Waiting for me when all the events in the Wang capital had cleared up and I had finally arrived back in Marlan was busy as my eyes turned.

In any case, the supervision of wheat harvesting, the subsequent collection of taxes, the negotiation of sales channels to inspect the mines, the direction of the manufacture of potions, which is a new specialty??? well, there are cases where my authorization and participation are required just for my work as a superficial lord. The Viktors, who have been leaving messages for some time, are pushing it with joy. They are indeed terrible people. For once, I'm an injured man, right?

In the meantime, that's what I complained about.

"What do you say? It's already been cured using a secret potion, isn't it?

He gave it back to me with a firm face.

I wonder why I missed it. The healing of chest wounds was a hidden and sneaky thing to do, and I should have strictly stopped talking to my men, starting with the Unis.

I'm sure it's Rubel. There must have been a leak around the rubber. Hey, Jean-Jacques Rubert! That cold-blooded, outrageous bastard!

"Please don't do anything to me. First of all, we all know that you are not always left alone with wounds that you can heal immediately."

... and no grunt noise. Sure, leaving something instantly healed if you feel like it, and seeing painful eyes every time you move forever, is not sexually appropriate. And because exercise is restricted, it's bad for your health, and if you want to live longer, you should just cure it. Anyone who finds out about my personality will break it right away. I'm sure your insidious grandfather and brother Hiss have been looking forward to it for a long time.

It is for that reason that the strategy of resting from a pseudo-morbidity and entering research was also broken, and I, Truius Shrounan Ovenil, still work behind the table and behind the back today.

So, here's the epitome of the job back there.

"Ugh... Wow, what the hell..."

"Good morning, Lord Dordolan Borderline Uncle. How are you feeling?

The anesthesia broke, and I woke up with a frivolous expression, and I greeted the noble man with a humble voice.

He is Dordolan Borderline Uncle. He is one of the great nobles who has been granted the authority and privilege of merely wooing the Marquis in order to make a wide and difficult peripheral area of governance a territory. That's how I get the impression of being a big decentralist when I ask, but the truth is that I'm almost a neutral partisan.

Any given military power is mighty. That's why he didn't like being caught up in political strife and used to focus on soothing the southwestern border. The Viktors have told me that he is one of the rare aristocrats in this country.

Well, to say that this Marlan took me in and used anesthesia,

"What is the postoperative course like? Have you had any glare, headaches, etc? Oh, and... how do you feel about me?

Because of my factional work, I was forced to undergo brainwashing and brain modification.

"No, I don't feel bad. Ningro, I think my daily laziness and headaches are gone."

"Yes, I have operated on your illness in addition to things."

Specifically, he treated and raised the liver he was drinking deeply and the gastrointestinal tract he was stressed out. A rigid samurai with Brown's stunning mustache, a face like that, a borderline uncle with the impression of being stubborn to see, but he still couldn't relate to the weight and hard work of his status. I just had a little test, and there was rattling all over my body. Even if he brainwashed the corners and pawned them, he would not die prematurely, so he was executed at the service.

Anyway, alchemy makes it possible to cultivate transplanted organs. The area has been your favorite since you healed Uni's injuries eleven years ago. It is more difficult than that to stir up the brain so that unnatural personality transformations and mental breakdowns do not occur.

Well, is everything okay around there?

"Cheng Cheng, you're a good listener. So much generosity, no matter what? He asked me what I thought about you, but what does that have to do with consideration?

"Yeah. I was a little bit of a brain miso, and I made an effort for His Excellency to be my boss. So, what do you say?

They say he can help his body to get up while making it worse.

?????? Strange stuff. I tried to tighten it up with this hand, but as soon as I tried to move it, I lost my mind and lost my strength. If you were to impose such a foreign law, you should be angry. "

"Hmm, for one thing, I was wondering if I could see surgery as a success. Later, we will observe the postoperative course and treat anything from time to time if there are only after-effects. You may return to the main office, but if anything goes wrong, please do not hesitate to let us know."

"How dare you slip out?"

When I lay myself in bed again, I laughed so daringly.

I get caught, too, and I get a deep grin. This neighborhood is a hit. The thickness of the nerves and the flexibility of thought are those seen inside. Because most of the other nobles, as soon as they found out they couldn't resist me, there were cases where they faded and rattled and the big man cried out in tears... If you will persevere without disturbance, it is easy to do even here.

"It's something a hell of a man has lined up for the kingdom aristocracy. The old fox of Lavalle tells me to stay away from you."

"What? Is that true? I don't like that marquis..."

