit that my buddies would fall one after the other that I had asked them to increase the amount of salt they would add to their diet because of my knowledge as a pharmacist.

Then he beat me not to complain about the feed on my elf's ass and sentenced me to a week of hunger strike... "

The pharmacist puts his hand there at the tip of his left ear, the hole that was tagged.

"You can put a red tag on a hole in this ear. It's a sign of" No Feeding During Punishment, "and you won't even get a final meal to connect your life.

After a few days, I became hungry and unable to help my body, but I worked desperately not to cause trouble because if I didn't do the work, I wouldn't be able to get a meal to any of my other people.

My buddies also took care to make me dedicated to mining behind the pit instead of carrying ore that uses my strength, but still I finally fell down on the fifth day with all my strength.

A watchman tribe came to me brought out of the pit and said while holding a plate with soup, 'Hey fool elf, have you reflected a little? You want some bait?'.

I thought I could die on my own, but my people would be annoyed if I couldn't work. So I threw away my pride and knelt (on my knees) at the feet of the people and said, 'Yes, I am sorry. Please feed me...'.

... Then what do you think the people did? He smiled so sadistically, he put mud in the soup in front of me. And I put 'Holla, you can eat' at my feet...

My heart trembled in anger. But the hungry body moved independently of consciousness, and I crawled to the man's feet and sipped (soaked) the soup in my obsession. Ha ha... I could taste the muddy soup on my hungry body...

And the man kicked me over and over after sipping (soot) the soup, and said, 'If you punish me for this, don't ever complain about the feed the humans give you again,' and pulled the red tag on my ear and left.

I cried because I couldn't stand my misery any more than my ear wounds than my kicked pain.

Adding more salt to your diet was supposed to be beneficial for people because it would keep the elves healthy at a small expense... That's the kind of crude guy who can't even read letters properly...... eh, goho, geho!

Was it because of the excitement, the pharmacist coughed hard. But after a while I breathe, I continue the conversation in tears towards Lynne.

"I still thought I could handle it if I could tell the people I could talk to. But one day, I found out. Over there, the elves were a consumable of the premise of killing...

I heard people talking to each other. The cost of our elves was set at 100 astols per person per day. Then it's not enough to put everything on food. Of course, there's no way they're going to pay for drugs or cloths to cover your mouth. If it costs 300 astr a day, it will be available for over 100 years, but that would cost too much.

For a moment I didn't know what it was about, but the price of our Elves seems to be 550,000 Astras per person. Then you can buy a new individual in seven and a half years, rather than spending 300 astols a day and using it for 100 years, so if you think about the wear and tear in an accident, it's more efficient to use it in 10 years instead of spending only 100 astols.

Ha... that's a simple calculation even kids can make. Even though we have lives, emotions and pain... "

"Mr. Lucrea......"

I'll give Lynne a sobbing hug and rub her back, too, a medic who talks crying.

I also think what you did in that mine is unimaginable and terrible. It is also natural to hate humans. But still, I need this guy to make me a pill. of man, for the fragrance weave......

"Um..."

The moment I pinch the words, the pharmacist has sharp eyes. Turn your angry eyes over here.

"You would have listened to me now, too, wouldn't you? I will never make drugs for people, kill them if you want to. Even in the mine, I had a fever for three days once. Even then, I knelt (on my knees) and begged him to let me do it because I could make medicine, but he kicked me to death to say nothing, and the infected people were trapped in the cabin and incinerated alive. The screams of that time are still clearly in the depths of my ears..."

... Oh, I'm starting to feel like this can't be persuaded anymore. If that happens to me, I won't be willing to cooperate either.

If this happens, I'm going to make up my mind to threaten you already and force you... but Lynne will look at you and complain about something with her eyes. I don't know, do you have any ideas? I still have time to get to Wang Capital, so I'll leave it to you for a while.

Lynne took something out of the leather bag as she explored her luggage.

"Mr. Lucrea, it's the fruit of dried tho. You would have loved it."

"Ah..............."

The pharmacist looks at the dried fruit offered by Lynne and opens his eyes for a moment, stretching his trembling fingertips to pale yellow shards (pieces), grabbing them with both hands looking important and slowly transporting them to his mouth.

"Ugh... Gu, gee ho! Goho!"

"Take it easy and eat slowly. 'Cause there are a lot of them."

Speaking of which, I was "hungry" when I saw it in the appraisal. It's only natural to be concerned if you're hungry. I haven't been thinking about myself all the time.

But will you change your mind once you've got a bloated stomach?

Looking in doubt, the pharmacist utters words in tears, shaking his body.

"Ugh... Lynne..."

"Yes. Is it tasty?

"Yeah... I never thought I'd be able to eat this again... But Linne, hundreds and thousands of people in that mine died without even knowing that there was such food in the world...

I was born to the Elves, but I have never seen the fruit of a raw animal in a tree, and I have never eaten it. I've never spoiled the nectar of a sweet flower, and I've never eaten cucumber fruit with my hands bright red. He died without even knowing that such a plant existed... "

"Yes......"

