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

"Okay! If it's this low, I can reach it."

Even messengers exist in this world. It is natural for them to get fatigued or deteriorate.

Two days at the same speed as Hippopo's full speed.

The feather snake must be at its limit.

Thanks to the abundance of stamina potions, we are not too fatigued. Secretly praising myself for having prepared a large amount of stamina potions in advance, I deploy the scroll.

The scroll flies up into the sky.

"Grinding."

A feathered serpent, obviously in a state of extreme exhaustion, is clearly slow-moving. The agility with which it had dodged Sailuke's breath and my attacks two days ago was completely gone.

A tornado of vajra dust from the scroll swallows the feathers of the feather snake from the edge.

The feathers are shredded by the tornado.

The feather snake begins to fall at once. I am still holding Sailuke.

I activate the next scroll.

"Release the yoke of gravity!

Only Sailuke is released from gravity.

But the fall does not stop.

I make the closing scroll.

"MAXIMUM OUTPUT" "Scroll of Fixation!"

I remove the restrictions on grinding followed by fixing for material processing.

"Fixing" Sailuku, "Fixing in Space" ......

Countless threads of magical elements overflow from the scroll of fixation at the timing of my call. Threads of magical elements rush toward Sailuke. Sailuke's body is pinned to the ground, entangled in the threads.

The tentacles of the feather snake, which had been falling with Sayeluk, are unable to withstand the recoil, and are torn to pieces.

The winged serpent crashes to the ground.

The impact of the fall causes its body to crumple and break apart.

I release the scroll of fixation and slowly manipulate gravity to lower the body of the serpent.

I run to Sailuke on the ground and call out to him.

"Sailuke! Sorry, I'm late to help."

"Kyu ......"

Sailuke's reply. His body still seems paralyzed and immobile. I quickly check his condition with the scroll of "transcription" and take out a potion.

Hippopo, meanwhile, is gently touching Sayluk with the tip of her nose, as if she is worried about him.

It's a top quality potion. I'll open my mouth."

I tell Sailorque, pry open his slackened mouth, and plunge the bottle of potion into it.

He looks a little happy, as if he can taste the potion even at a time like this.

─ I'm so glad that Sailuke is okay with drinking potions with thick magical elements, just like humans. ......

The poison and curses from the sorcerer are washed away by my made divine energy.

The effect was dramatic.

In no time at all, I am up and the sailor cries out in a high pitch voice.

"Curururur~!"

It seems that the finest potion was so delicious. He stares at me with eyes that clearly demand a refill.

I offer another bottle of the potion to Sailuke as an apology.

"At least taste it and drink it. It takes a lot of work to make.

He tells them with a wry smile.

"Squeak!"

Sailoruk responded, "Okay," and began to sip from the bottle I handed him, holding it with his forelimbs.

"I'm glad you're all right," I breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of Sailuke.

"Now the question is, where are we?" I muttered to myself as I looked around.