Chapter. 11. Wizards of Wizards (10)
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A sunny morning in the elf village.
Aldrich, like a wizard, got up at the usual time and was stirring an iron pot, lamenting that none of his colleagues knew how to respect the elderly. He was far from anything like cooking, but what he was cooking now was not cooking.
“Ummmm. “I don’t remember how much finely ground Blybean root I should put in here… If I had known this would happen, I would have studied alchemy more.”
A warlock is not a scholar who can become successful just by selling magic like a regular wizard.
First of all, just by summoning the undead with the flower of black magic, you need to embalm the corpse and inject various strengthening drugs to create stronger undead, and to summon even a Death Knight, you need to know the structure of armor to the level of a blacksmith, so even the smallest iron hook must be clearly in your mind. You have to be able to think of it, and since you can’t confidently go to the market and buy ingredients, you have to get ripped off on the black market or grow and collect them yourself, but then you also need to know about medicinal herbs… The
only things that come to mind are alchemy, metal processing, herbalism, and medicine. It was. Aside from that, there are dozens of other disciplines that need to be learned on the side, so if you go through all the trouble to learn black magic, it is much easier to become an alchemist or herbalist, make money, and be treated well socially.
‘Non-mainstream things are non-mainstream for a reason.’
Of course, it doesn’t matter if you have a lot of money and can do it all with money, but how many of the dark wizards hiding in the shadows have a lot of money? It is not for nothing that warlocks collude with evil forces. If you don’t want to live a life where you plow the fields every day, go to the mountains to collect herbs, stir a large cast iron pot all day, and have no time to study magic, you have to do something that makes money.
Many of those who learned curses or corruption magic were evil at heart and committed crimes, but most of the others started out as criminal wizards who made a living and gradually became tainted by evil.
When Aldrich was a student of a warlock, he had to memorize herbalism and alchemy, which had nothing to do with the soul magic he pursued. At the very least, he had to be able to create a reagent of the level his teacher wanted.
Bogrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrliament.
While I was stirring the pot and immersed in old memories, the reagent was finally completed.
“Gwok. It’s done. Wow, I think it’s done.”
“Hehehehe. You saw it well. If you look at it now, the bubbles gently inflate and then burst stickily, right? “If the viscosity is just like this, it’s done well.”
Notum. A student of his that he is proud of now and will certainly be proud of for the rest of his life.
In fact, Aldrich, a spirit mage, had promised not to teach his students such cursed labor studies as there was no need for his 30 students to grow herbs and make alchemy reagents in two 12-hour shifts, like his old teacher.
However, because his student was a bit special, he changed his mind thinking that this knowledge would be helpful.
Aldrich carefully lifted the thick reagent into a small bowl. A grayish-white liquid that feels only slightly lukewarm even though it was clearly boiling a moment ago.
“Umm. The consistency and scent are okay, but the color is a bit… I’m a little uneasy about this, as this is not my specialty. Notum I’ve said this many times, but the most important thing in practicing alchemy is safety. “If you are not even the slightest bit confident in what you have made, you must be able to boldly throw it away.”
Saying that, Aldrich turned his steps towards Ottman towards the professor.
“Guuuu…. Ghostly old man teacher? Wasn’t that meant to be thrown away? Why that…?”
“Because a wizard must know how to conserve materials. “Hey professor, come to your senses for a moment.”
Slap slap!
“Uh…”
“Hey friend! “I told you to come to your senses!”
“Keoheup! Um uh! yes! “What is it?”
The professor, who had woken up a while ago but was still dazed after getting up from the bed, panicked when Aldrich shouted in his ears.
“Try drinking this.”
“Uh… what is this…?”
“It’s a medicine that clears your mind. “I woke up early in the morning and made it.”
“Uuuuu…. Thank you. Damn elves, if it was tea with soothing ingredients, we should have told them in advance…” “
I think it was intentional. Didn’t your friends, who couldn’t get over the shock of their first meeting, chase you around 24 hours a day with anxious faces? In the eyes of those friends, you were a ‘poor human being who has trouble controlling your violence,’ so they probably wanted to treat you to tea to calm your mind.”
“For some reason, it doesn’t look like tea, but rather like a concentrate of grass leaves… Ugh, I’ll drink it well.”
The professor, whose body was waking up but whose mind was feeling dazed as if he had taken a nap, drank the gray-white reagent given to him by Aldrich in one go.
Gulp-gulp-
percussion.