He's a grandfather who really likes it all the time. but only this time the batter is out of sight. At any rate, it was Dry's work that forced him to dive into a meeting with another nobleman to come to this peripheral uncle for surgery. Of course, that nobleman has my string on him, and he set it up without divulging it. I have no problem keeping an eye on me. [M]

Well, if you think of that grandfather glaring at you, it's not the hand you could hit so many times.

"I will give you some annoying instructions in the future, so I hope you return first, and may you wait for that"

"Aye, okay. ??? rather than scratching your feet in vain, you should pursue your interests in the position of pawns."

Mm-hmm. Actually, I prefer the answer. Certainly not a good waste. It would be a good way of living to reach this application in a positive way, without creeping it out with a little misfortune or something.

"The boulder is above all understood by His Excellency Mr. Borderline. I don't like to dispose of pawns either, so I have a number of preferences for those who are on my side. Anyway, I'm an alchemist. I'll take care of procuring convenient tools. Let us accommodate anything: weapons, protective equipment, medicines, sometimes even those with growing hands and feet. Let's start with..."

When I slap my hands on the bread, the uni that was holding me back outside walks into the room with the whole M series.

"Excuse me. M-22, I brought you here."

"- This is one of my proud slaves. Please put it by your side and use it."

"M-22, my name is Lucy. What can I do for you, Mr. Borderline?"

The Dordolan Borderline uncle gave a gentle snort to a female slave who was abruptly deposited.

"Is that why the little girl gives me the bell? Bells with collars, though odd."

I answer to that word with a smile. [M]

Correct. Even I can't be sure of a successful brain modification with such a short question so that no doctor weighs the patient's capacity with just a couple of inquiries. So we send in slaves with surveillance. If he makes a suspicious move against me, he will report it immediately.

Borderline uncle turned his lightly exploring gaze toward the M-22,

"Well, good. It doesn't seem like ringing the bell of power is all that matters. As I was told, let's not hesitate to use it."

and whine in a sigh mix.

This guy is really good. From a little stand-up, I didn't know that the M-22 was not just a slave. It would be a testament to the fame of the martial family, where he is depositing the border zone from the country. Most of all, if you're as fat as Viktor, you can spot the courtesy you're wearing.

All in all, Dordolan Border Uncle is going to be a really good handkerchief if they don't even rebel.

"Then the daughter understands the way home. ??? The ministers who brought you to Marlan will join us."

"Hmmm......"

He looked disgusted and got home with the M-22. Perhaps the minister thinks he's been brainwashed, too. Although, of course, you're right.

"??? so the uptake, the cleavage, of the surrounding aristocracy arrived at a paragraph. So, Sharr. What happened to the research I left to you while I was in Wang Du?

(i) Walk down the hallway of an underground research facility, wrapped in comfortable tiredness after work. At first the dirt was mostly a stripping mining passage. Here too, it was covered in cobblestones with the results of an environmental improvement plan, returning cuttlefish and a creepy sound every time I put my foot down.

but he who was told the story, the reply of Schaal walking side by side, is something that cannot be said to be dauntlessly petty.

"Hey, ovenil-kun. You said you didn't bother to ask. You're going to see that, right? Then it'll be a hassle twice. Isn't he the one who hates you for nothing?

"Mmmm..."

I am accidentally roared. This vampire is starting to say the same thing. A much shattered attitude, but is this a familiar and relaxing environment, or a foretaste of growth and rebellion? Well, we can still pry into that later.

"It's good, it's not going to be less. Besides, it's not a bad idea for you to know him first, is it? Anyway, you're my important co-researcher."

"Ugh... if that's what you're saying, stop treating me like a lot, Master. Even in the meantime, he was suddenly ordered to take over by the mass-produced ones in a hurry, to the Wangdu Kunda. Besides, it was forbidden to breathe blood there..."

I hope you don't say impotent. Vampire Road sucks blood in Wang Du. What a nightmare. If they suck on his favorite virgin's blood, he may become a powerful monster of Crusade Difficulty A-rank.

"Well, if this experiment succeeds, your burden will be greatly reduced. Besides, this is your chance to get a pretty virgin of your choice, right?

"But hey, that's not my preference. Too innocent. Well, that would be better than being rubbed off, but you call it teething? That's not too much... It's my hobby to have some good sense of the child slowly, slowly, slowly and slowly at the point where it breaks down."

"... it's an evil hobby"

To say that is the uni that was following me behind my back in silence. I agree, but the women who said uni or dry are tough on this kind of taste in Schaal. I guess there's still empathy unique to the same sex or something like that working there.

