The Frontier Alchemist ~ I Can't Go Back to That Job After You Made My Budget Zero

I was in front of the association head's office with my resignation letter in my hand. On my back was an extended backpack filled with my personal belongings.

With the dismantling of the basic research section, I had no contractual work to do, and there was no work to take over. I have just finished collecting my personal belongings, so all I have to do now is to submit this resignation letter and leave.

This is a place that I have worked for since I was the former head of the association.

I had a strong emotional attachment to it. Especially, Mr. Harhamer, the former president of the association, was a man who had worked hard and understood the importance of basic research. We collaborated in the development of many products.

I still remember him saying to me every now and then, "Rust and the others in the basic research section are the keystone of this association.

But after the political upheaval, Dr. Halhammer was reassigned to the left. In his place came the current head of the association, a former government official.

Looking back, maybe I should have quit the association back then.

As I was thinking of that, I was about to open the door when I heard a voice.

"This is ...... from the Arms Association," the voice grumbled.

"Yes, indeed. Then I will transfer all the budget that has been allocated to the basic research section to the armorsmithing section," said the head of the association.

"Thank you very much!　You are indeed a man who understands the true value of things. Your wise decision to dismantle the Basic Research Department, which had been a burden to us, is a good one. With this, I will show you even greater results from the Armor Refinement Division.

What a natural decision. The head of the association sounded pleased.

I thought to myself, "You should at least mute that thing, we've come to a troublesome place. Well, I'm quitting, I thought, and slammed the door hard and went in.

"Hey, who's there?　Rust!　I didn't give you permission to come in here!　Don't come in here without permission," said the president of the association.

I didn't bother to reply, so I just ignored him. I walked up to the head of the association's desk, my shoes clacking on the floor.

I slammed the resignation letter down on his desk.

"This is all I have to do. I'm resigning. Good bye."

He turns around and turns to leave. Then he hears the shrill voice of Riharzam.

"Hey, Rust! What are you trying to do, quit on your own!　There's no way I can quit!"

I open my mouth, thinking, "What the hell is he talking about?

"You can quit. Here is my labor contract," I said, pulling out the contract I had signed with the former president of the association.

"My labor contract is only for the Basic Research Division. It says that I am required to take over the research contents of the Basic Research Division when I resign, but thanks to someone else, the Basic Research Division happened to be dismantled. There is nothing to take over. In other words, you can retire on the same day."

"What about chores!　Who's going to make my distilled water?!"

You can make that yourself. It's not part of the labor contract. You're an alchemist, you should be able to do that easily," I sighed.

"Well, good riddance. Master Riharzam has always said that he can do without you. Isn't that right, Master Riharzam?" And the head of the association.

"What? Uh, yes. Riharzam suddenly becomes brusque.

"We don't need someone who doesn't understand the warm-heartedness of the association, which is willing to give him at least a minimum salary if he does his odd jobs at best. Get the hell out of here!" The head of the association said, without paying attention to Riharzam's suspicious behavior.

"Very well. I left the room and went outside.

The sun was shining brightly and refreshingly. It is as if it is congratulating me on my retirement.

"Wow. Retirement, this is what it's like. Well, I feel reasonably good. Well, my lease is up and I have all my stuff. Let's go to Karin's like this..."

I take out a scroll from my backpack.

It is a scroll that I have made for this occasion, sealing the cavalry beast.

"Deployment," I mutter.

The scroll leaves my hand and floats in the air. It spins and spreads out, and stays there.

I slam my palm against the scroll, letting the magic flow through me.

The next moment, a small eight-legged hippopotamus appears before my eyes.

With a "yosho!" I straddle the saddle attached to Hippopo's back and set off for the frontier.