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

Rose's special cage that used to hold the white dragon. Rose's ivy, which had formed the cage, opens as if it were unraveling.

The white dragon stares at it.

I take out a special top quality potion I have prepared.

The white dragon flaps its tail as if it thinks it is time to eat.

I unseal the bottle of the potion and pour it into the glass dish.

The white dragon gazes at it with a twinkle in its eye.

"Is that the way to make a contract?" "Master Kalin, shh..."

Behind me, the gallery is noisy. I don't care and carefully place the glass plate in front of the white dragon's eyes.

Even though it is a juvenile, it is a dragon. Its fangs are sharp, and if it attacked me without a cage, it could easily take my hand.

In reality, Rose would stop them just in time, but even so, I cannot deny that I was nervous.

However, my fears were unfounded.

There was no sign of any attack. She must have gotten used to it since I have been feeding her potions in the same glass dish many times in the past few days.

The white dragon licks the top quality potion with even more relish than usual.

I'm glad I brought some of the concentrated magical element solution with me. It is necessary for the highest quality potion, but it's a pain to make. I'll have to do at least this much whether I ask him to listen to me or stay quiet... I wonder what happened to the concentrated magical element solution I left at the alchemy association. I hope it's safe.

I think about such things as I prepare for the contract.

There is not much to do, though. As far as I can decipher from fairy tales and folklore, it seems that the contract will be the primary magic of the dragon's side.

In other words, there is not much that can be done on the human side.

However, in both folklore and fairy tales, the beginning of the ritual of the covenant is always the blood offering by the human side.

So I take out my special knife. It is carved from the horn of a twin lined horn.

The blade is engraved with a narrow groove and a pattern.

I hold the twin lined horn knife in my opposite hand and slowly slice through my left arm.

My blood flows capillary by capillary action from the tip of the blade into the pattern engraved on the blade.

The white dragon, who has finished licking the potion, watches my actions curiously.

I hold out a knife with my own blood on the tip of its nose.

"My name is Rust. I am an alchemist by trade. I want a contract. I want you to take my blood."

The white dragon listened intently to what I had to say. He suddenly brings the tip of his nose up to the twin linen-horn knife I hold out to him.

─ ─ Oh, I've only been eating my personal food for the past few days. The smell hasn't seeped into my blood, has it?

Despite my concern, the white dragon glances at the side of the blade and licks my blood on it.

Licked!　Now, what happens next?

A white dragon spreads its wings.

As if on cue, something appears right in the middle of me and the white dragon.

It is a translucent plate. On it were a series of what looked like letters that I had never seen before.

The plate floating in the air.

"What is this? I tilted my head and said, "I've never seen this before.

"Do you see anything, Arri, Roar?" "Not at all. "Nothing at all." "It doesn't look like anything to me." "Me neither," said Karin and the others noisily.

"What, you don't see this, Karin, Arli and Roa?" I pointed to the translucent plate that exists between the white dragon.

"Yeah, it doesn't look like anything," said Kalin.

I look at the plate intently.

I gently put my hand close to it. Sure enough, my hand slips through the translucent plate.

But just as my hand passes through the plate, a change occurs.

What looks like a letter on the plate has been partially rewritten.