"Senior, I'm not saying anything cold, am I? Mostly, dyeing a girl into her own color is a man's romance, isn't it? First, the representative example is the senior himself. I like ovenils. They dyed them, didn't they?

"It takes a long time to waste, until I said it was an evil hobby. And is there any benefit to be gained from excessive stress on the donation?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. The person I'm sucking blood on is a toy, not a donation, O mo cha. Benefits are out-of-the-box, and it's a top priority to see how pleasant and funny I feel."

and so on, while the "works" are interested in chatting, they arrive at the compartment where they are studying the problem. I sighed softly and turned to Shirl.

"This is how we talk about hobbies all the time, after all, there was no fruitful result?

"What? Oh, no, the..."

As soon as I point it out, Sharr shrinks himself.

Oh, I knew it. Well, half of it is what I was guessing. If I had succeeded, I would have begun to praise myself for my accomplishments and reward you. At the point where there was no such thing, I had a feeling that the progress was not fragrant.

"Ma'am, that's good. I left about half of them to different fields. Failure or delay should be restored from today."

I will comfort him by saying so. [M]

In any case, it's time for winter to come. Inland Marulan also slows down the frequency of factional manipulation, because when it snows, traffic is not convenient at once. It's not even the season to see a field, so my job as a lord will never go away except for winter protection. Until spring, we will be able to focus on research for a while.

"Oh, yeah, ovenil-kun! No, I'm happy to have a generous master!

"Stirring it up like that, there's nothing out there. For a while, be patient with the slaves that Rubel has bought in the meantime"

As I say, open the door to the research compartment. Behind it was a double door. To keep it clean so that germs and the like don't affect the experiment. We spray the spray of the prepared disinfectant before knocking through the second door and going inside.

The room was a landscape that seemed to appear in the popular - not in this world, but in my previous life - SF work. Glass clear cylinders forest on the walls of the room, filled with liquid without neighborhood. And in it were countless human bodies that closed their eyes powerlessly, floating like seagrass.

It's like a clone human factory - you might get that feeling.

"So, how's it going, Shar? The body seems to be able to do it, but their contents are better."

"No, you can't."

It was a denial that my hair returned without interrogation.

When Sharr approaches the cylinder slightly, he gently fists one of them.

"Always this guy, only his body is a dozen years old, but his will is weak and he won't talk. Maybe if we let him out there, he'll be able to get the answer to the story, and he'll be able to do an easy job, but, clarity, it's not much different from the M series or the B series, is it? It's above the specs and magic of the flesh, but... yeah, what do you say about this?

"Even if there's nothing wrong with the hardware, I don't know if the software is better."

"Yeah, yeah, that! In short, your soul is thin and small, isn't it? Well, then, it's the same as not being self-conscious, and just moving your flesh in the outside world will drain you more and more and disappear quickly. For the most part, you should keep it for about six years. In the meantime, if you don't get hurt or sick, I'm talking about."

"... well, that's a lot like the guy I used to make at the academy."

No progress compared to the past. I mean, it's a failure.

I even built this big equipment, and as a result, the boulder me snaps.

Uni told me to exhale gently to comfort me.

"That's a hard one. What is the casting of complete homunculus???"

Homunculus, an old word that means' little man '. It is an authentic artificial life, a kind of artificial human being made by alchemists who, unlike golems that move objects that breathe magic into them, produce them by culturing them in containers.

By the way, when I say 'little guy', it's not like I can actually only do dwarf-sized stuff. The problem is the size of the container. If cultured in a large container, like the cylinder provided in this room, this street can produce the great human homunculus.

Nevertheless, the life expectancy of homunculus, large or small, is gained and short. Keep it inside the incubator for about a decade, but as soon as I get it out, it dies with tremendous momentum. The cause is not yet well understood. I had one autopsy wondering if my immune system was deficient, but the result was health itself. It is a sudden and unnatural way of dying, like a dead battery. Again, as Sharr just said, you should see that you had some glitch in your soul.

"You make life from scratch, so it's hard and natural. Only the beginning of alchemy could create a homunculus that overcame life expectancy."

That is, only in the fluffy fairy tales of the Mythical Age. Even in the literature written about it, when it was copied to future generations, there was a mix of unreliable theories, which are completely unhelpful. Oh, my God, he said he'd put horse shit or herbs in the incubator. So how are you going to make a human?

"But I thought the idea was good...... I thought making homunculus based on the elves would extend my life quite a bit"

Uncondescending, I say that.

