What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

I was wondering if it would be painful and miserable to find Dongoodoor, but unexpected, unexpected, and light. Don Bragn just didn't happen to know, and Vere had a strange, famous pharmacist, and Don's friend Orc told me about the person.

It was already midnight when I approached that information, but it was rather convenient to visit him. That guy wakes up around the evening and sleeps in the morning, finally sounds like a night-shaped person.

East of Valle. In a strip called the protruding zone, it is like a tower, or a corner where the tower itself is built.

The story is that the pharmacist lives in an overpriced, old tower among them, and deals with drugs that work for all kinds of illnesses and injuries... apparently not a glimmer of masculinity, and this verre thinks it's the last resort to cry over him no matter what.

He's raving that he's always got over 300,000 pills, and in fact, it seems like he's even been told that there's no disease in his hands that he couldn't heal, but of course he just never heals.

Even gold doesn't work.

So what do you want me to do...?

Whatever it is, we were led by Don Bragn and his friend, Zabun Holble, to the front of the tower in question.

Indeed, the tower is high. Plus, it's stunningly covered in twilight, which is clearly older than the towers around it. I think you're a little inclined.

Zabun Holble followed me so far at the mercy of Don Bragn, but he still left because he didn't want to get too involved with Sahagin. Don looks sleepy. Don laughed when I asked him if he was okay.

There was a knocker on the front door of the tower, so I rang it.

No matter how many times it rang, it was a crush without.

The door does not open, pushed or pulled. Looks like it's locked from the inside.

"Climb or ignite..."

I looked up with a grunt like that and I noticed that someone was showing their face from the window up there, which was buried in a mole.

"Ah."

Momohina found him, too. point,

"There's someone over there."

"Excuse me......!

And Milliu spoke to him.

"We are never oblivious! I had a ritual to ask your pharmacist to live in this tower and I got over it......! Please, let me see what you can do...!

"Hurry up! Let me see you soon!

Heinemarie said she slept no less than Don, and it looks like she needs it.

By the way, Ginzi is hiding behind the temuzine.

"Hmm..."

The face of the man with his face out the window, can't be seen from below. So much so that I found out I was a man with my voice.

"Well, fine. I'll see you. Wait there for a moment."

That's what the man pulled, but there's no tone out after five minutes or enough.

I waited to see what happened to the strawberries. It's not like I don't twitch, but I can't help but say I made a scene.

"Mmmm...... ugh!

Heinemarie seemed to have broken her indulgence, knocking on the door.

"Let's ask! Don't ask me! Let's do it. Let's do it. Let's do it. This one's asking you to keep your head down so low, what the hell is this? Let's make fun of it! Come on, open it! Ha-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ku!

I don't think he's low at all.

"Kunowo...... ugh!

Heinemarie doesn't get tired of just knocking, or she seems to have tried to follow her run and see a flying kick in the door.

Shortly before that, the door opened and a ten-year-old or a petty child appeared there wearing a square horn cap and round glasses, wearing a classy gown.

"What are you doing, you are"

"... eh. Hey, what, I don't know..."

Sometimes the other person is a child, Heinemarie wanders.

The kid glanced at us uncomfortably,

"Anyway, the Lord tells you to let me through. Come in."

The pharmacist is the lord, and this guy is his lowest name or something. Or a disciple?

Well, whatever.

Stepping into the tower, it is a circular room full of shelves, with no compartments whatsoever. There is a downstairs staircase and a spiral staircase along the wall. The shelves were lined with unobtrusive clutter, and the rest were impressive with lots of potted plants on the floor and on the shelves.

The entrance to and exit from the tower is huge, so I could carry the strawberries inside every bedroom, but it seems a little difficult to get up the stairs. Lower name or apprentice. Seems to have taken a look at that,

"Wait here. I will call the Lord."

Then I went up the stairs.

"... hoom"

Heinemarie put on an arm.

"Apparently, he's not a bad guy."

That's a simple one.

I didn't even think so, but I waited to bring the pharmacist whether it was my lowest name or my apprentice without saying anything. But waiting quietly like this is probably proof that I'm in a hurry. I tell myself not to rush, not to rush. I mean there's still so much self-control to say, reason.

But when they waited again long enough, fifteen minutes, and Don Bragn started sleeping standing with his back against the wall, that just seemed pretty good to me, too. It just seemed pretty, pretty and yes, but.

I headed toward the stairs silently. Milliu called me off, but I ignored it.

I just put my foot on the stairs, and I turned back.

Walk to the bedroom. I opened my eyes so much that the strawberries didn't go as far as half.

I moved my lips and said something. with a voice so small that you can't hear it, perhaps,

"... xaragi"

And called my name.

"Ooh."

I answered briefly and held a strawberry. I didn't give up any strawberries. Stick to me with no power, with your ears,

"What's wrong?"

I asked.

"Hi. Shut up."

"Yeah."

Too honest, I'm angry.

Nobody says anything.

I'll head to the stairs again. Grab a strawberry and go up the stairs. As I thought, Momohina, Milliu, Heinemarie and Don followed. Looks like Ginger is going to wait upstairs.

The ground floor had high ceilings and it was far to the second floor.

On the second floor there was a desk and a chair besides the shelf, with a perfectly laid-back man sitting on that chair, similar to whether it was a small surname or a disciple. It stands beside the man whether it is his lowest surname or his disciple.

I looked over here.

"Ah. It's coming"

"Mmm."

And the man responded, turning his body towards me.

I'm not sure about my face because of the glasses, but it's long, and the hair spilling out of my hat is black and long. That's a long time, I'd say. Is it because it is demonic that you are knitting that hair that is too long? Then I wish I could hang up, but there seems to be some odd reason to keep it hanging up and be him. There's some weirdo smell all over it that makes you think that way.

"What is it, you guys?"

Definitely. It's the voice of a man glancing through a window. Then there is nothing or nothing. It was this man himself who told me to meet him. Don't you remember? Did you forget?

I sighed. The man in this hand is angry over here or whatever he does, he probably doesn't care. I think it might be interesting. Let me do that.

"You're the pharmacist. Can I help you? It's urgent."

"I don't need you."

"I guess so. I'm the one who needs you."

"You say a lot of unsolicited things. Oh, I wonder what it was. Dante. That's it. I read about three o'clock eleven days ago, the part of Fukunasos grass in Volume IX of the Compilation of this Grass. Take it."

"Yes, Master Auguste"

I took a book from the bookcase and handed it to a pharmacist named Augusto, whether it was a small name or a disciple called Dante.

... what?

What are you talking about?

Augusto opens the book on his knees, pinching his jaw and reading. Turn the page. Turn. Turn. Keep turning. Are you sure you want to read it? That's a lot of speed.

"Yes."

Augusto closed the book and slapped his forehead with his index finger.

"It was. There. What I did. Dante, next. Episode II of the Eliper Chronicle. Take it. Hurry up."

"Yes, Master Auguste"

Dante pulled another book out of the bookcase again.

Augusto reads the second episode of Eliper's Chronicle, which was given in exchange for Volume IX of the Compilation of this Grass. Read. Read, closed.

"Hmmm...... did I? Was the contradiction here? I couldn't help but wonder. That's a little neat. Oh, so? What, you guys? Why are you here?