I who got fired from the S class adventure party worked as a support, want to have a slow life by becoming an alchemist - Chapter 13

Translator: NovelMultiverse

“Is there a problem with …… and something like this?”

Returning to the reception area, Slay finishes applying for a special permit and filling out the application form for the alchemist exam and submits it to Eliza.

Eliza carefully checks the written content. Dressed in a tight uniform, the sight of her working while slumped over is very impressive.

”…… Yes. No problem. Here’s the receipt for the gold coins I just gave you.”

The receipt handed to me was marked as 100,000 gold coins. It was an intricately patterned piece of paper with the engraving of the Alchemy Society on it. The seal is decorated with the anti-magic treatment anti-magic, which excludes all forms of magic as an anti-counterfeiting measure. This potency is no exception to the metamorphosis technique.

It’s a good thing that you’re able to have a good time. This is because the fortune he had been accumulating for five years had finally left his hand.

Even though this thing had been placed in the ‘Sub-Space Room Sub-Space Room’, he was able to fully realize that it was quite a heavy burden psychologically.

”Also, Albert-san has given me permission to lend you the instructional books and problem books. Please keep them.”

“Feel free to borrow it. …… Could you tell him that Slay would appreciate it?”

“I understand. He’s not a bad person, but he’s very strict about discipline. You must be very careful.”

Albert himself had mentioned that he was strict about discipline. It is so from the atmosphere.

It’s not a bad thing. Slay thinks that being an alchemist is just as good as being strict in discipline. Especially if you are an executive, this is even more so.

“It’s a good thing that you’re a good sport. …… Um, would you like a cup of tea?”

“Can I have ……?”

“Of course.”

He was just thirsty, so Slay decided to take it without hesitation.

Eliza excused herself from her seat, and after a few dozen seconds, she returned with a smile and a cup of light red tea with ice in her hand and placed the cup on the counter in front of Slay.

“Try it first. I think you’ll like it.”

As I picked up the cup and sipped the tea as I was told, I felt the ice-cooled liquid invigorate my body. And the complex mixture of bitterness, sweetness, and sourness washed over my mouth.

“…… This is delicious,”

“It’s a decoction of vermicelli grass. It’s a decoction of vermicelli plant, which is said to help with concentration and the fragrance is said to have a relaxing effect. Be careful not to drink too much, though, as it can make it hard to sleep.”

“You made this Eliza?”

“Yes. It’s my job to prepare it. There are a lot of people in the association who like the Berme grass tea.”

“I was thirsty, so it was just the right time. Thank you.”

Slay complimented Eliza as she placed the glass, which was now just ice, on the counter.

This is my first time drinking this, but it’s really good. Is this the tea of berme grass, which can only be collected in the high mountains and cannot be stored for long periods of time? Normally, you can’t get it on the Loonside.

Even wildflower tea, which is valuable in the city, can be created by analyzing it and using transmutation techniques.

Ice can also be created from magic by cooling water, but with transmutation, it was possible to create a smarter equivalent.

And the fact that she was prepared means that Eliza probably has some knowledge of metamorphosis as well.

The daughter of a nobleman or a wealthy man. Even for such a careless person, it must mean that she was born and raised well.

If you look closely, you’ll see that she was a beautiful woman with a rather graceful face. It makes sense that she comes from a noble family.

The fact that it’s so easy to create something valuable is proof of its dangerousness. A destroyer of reason. No wonder there are people who hate alchemists.

Slay believes that the possibilities of metamorphosis are endless.

Even the ice in this cup is generally valuable, in other words, even if you just metamorphose water into a block of ice and sell it, you can make a business out of it.

The answer to the question of whether it is possible to make a profit from the loss of something of equivalent value is that, depending on how you do it, it can be very easy to make a profit.

And since there is an infinite number of possibilities, there are also dangers.

Conducting business where money is exchanged by means of metamorphosis is not permitted in this country unless you are a qualified alchemist. If it is discovered, there will be a heavy punishment.

It was not hard to understand why they would want to grant the alchemist’s qualification to a limited number of people, such as the nobility and the wealthy.

As for Slay, he doesn’t want to make a great deal of money or make a name for himself in the world that would destroy reason with this.

He hopes to spend his time relaxing and taking care of business as an alchemist while helping his homeland, which is placed in the middle of nowhere and less convenient.

With the use of the metamorphosis technique, you can have most things you need, but the idyllic scenery is an irreplaceable thing that cannot be obtained in an equivalent exchange.

The best thing is that back home, you can let Lloyd, the great grey wolf direwolf, roam free. That might already be the first thing in my mind.

It’s not that I don’t like cities like the royal capital Central City or the magical city of Loonside. But I’m talking about how Slay’s longing for a slow life outweighs it.

“Speaking of which, I was wondering about the animal perched on Slay’s shoulder ……”

Eliza’s gaze went to the little pretty beast that was perched on Slay’s shoulder.

“Oh, it’s called Lloyd. It’s the ‘surrendered’ form of the great grey wolf direwolf. I’m also a messenger tamer in case you were wondering.”

‘It’s so cute – …… Can I mooch and love you, Lloyd?’　

“That’s a bad idea.”

Conquering Eliza, whose eyes were shining, Slay refused once and for all.

“…… I’m sorry,”

Eliza’s face fell, her ponytail swinging in a dejected manner. Slay had a sense of seeing at this scene.

”Eliza, I’m not trying to be mean. Lloyd in this form gets really bad-tempered when he does that. I’m sure he’d be happy to mooch off in his …… original form.”

“I’d like to see Lloyd in his original form ……”

Eliza’s eyes sparkle again. It’s a woman whose expression changes constantly.

“I think it’s a bad idea to undo the ‘surrender’ in this space. …… If I get another chance.”

You sound like Elia. Lloyd for attracting a beautiful receptionist too…… Well, I wonder how those guys are doing.

Slay remembered the companions of the ‘Bombastic Gale Blast Wind’ that he was partying with.

It had been three days since he left the Royal Capital Central City. He was sure that he and his replacement, Gantez, had already met up.