A rich peppermint scent that can be felt as soon as you pass it down your throat. As soon as you drink the thick but smooth liquid like oil, a comfortable cloud surrounds your consciousness. And I felt like the same thing was being lifted by the cool morning fog.
“Wow! Does this kill the effect? If you have something to drink later, you can use it to relieve your hangover-”
Hwaaah!
“Hangover, uhm… Why am I so hungry… Cough!”
Hwaaaaaaaaa!
“Oh Aldrich? I feel strange… Is this really what it is? – Cough, Cough!”
Huaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Gurgling!
The thick liquid in my stomach began to stir, and the morning fog that had cleared my head became frost on the frozen ground and began to assault my body and mind.
“hmm? this. I guess it was a handful. Notum! I’d like to add a couple of Cadencha tablets to the medicine that’s boiling there. “If you find that the effects of a drug that has failed like this are biased towards one side, you can neutralize it by adding ingredients with the opposite properties.”
“Uuuuu…. Is that okay? “Steam comes out of the big little man’s mouth.”
“ah? iced coffee. That friend is fine. My stomach might be a little cold, but I’m a water wizard so I don’t have to worry too much. Actually, those chowder go well with something cold. I even saw with my own eyes an arrow hit his head and he got up immediately. Umm, okay. Slightly dark frosted color. The color should come out just like this. Hey Ottoman. Try this. It might be of some help to you…”
“Cough! “Ugh, this warlock… Help me too, Notum… It’s so cold…”
While Aldrich carefully spoon-fed the reagent to Ottman and his eyes returned to fire, Notum learned what he had learned from his teacher. I was thinking about it.
“Geuuu…. Neutralize with ingredients of opposite properties….”
Gurgling!
Notum, listening to the professor’s stomach churning, took out a small fruit that he had just put in the pot and cut it in half.
“cadenza. Eat. “It neutralizes cold things.”
“Thank you…”
A spicy and spicy scent passes by my cold mouth.
gulp.
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“Otman. Are you coming to your senses now?”
“Ummmm. It’s much lower. Thank you, Aldrich. “But what on earth is that professor doing on the floor?”
“Oh, it’s nothing special. Originally, a disciple would not hesitate to do difficult things for his teacher. “That friend was just carrying out his duties as your disciple.”
What caught the eye of the Ottoman wizard, who had succeeded in coming out of a long dream, was the figure of the professor rolling around on the wooden floor and making animal-like noises, and Notum scratching his head while alternately putting small roots and fruits into his mouth.
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“…..”
“Gwook.”
“….go away.”
“Gwok. “There was no malice.”
“It’s scarier, so go away, you guy.”
The professor grumbled as he applied soft tree sap (Idrasil, who had rushed in after hearing the commotion, brought it to him with a pitiful expression on his face) on his swollen lips.
When did Notum, who was so pure and good, become so close to a ‘wizard’?
If you think about it, it was natural for him to be in a bad light since he had been dragged into a terrible party where three of the six party members, including himself and Aldrich Ottman, were wizards. The professor was heartbroken because it felt like the most talented hero unit of this era had been thrown into the tar pit called ‘a group of wizards.’
Thanks to Aldrich’s fuss in the morning, my insides turned into a frozen patty and then thawed repeatedly, but thanks to that, I was able to escape the effects of the sedative that the elves had given me with a smiling face and was able to stay awake with a clear mind.
“Let’s see.” “I said the video would be uploaded on a daily basis, so you must have read the message I sent you yesterday, right?”
This is what I thought of as soon as I came to my senses. How well did our 47 chatroom nompangie friends, who are closer to human sloths, live up to his expectations?
The professor extended his finger to the account notification window with excitement.
Tiring-!
[There are ’14’ messages from players who allow messages.]
[Speed Wagon: It’s me. First of all, among the materials you requested, we have selected and prepared only those materials that can be used according to the current situation and environment. The file is too big to send as a private message, so I posted it on the community, so you can find it and look at it. If you need anything more, it would be nice if you could deliver it in the same way. And… um… I was lucky enough to get some help… Since there is a lot of information, I recommend dividing it into sections. Uh… Cheer up. Because I’m always watching.]
First of all, Dana’s message makes me happy just by looking at it. Even though she lost all of her information gathering lines due to the last incident, professional intelligence doesn’t go anywhere. Honestly, the information she organized and sent by herself would be more valuable than all the 47 chat room scraps combined.
Hmm, the tip of my nose gets watery for no reason. Is this what it feels like to receive a letter from your girlfriend at training camp?
next.
