Apprentice Alchemist Bakes Bread - Relaxed Collection and Forest Workshop Life

"I'm sorry you don't have any tea"

"No......"

What we were put through was a small room upstairs. They usually use it for business talks, etc.

"Iris... are you kidding me? I'll call you Lek?

"Lek is a labyrinth. Muranha."

Yeah. And calling Mr. Letterio doesn't change anything.

This is my mistake for casually giving you honey dies, and it's only natural to deal with it as an apprentice alchemist in the workshop.

"It's a straightforward one, but this"

She - her name is definitely Emma.

Emma took two pieces of paper out of her pocket and placed them in the center of the table.

"... hmm?

Ah...! Honey Dice wrapper...... and yellow and...... red!

Ahhh! Shh!! Red!!

If it was just yellow, it would have been the normal honey dies I made before...... red is! The red wrapper is' Potion Honey Dice 'made with Ignis......!!

"and (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) taste (...) and (...) and (...) and (...)"

Oh, my smile......!

Before this I thought, 'Nice smile that's going to be accidentally dropped' but today it's going to be dropped in a different way......!?

"Ah...... great! Eh, you look good today..."

"Yeah, thanks to you. Oh, yeah, even before this, huh? As soon as you ate the honey confectionery the alchemist gave you, you got better, didn't you? You were hungry and tired and flirty - like you drank 'potion', right?

Piscilli.

The making smile, which should have put me in the mood, hardened unexpectedly.

This is... totally accounted for.

"... it would be nice to have such a treat, wouldn't it? But my honey treats aren't like that."

Yellow wrappers, though.

Yeah. I didn't lie.

"... right?

Emma stares me in the eye.

"Yes, that's a nutritious portable meal specially made by an alchemist that keeps me researching and formulating for hours and forgetting to sleep, so I'm sure I'm feeling better soon, yeah!

Yeah. This isn't a lie either.

... I've lined up my reasoning all at once, but I was a bit of an excuse...?

Dodgy and loud heartbeat.

It's okay, I'm sure he won't find out.

'Cause the theory is that it's not possible to add potion effects to food. If you're an employee of a commercial guild, that's obvious...

"... I'm the daughter of a pharmacologist."

Cottori.

Emma put it on the table: Honey Dice.

"So you're very sensitive to the taste, aroma and effects of herbs and medicines, right? I also thought it was my fault that I ate the second one... I took one because I was curious."

Oh, yeah. That said, I gave you three!?

"How's it going, Mr. Iris? Is it my fault?

I thought as I took the peeping eye.

Coincidentally, the third honey dice is good for this......! And!

"Or this...... can I check it out?

... Find out?

I want to know the secrets of honey dies until after all that trouble...... no, I did. You should want to know.

If potion-effective foods are invented, they can affect foods, medicinal species, and various places.

of the commercial guild, which, too, if your parents were the daughter of a pharmacologist, would understand exactly the value and influence of this.

Better than me, I'm sure.

"I don't mind looking into it. But... this is a regular treat, right?

I giggle and answer.

"... right?

Emma's eyes shook for a moment that way, like a bewildered upset.

Was this... deluded?

"... hey, and you, you belong to the Alchemist Guild or the Pharmaceutical Guild?

"Huh? No, I'm still an apprentice, especially..."

If you passed the exam and got a job, you'd belong somewhere...?

The teachers belong to the Royal Alchemy Institute, and my hometown, Grandpa Galgor, is a town alchemist... but are you registering for some guild?

He said he was a former lecturer at the institute, so Grandpa Galgor may also remain a member of the institute.

"I'm not saying I want to take this aside. But if I'm willing to sell it to you, I'm willing to buy it. More importantly, I'd like you to cooperate with me if you can. I want to invest in everything to develop and distribute."

"What..."

"You know what? The trouble with Alliance Unsubscribers is terrifying. Especially when it comes to money.... is also dangerous."

Yes... something like that.

Mr. Letterio only said it was better not to be known to the big guy yet, but was he worried about that as well as the industry going to make a fuss?

- That's why I give my devotion to the lord...

Of course, I'll hire a new one as a portable meal, so I guess it's natural to report it up there, but that wasn't all.

Instead of your guild, Doctor, you'll have the back shield you need to protect me.

"What do you say, Mr. Iris? Are you willing to tell me about this honey treat?

"It's..."

I can't.

I understand that Emma worried about me and advised me.

But I also know that's not all. She is a merchant.

I found a business opportunity in this Potion Honey Dice.

That's why it's advice, advice. It's an offer to cooperate.

- I'm going to dedicate it to the lord. It's definitely not good that someone finds out first.

Maybe with Fumiko.

Besides, I'm not willing to sell this out right now.

Just make the most of what you give yourself and Mr. Letterio.

So the answer is fixed.

"Nothing to teach, this is a delicious, nutritious and instant honey treat specially made by an alchemist."

Yes, it is. I'm not lying.

Because the trump card Emma put out - this yellow (...) color (...) i (...) package (...) mi (...) paper (...) of (...) bee (...) honey (...) da (...) i (...) s (...) is just a treat!

Nothing comes up where I've been checked.

"I don't mind you looking into it. But eat it when you're done looking into it, right? It's delicious to dissolve in hot water."

Look into my eyes, and Emma, ha and one sigh.

"... ok. I'm sorry I said something weird....... yeah. This honey treat is delicious, isn't it? Really, as much as I'd like to buy it if you could sell it."

That being said, she threw her honey dice pointy into her mouth.

"Oh, by the way, what can I do for you, Mr. Iris? I'm sorry you only talked about me."

"Oh, no. Um... I wanted to ask you to process it under the slime, and I was wondering if you could introduce me to where I might be able to ask you..."

"Slime? What kind of down-treatment?

I told him that I was going to make preserved paper (wrap), that I wanted the dry slime to be finely crushed for it, and that there was a lot of it.

And Emma said, "Hmm?" and lean his neck.

"If you're making preserved paper (wrap), it's the last step to dry it, right? Wouldn't it be a hassle twice to dry the slime first...?

"Oh, you know how to make it. Exactly."

Describing how it was dried and how it was made, Emma looked convinced and said, "Hey, can I do some research on this, an experiment instead of a down-treatment?" On the contrary, he said a favor.

Commercial guilds are also at work to consult union members (and I'm in the process of consulting them right now, too), and Emma apparently had been consulted by some preservation paper (wrap) workshop to improve work efficiency and quality.

There my request for "a dry slime treatment of labor twice at first glance with an absurd way of making" popped in.

The quality of the preserved paper (wrap) is determined by the manufacturer's skill, the quality of the slime, which is the main material, and how thin and thin the material is made….

The same goes for inexpensive paper (wrap) that doesn't use alchemy.

We alchemists benefit from the Spirit of the Wind (silf) and it is Theory who finesses it with the magic of the Wind, but craftsmen who are not magicians do it by hand.

Some crushers are powered by demonic stones, but either way crushing Pulpuyo's slime breaks bones.

But if that's the slime of dried crispy paris...

"I think you can get a pretty good discount on the asking fee by selling this dry method if it works."

What, discount!? Glad!