"I was raised as much as possible by the slaves of the people from birth, treated badly and used to kill them to retrieve the collar even though they would still be alive if they could no longer work, and the bodies would be dumped with the garbage... No, then he was still a good one, and some kids were slaughtered if he didn't say it was a show before he died.

You have to drag the debilitated kid out into the square so he can't stand and walk, screw the pile of trees pointing ahead out of his anus, and stick him to the ground.

It seems to sink slowly in the weight of its own body and die in agony over time. And you tell us to give him a tour, 'This is what happens to a rebellious man.' You're a submissive slave to a child who has never fought. Hey, Lynne, are you allowed to do that? Even cows and pigs that are turned into meat can be killed more properly... "

"Mr. Lucrea......"

Lynne embraces the crying pharmacist and gives him a gentle head. After a while, where the pharmacist had settled down a little, he began to talk slowly.

"Mr. Luclea, make Yoichi medicine for you. Make a pill for the many of you who are still captured in hell, not for the sake of the people."

To the pharmacist who looks up as surprised, Lynne goes on to say.

"Yoichi is a trustworthy person. And one day, you promised me that you would free the elves being captured by the people. I was also liberated by the Western Unions, and now I live in the old, that village. There are only three residents yet, but the restoration has gone a long way and we also had a festival in the New Year to welcome the mountain gods. Yoichi will surely restore our lives as elves…"

The pharmacist listened to Lynne's words as if they had been taken by exasperation, but immediately toughened his expression.

"It's a lie! 'Cause you're still wearing a slave collar!

"This is because there is no way to remove it yet. They let me hold the screws myself."

Lynne takes the screws out of her clothes that are tied together with strings, like a necklace, and inserts them into her collar to show them.

"Mr. Luclea's, too, I think you could ask for it. Hey, Yoichi?

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Go ahead."

I was really going to take it to threaten you when I had to, but this would be where I would give it to you.

I just got it, give me the screw on the pharmacist's collar. The pharmacist gave an incredible look, but when he inserted it into his collar and turned it, he gave a surprise look when he found out it was real.

"Lynne, let's run!

The pharmacist screams and takes Lynne's hand and tries to jump out of the carriage. I panicked for a moment, but Lynne didn't get up, although she took the pharmacist's hand.

"Mr. Luclea, if we escape now, we can be free. But what happens to the rest of us? I have no power to help my people on my own. Even Mr. Luclea, isn't he? Now, if it's possible that we can help our people in front of us, there's no way we're not going to grab it."

Linne's words make the pharmacist laugh at me. I felt it was prescribed, so I kept looking at it without distracting myself. I feel the colour of the hatred floating in the eyes of the pharmacist (Hitomi) is diminishing a bit......

After doing so for a while, the pharmacist spoke slowly.

"... okay, I'll make you three days of fever medicine. But don't get me wrong, I didn't trust you. Trust Lynne. I'll teach you the ingredients, so send me something to write about."

When he rushes to find paper and a pen from his luggage and gives it to him, the pharmacist runs the pen with thin (or) thin hands like dead branches.

Grab a grab of dried shiikazura, whatever, a bottle of vegetable oil, water, a lamp and table for heating, a small, deep pan (pan), a stirring stick, three or more glass or ceramic utensils, a small distiller......

Nearly 20 years ago, I would have never even written a letter about the formula of the medicine, but I would write it up in a slack and a few words.

"And I want glasses. The one with the stronger degree."

"Okay, I'll have it ready in a minute"

Once you have the carriage stopped, give the rider's adventurer a note to run to the guild. There are veteran adventurers waiting over there, so they should be able to get everything they need quickly.

Once again, when the carriage ran out, the pharmacist began to cough hard. Lynne rubs her back, but speaking of which, this guy was also 'sick'......

"Pharmacist, that's a lung disease, isn't it? Do you have any medicines that can help with that? What ingredients, if any"

…………

The pharmacist runs the pen again and asks him to give that note to another adventurer to run to the guild.

I'm sorry, 'Priority number two. Prioritize the first item. "

Since the pharmacist was only 'fatigue (strong)', he decided to have bedding ready for him to rest until he reached Wang Du. Lynne leaned in, and the pharmacist soon fell into a deep sleep.

The carriage stops at the same place as it goes and continues to run with the horse undone. Lynne and Rhina took turns taking care of the reins and on the evening of the 26th they returned to the Adventurer's Guild on the outskirts of Wangdu...

26 February 419 Continental Calendar

0.001% progress in the reunification of the continent at the moment (based in the village of Lynne's hometown - 3 villagers)

Asset holdings 62,588,800 Ast (-40,000)

Distributed Lynne (Elf's Archer) Rhina (Adventurer) Lena (Elf's Textiler) Ceres (Elf's Woodworker) Listella (Hired Store Manager)