Sleeping in the cylinder, Homunculus had ears all pointy as leaves of a tree. He looks just like an elf. The elves that Dry has caught - now working for me on the surface of this lab as an E-series - are using them as a base for Homunculus.

No matter how powerful the body of the elf is and the modifications made by us, it is never immortal. If used to intercept intruders in earnest, a vacancy will emerge sooner or later.

That's troublesome. Whatever, there's only thirty-one elves I'm holding back. Elf slaves are so expensive that their eyes pop out, and it's not easy to find them because they usually tie the line in hiding to raid new settlements. Dry found the E Series primitives for the sake of great luck.

Therefore, the elves are ordered to reproduce in case of diminution, so that replenishment is advantageous. But they are a long-lived species. Growth is very slow for a long lifespan. He is still an incredible species called Hyoko at about 100 years of age. Then I'll be dead before the new elf grows. Of course, I intend to become immortal before then.

An elf-type homunculus production plan, commonly known as the "EE (Early Elf) Plan", is a study to solve this problem. At dawn when this succeeds, you should be able to earn a large number of good, good, promotional culture elves for combatants and researchers.

but the trouble is that there is no prospect of success at all, as you can see.

"Foundations, I think it's wrong from the idea."

That's what Charles says to me.

"The soul of the elf is more skewed to the spiritual side than that of the human species. Their secret of longevity lies not in the flesh of high magical qualities, but in its soul. You knew about Ovenil, didn't you? Whatever, you used to dissect raw elves in the Academy."

What he's talking about is an autopsy with Professor Grauman's permission. A specimen of an unwounded elf, sleeping in an unopened storage room at the Academy. It was a surprise at the time that permission was given to put a scalpel in the array. Indeed, in that matter, it was concluded that physical literacy alone could not bring us to the mystery of the life of an elf. In fact, before that, I was mocking the body of the elf that Uni had killed and brought with me, so I just reaffirmed the conclusion I had for a long time with a more definite sample. Well, leave that alone.

"I was thinking of making up for that soul problem with my flesh-side qualities. Hmmm...... so what about this? All this elf-shaped homunculus has a weak but soul, right? We're going to extract them all and gather them together."

"It's an interesting idea, but I don't think it's my opinion that I would recommend it. 'Cause, you see, weak souls don't mean thin egos and struggles, too? If you do that, your self will be clouded while you're collecting it, and that's all you're going to freak out about. I don't have a powerful soul to be at the core of what I gather."

I knew I couldn't do it.

I saw my rare soul as like pure water, and I was thinking of aggregating and adding more songs. but Shirl says, their souls are like juices that taste thin but different from each other. When forced to mix together, it can only be a mixed juice failure. Besides, there is no juice with a dark flavour that could be the subject of a cocktail, so it must have been very drinkable due to the blurred flavour. If it's an analogy, I guess that's what it is.

"Why don't you just kill the proper slave and put that soul in? Wouldn't that be the quickest way to get Homunculus' flesh to work for a long time?

Shar says something abusive, too. Well, if you poke around and think about it, you're gonna say that.

"Maybe you'll settle down there eventually... but then the cost performance will go down. To make homunculus, cultured solutions have to be formulated each time to prepare fresh objects, and in addition, it is difficult to say that the cost of procuring slaves is increased. Besides, we don't have enough slaves to experiment with humans in other fields."

For this reason, it is difficult for me to accept the conclusion. Although people's lives are cheaper in this world than in Japan in previous life, they are nevertheless never exclusive. It is humanity that wants to keep down the costs that can be contained. And since moving to this underground giant lab, the frequency of human experiments has increased. So far slaves have been steadily supplied, but we do not know if we can continue to buy them at the current pace. For example, if a declaration of the liberation of slaves were issued in some country, the number of slaves on the market would be rattled. It is an extreme story, but it is not necessarily true.

In the first place, slavery is not a commodity whose supply is necessarily stable. There's no reason to increase it on the ranch, so naturally. The increase or decrease in supply depends to a large extent on the situation in society at that time.

When I argued, Sharr clasped his shoulders as if he had shrugged back.

"I'm so sorry, our master... I can't do it, I can't do it, then I won't go binary or ternary, okay? Why don't you give up and switch to another field?

A stuffed animal, that's true. But Dooey said when, but when he tells you the truth, don't get kind of angry, really.

Charles knows or doesn't know what's inside of me, and he wants to know more.

"In the first place, I don't really like making homunculus. Ovenil, you know what I mean? Who likes it and has to swirl around the elf juice of the elf bastards...... so the Daiyuan male elves can do whatever they want with the girls in there! This is absolutely crazy! Duh, duh, duh! I'm much better than an elf! I have to do this. Uh-huh! If it's the same elf juice anyway, girls are better. Oooh!! Oh, wow!

