What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Augusto Crustrole.

Age unknown. Doesn't look like a twenty, but is it a thirty or forty? You look youthful and unexpectedly old. My face is long and my hair is longer than that. And then, round glasses. That's about what it looks like, but no matter where you look from, it's a freak freak's mess. Weird words and behavior, too. I don't listen to people first. Speak as you wish and act as you can think of. There's a lot of stuff constantly swirling around in this guy's head, and when something comes up on the surface, he doesn't seem to feel like he needs to talk, think, or write about it. I have no patience. Live with your interests largely and Augusto Crustrole will die one day as Augusto Crustrole.

The profession, he says, seems to be a drug researcher, not a pharmacist.

Anything, when Augusto was four, his mother died eating poisonous fish. While crushing the course, Augusto apparently woke up to the poison. Then as I began collecting all sorts of "poisonous things," and killing all sorts of creatures with that poison, I realized at the age of eight that "poison can also be a drug". Augusto knew that poison and medicine were all in the back, and he immersed himself in the search for that border. Originally, my father was a wealthy man, and I used that money to study it, but eventually I became insulated, knowing that the poison and drugs my father had asked me to formulate were producing a lot of profit, that is, I didn't need my father's assistance, etc. The father always used the contract he had his son sign as a shield to fulfill his "contract"...... early story, for his father's sake, pressed him to work to produce money, but he did not expose Auguste to that intention.

So, what's up?

xxxed.

Well, to be clear, I poisoned him.

Pretty scary thing, Augusto told me softly, so I don't feel any itch for him, I guess it's just an event that I ruled out because there was a guy in the way.

Naturally, Augusto's occupation was known throughout Vere, but the fact that his father was a forceful merchant and a terrible lender of gold, and that Augusto was only thirteen years old, and then, once again, there was a court in Vere called the Court of Thunder God, but it wouldn't work without an appeal. There were times when Augusto gave his father's property and interests to his men, and no one to sue, so he was not to be blamed. Looks like he named himself a poisoning boy and got scared.

Nevertheless, it was well ten years ago, so there are not many people who would pull off the "case" at the time.

Augusto today is only famous as a pharmacist.

Any odd, difficult disease, find a special effect, or at least know a medication to relieve the symptoms.

I'm a funny guy, so I don't want to get involved if I can. Somehow, even my own parents are the kind of guys who are fine and poison me, so I'd better stay out of it.

But if there is no other straw, there is no stomach on my back. When it really sucks, rely on Augusto. To some extent in Valle, anyone who lives there knows. Don Bragn of Oak still came to Valle and the sun was shallow, and he had never been in danger of his life. That's why I never heard of Augusto.

"Hmm..."

Augusto finally checked out the strawberries to tell his own story as he liked, to give him a sudden, interrupt and do something else, drug rigging.

Put the strawberry to sleep on your desk, measure the heat with a thermometer, take a pulse, turn the lid, and examine it in your mouth. Hear the heart sounds with a stethoscope. Let them take off their clothes and give up a state of rash of strawberries that don't even have the strength to be ashamed of being naked. I even held my fingers all over my body and held them tight.

At the end of the street, Augusto nodded boringly,

"I see. This is scarlet fever, isn't it? It is an occasional disease found in several river basins in the west. It's just very rare to get so serious. In that sense, I can't say it's interesting."

"Let's see..."

Momohina asked frightened.

"What kind of...?

"As you can see."

Augusto laughed, hoo, with his nose,

"It's like a cold, but it's characterized by high fever and rash. You often complain of joint pain. Complicate and dramatize at times. There are also death cases if the rash spreads throughout the body. Or if you go that far, you die."

"Death......"

Heinemarie closed her eyes and stopped.

Don Bragn put on a tight arm,

"Nu......"

and roaring. By the way, Don's one closed his eyes when the strawberry examination began, and he still remains squashed in discipline.

"Something"

I stuffed Augusto to make sure Milliu pushed off his big opium.

"Don't you have something! The medicine that works for the disease called scarlet fever...!

Augusto saw Milliu's opium for a moment, but he looks like he only thinks of it as a big chunk of meat.

"I have medicine. Of course. There's no way. Who do you think I am? Scarlet fever has special effects. I mean, I made it."

"So...!

"Give me that?

I'm not saying it's for free.

I glanced at the strawberry.

The strawberry is lying on his desk. I'm not wearing any clothes. I'm just putting it over my body. I'm so loose that I don't even have the energy to wear my own clothes.

I touched it like I was checking the shape of a strawberry head and combed my hair with my fingers. Then the strawberry looked at me blurrier and shook his head faintly.

"... None, from"

It's dirty, don't touch it.

Stupid one.

I sent Momohina and Milliu signals with gaze movements. Looks like the two of you immediately guessed my intentions. I started putting clothes on the strawberries.

I turned to Auguste.

"You don't seem to have a hobby for help. I want it so bad that I can get my hands out of my throat. I'll pay the right price. What do you need?"

"Ho."

Augusto pressed up his round glasses and loosened his licence.

"It's well understood and helpful. Yes! If you have something to ask for, you have to offer something to get it. That's a fact that's close, but also common, and rolling everywhere, not just to the truth. Sometimes when I'm made to deal with a fool who doesn't even know that and waste my time, I want to poison and bore that fool by being attacked by unbearable discomfort. I'm glad you're not. For each other, huh? Don't you think? You'd think, wouldn't you?

Everyone is under pressure by Augusto, or don't pull.

I was, but I was feeling a little sad from an august dripping with madness.

You have to give something to get something.

How was that "faith" of Augusto shaped? Isn't this guy sacrificing a lot of things to get what he wants, too? I'm not just getting it. Sometimes I lost it. Augusto lost his mother and put his father in his hands. Maybe he wasn't okay with it. Being an Auguste is an experience of great loss, so I guess I can't help but demand consideration from visitors for something.

In any case, I have no choice but to respond.

Because there's no other way to save a strawberry than to do so.

"What do you want? What am I supposed to do?"

I asked to go straight in.

"I think you'll like it."

Augusto smiled. Famous, no. For a freak you might say infamous, he's quite a people-loving face.

"I'm just hanging up and I want you to take something. Needless to say, in exchange for that, I'll give you the special effects of scarlet fever."

"Fine. I don't know. I'll get it."

"Excellent! That sounds like a response if you hit it!

Augusto applauded.

"What, it's like a little use. There was an island called the Island of Tears on the coast of the ocean where Valle faced. It only grows there, and this is something that I still don't know why, but it only grows there, a mossy plant called emerald wet grass. I want you to collect it."

"Okay. Tell me where the island is and its moss characteristics."

"Yeah, of course. Dante, write down what you need and give it to him."

"Yes, Master Auguste"

Dante lowered his head lightly, whether it was a small surname or a disciple, and just grabbed a piece of paper from the shelf, and for a moment, he looked at me.

I said something. That was the look in my eyes.

Or like you're pitying me.

I couldn't help but understand. The collection of jade wet grass and dots is not what Augusto calls "a little bit like your use" or anything. There's something. There must be circumstances where you can't just go and collect and go home.

Well, I'm ready. What's wrong with that? Whatever it is, I've decided to do it.

All you have to do is do it.