[Noru Drug: I knew you were the kind of person who always finds extraordinary breakthroughs, but this time it was the best ever. If it were Dana, I would give it 10 million out of 10.]
‘Hmm?’
The next message is a human message with no nutritional value. What kind of nonsense is this again? I haven’t done anything yet, so what are you good at? Dana what?
next.
[Heungan Mandu: Thank you. I just found out, but I guess I’ve been living with my eyes closed all this time.]
This is also trash.
[Highway Nacho Man: I don’t know about Daehyup! I don’t know what or how I persuaded you, but thank you for persuading that wall window! As expected, Daehyup Dapso has the strongest ‘tongue’ of this era!]
This is also the case. Well, this is a message from number 47. Thank you for everything. You are the light and salt of this era. It was an article missing the same subject.
I’m anxious. I have a strange feeling about it.
Tiring-!
[Jokass: What have you done, you bastard?]
An incredibly meaningful message.
‘what? Have I been spreading nonsense to the community for two months that I don’t remember? What on earth is all this fuss about?…’
The professor felt uneasy about the unintelligible English text and went to the community bulletin board to find the information Dana mentioned.
The answer to the question was there.
* [Blue Line Mountains and Eastern Region of the Empire Strategy Data (42GB)]
There is no video, but it contains only text and images. It is a huge amount of data that would be impossible even if the people in our chat room, who are 42GB, rushed to see my video as soon as they saw it.
And….
* Soaring in popularity! [GG’s official strategy book production broadcast with sick girl Dana~♥!]
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“Uh oh. Uhhhh….”
“Gwouh?”
“Uuuuuuuuu…”
“Big little human?”
“No notum? “Did the medicine you took this morning contain any hallucinogenic ingredients?”
“Gwok? no.”
“okay? “Wow, why do I suddenly see something in vain?”
weird. The Dana I knew was the type of person who was gentle, introverted, and didn’t particularly prefer outside activities.
Why is Dana’s face visible in the live broadcast list? Is it a dream? Has the elves’ concentrated painkiller penetrated into the bone marrow?
[Ranking 27th: Speed Wagon]
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Bambini: Oh my.
lepolo3397: According to the information, Speed Wagon was such a cool beauty. The world after destruction is truly a legend.
Gorgon33: This is my second year playing Alchemy. [file: Relationship between blue line dragon vein and mana-based plants] attached.
Speed Wagon: Thank you for the information.
Noroo Drug: Oh oh oh oh oh…. My Goddess…. This is the breadbasket that has been with me for 5 years…. Ahhh Aunt Dana, my heart can’t take it….
Nurungji Special Meal: Hmm. When I saw the title of the broadcast, I thought someone with no fundamentals was creating a strategy book, so I came here. Speed Wagon is enough to make an official talk about it. The ‘Last Nerd’ coalition will support this broadcast. Send us the data we were organizing.
Speed Wagon: Thank you for the information.
Pigeon: I have scratched out a guide to the undead names that live in the Blue Line. [+Attachment]
Speed Wagon: Thank you for the information.
Jaminis: If you look at the data from the Blue Line and the adjacent imperial regions… Do you also receive records of inn bard ranks by region? I looked for the Imperial Bards in a list because I liked their unique expressions of scolding.
Speed Wagon: Thank you for the information.
Seok Norris: Isn’t this a broadcast bot created by Dome? He doesn’t say a word, just scribbles on a piece of paper, and the only reply he gets is, ‘Thank you for the information.’
Speed Wagon: It’s not a robot.
Seok Norris: Uh… what you just said makes me even more suspicious.
nous77: It’s suspicious! Click on the one that contains a bus in the image presented!
Danrang Geocheol: There is no way such a perfect woman exists in the world these days!
OvertheRain: Explain!
Amininem: Explain!
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Bussssuk-
“It’s not a robot… It’s a human.”
As the response in the chat window grew stronger, Dana peeked her head out from the pile of documents her face was buried in and softly pursed her lips.
It’s really her. Dana started broadcasting from outside. It is not a broadcast that hides behind anonymity and plays games, but a broadcast that openly communicates with people like a rabbit.
“What the hell is going on outside? Could it be because of the information I asked for… Dana?”
“Gwook. Ghost old man teacher. I guess I should come and take a look. “The big little man’s face looked like a corpse.”
“Umm. “It’s not unusual. All the medicinal energy has disappeared?”
While the professor was shocked to realize how far the small message he had sent had traveled and what it had done, the group could only wonder as they watched the professor’s face suddenly turn pale.
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