Oh, it's dead. And I cried.

Apparently, he was largely stressed about this homunculus study. Well, this virgin loud, woman-loving vampire was blending the ingredients of homunculus into a sunny day, that wouldn't make me feel good.

The main ingredient in homunculus is the man's body fluids. To put it more bluffly, you know, what is it? I mean, it's me. It is a baby vegetable.

I know how Schaal feels. Even I don't feel good about using other people's stuff like that. No, even my own didn't feel good. I wonder what the female students in the alchemy department thought during their Homunculus production internship...... no, I don't want to hear it. I don't like being treated like this in front of me when I hear bad things, either.

You would wonder why I would use such a thing. I think so, too. Perhaps, it is my hypothesis that genetic information in body fluids will be used to make homunculus chick-shaped. If I used an elf man now, I'd be elf-shaped, and if I used a human one as usual, I'd be human. Incidentally, the gender of homunculus is not constant between men and women. Is this because male sex chromosomes include both XY? I've never heard of Homncrus having reproductive abilities again. Wouldn't this be a reason to have only one sex chromosome or the other?

... you're getting a little boiled down, rather than some kind of intersection of magic and science. Come on, let's get back to the main point.

"Oh, yeah. I get it. If you say you don't like it that much, you can turn to another study. I was only watching you while I was away from King's Landing."

I really don't like it, so Shahr should take it off this experiment and put it up. He is an expert in handling souls. I entrusted Homunculus only to observe his soul. I have other work I want to make you do, and if you say you don't like it, you didn't have to force me to do it.

"What? Seriously?... Yay! Now you can finally free yourself from that miserable thought!

When I gave him permission to move, he was happy to jump up.

And here comes the ever silent uni pinching his mouth.

"That's a big deal, Opus 04. Aren't you just experimenting with elf semen?"

????????????

????????????

The two of us froze in the windy tone of our hearts.

I told you, this girl. I've been talking to you differently, and I've said it very straightforward.

This, yeah, is that it? Is it true that women are much more tolerant of Simo's story than we men think?

"Wow, it's Dombiki, seniors. Do you say that in the face? Are you okay with that?

"What is it, shouldn't it? It's not like I'm eating. It's a place for research, so you don't have to jerk off and decorate the terms."

... Well, this would be more right for Uni. As my assistant, she has been scowling all over the human body. Sometimes I can remember the lighting from this, which now wraps around my body. If a female nurse says whenever she sees or touches a male patient's body, the hospital is in business.

First of all, what was weird about me? [M] Even the pre-Academy homunculus casting experiment, she was working with us as an assistant.

I think so, but Sharr still says something bumpy. [M]

"Already... how can a Homunculus be made only from a man? If you say you can make it out of girls, you might as well."

??????

Wait a minute.

What did you just say?

"Shar."

Poking his mouth out was such a cold voice that I didn't think it belonged to me.

As soon as possible, Shirl shivers his shoulders with a victory.

"Hey, what's up, Ovenil? Did I say something to piss you off?

"No? It's just, you know, it's kind of funny, right?

It's a really, really funny story.

Why, Homunculus can only be made from a man?

Shouldn't I make it out of a woman?

I think that's a really interesting opinion. And I was ashamed of myself at the same time. What foolishness was it to be embedded in stereotypes and to pinch and roll around reason to stumble on the results?

It is humiliating. But at the same time, she's wonderfully daunted.

No way, I didn't mean to overlook this!

"Uni"

"Yes."

"Now, go see the E-Series on the ground. And bring me the elf of a woman who's not pregnant yet."

"I'm in awe"

"And Sharr. I'm sorry, but the instructions were withdrawn. I need you to stay with Homunculus for a little while longer."

"Eh... well, if you say it's the master's instructions, and I obey you -"

Unlike Uni, who answered promptly when he was instructed to do so, Shirl is in a grumpy mood when he says he will obey. He has no choice at all.

- What the hell are you doing this time?

"What are you talking about? You just said that."

As I said, I walked over to a cylinder for Homunculus culture and tapped the surface with a knock. Just like Sharr did earlier.

"You can make homunculus from a woman," he said.... That's what they said, I thought. What if, in fact, you try that? And - "

The edge of my mouth is drawn to the laughter that comes in.

That's the first thing to do. I make homunculus from women - experiments on what happens if I make homunculus out of eggs instead of semen.

And... assuming it works,

"- What happens if fertilized eggs are cultured with this?

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