Chapter 122 – The Beginning of the Celebration and the Wind (2)
Tirshi Armashnas is an alchemist.
Also, there are many types of alchemy, as there are various categories such as orthopedics, plastic surgery, dentistry, veterinary medicine, and figs in the same medical department.
They are divided into various categories, from metal alchemists who specialize in metal smelting and processing to bio-alchemists (tentative names) who conduct biological research.
What is the most major and lucrative field among such alchemy!
‘It’s potion alchemy.’
Water knows the answer and potion becomes money.
Genuine potions endowed with magic are difficult to learn, so once mastered, the profits are large and stable.
Maybe that’s why the investment cost is high, and there are a lot of kkondae and shitgungi. You can roughly think of it as a public servant in the alchemy industry.
“So, where the heck is the alchemy school building?”
I was so fucking lost that I muttered that while wandering on the street.
‘It’s so wide that I don’t know where it is.’
I thought it would be okay since I had followed Tirsi before, but the fuck wasn’t okay. The buildings all look similar, so I don’t even know where I am now.
─Sabaksabak.
After wandering around like that, I came out to the outside of a building. It was a grass field.
“Coo! (Sex!)”
There is also a cage on the lawn. Doves look so damn pretty.
Because they’re wizards, do they take care of Rook’s daughter first? Or maybe it wasn’t a telegram, but something like a familiar.
I watched the white pigeons for a moment to catch my breath. Those with red eyes were the ones I really liked.
“National football. (Asshole)”
“This shit?”
What is that bird-headed bastard saying to me now? I was at a loss for words after being attacked so suddenly.
I still can’t afford to suffer. I caught Gao and pointed at the pigeon in the cage.
“Gureuk Gukgugut Gukgukgu. (You’re an idiot too, so you’re stuck there.)”
“Cuckoo? (This shit?)”
Pigeons startled as if they had been hit by a slingshot. Where are you talking to a human being on the topic of birds! I giggled and kept pushing him!
“National Salvation Agency! Guggu Gugu Gugukgu! (I’m locked up! I’m locked up because I’m an idiot!)”
“Kuruk!! Kuruk!!!! (Fuck the dog!! Fuck the dog!!!!)”
The pigeon gave a damn as if his balls were smeared with hot chicken sauce. However, the guy who couldn’t escape even the barbed wire was angry!
“Haha. National Gug. (Cheuk. Asshole shack).”
After teabagging until the end, I finished the argument by quoting the words of the revolutionaries of the earth.
“I am not a slave. I will never be slaves. But I will be conquerors.”
“… What are you doing there?”
While I was doing that, someone appeared from behind me. She was a sorceress who looked at me like a stranger.
No, if you evaluate it coldly, you’re a weird bastard.
“Oh. Sorry. I was lost for a while because I didn’t know where the Alchemy School building was.”
“The Alchemy School is the other side.”
“Oh, thank you! You will be blessed!”
─Meadak! I ran away shaking my coat.
If you were looking at me, would you say something? I didn’t even know you were looking at me from a distance. Sell the dog
“Excuse me. Are you Mr. Tyrsi Armashnas?”
I ran to the building where Tyrsi was staying, revealed my business, and waited for Tyrsi in the reception room.
“Nord! Did you wait?”
Whether it was because there was no overdue work—or maybe it was because I was in a position to guarantee Cromwell’s status—Tirshi appeared right away.
This time, Tirsi was wearing a pink nurse’s uniform and something like a doctor’s coat. Is that work clothes? I shook my head.
“Nope. You came quickly. I didn’t even greet you properly last time, so I came to show you my face for a while.”
“I’m glad. Even so, you didn’t have to come on purpose.”
“This. Did I ever bother you?”
“Yeah? Nope! Not at all!”
─Fantastic! Tirshi opened his eyes wide and thrashed his hand. Thank god. It didn’t appear to be interfering. It could have been because he was doing something urgent.
“So, how did Tyrsi get in after the last fight? Are you okay where you were injured?”
“Yeah. Although I managed to get in just before the castle gate closed because I was organizing things in various ways. The wound on his arm was also completely healed. Look at this.”
─Sarak.
Tyrsi takes off her doctor’s gown and raises his arm. I think he was trying to show his wound, but I was surprised to see Bald Mountain’s armpit exposed.
The pink sleeveless nurse’s uniform and white gloves feel a bit like fetishism. The bastard who designated that as a research suit is 100% pervert.
“… Oh! Awesome!”
As I averted my eyes, Tyr too noticed and lowered his arm. There was a slightly awkward atmosphere. It’s not my fault, but I shouldn’t have asked anything strange.
Haha… That, boo, embarrassing…”
The reddened Tyrsi hugged his arms and said. He thought it would be awkward the next time he went on like this, so he brought up another topic.
“Ah, by the way. Didn’t I get something like this from Mr. Cromwell the other day?”
He took out the identification card Cromwell had given him from his bosom. Tyrsy, who has a good sense of her brain, also went along well with my words.
“Yes Yes! It was true. Is there any magic you want to learn?”
“Yes. It’s because I lack the ability to fight multiple enemies.”
It was when he was beaten up against dozens of golems.
I’ve felt it for a long time, but it was fucking difficult to win alone against Sangtorai bastards who had no choice but to kill or die in the head.
When I defeated the Green Jammins in the other world at the ruins, I fought with the party.
The walking-elks were able to beat me because they were low level and they weren’t willing to risk their lives to kill me.
But how was it against those who rushed into a life-or-death fight like the great katydids of the sewers or earth golems? Wasn’t it the benefit of bouncing or being crushed?
‘My weakness is many-on-one combat.’
I realized that greatly in the battle against the black magician.
My fighting ability would be at least the top of the silver class and the bottom of the max gold class. Honestly, it’s not that great because Mana almost couldn’t penetrate Oringnan Warlock from the front.
Even against the gold class, if you dig into the gap and rub it with a gun or other combination of magic, you should be able to win.
Because I have a high-powered attack that works against really high-level guys like Tabula and Warlock.
‘Still, even if I catch the boss like this, it seems like he’ll be beaten and searched for by his subordinates.’
What I urgently needed to secure was a skill that could determine victory or defeat in one-to-one battles.
Even for Mamamoo, who gains an advantage in a melee, isn’t the means of attack eventually beating with my own hands? At most, you can learn magic, but you can’t rot this certificate.
You never know when Cromwell will cut me off and revoke the certificate.
“If you’re looking for magic that can hit multiple enemies at once, you’ll probably only need advanced magic that requires long spellcasting.”
Tyrsi answered my words aggressively, as if trying to forget the armpit appeal incident.
“But Nords are ‘warriors who can use magic’, right? Wouldn’t a person who fights in the vanguard have time to focus on spells?”
“Well, that’s true.”
That was something I was worried about too.
How much can I focus on a spell in front of a weapon-wielding enemy?
The higher the level of magic, the higher the difficulty. I might be able to do tenth place multiplication while bench pressing, but I don’t think I can do calculus.
‘Because if I fall back and fight, Fran will be in danger.’
You don’t know how long Lalilura will continue to be a party member, so let’s not think about her for now.
If Lingling, the metal puppet, was No. 3, he would be as tough as me, though.
“I… If it’s okay, I…”
Tirsi was about to say something to me, but when my eyes met, she shut her mouth. Tirsi, her face flushed again, shook his head and muttered,
“There is a magic I would like to recommend. I don’t think it would matter even if it wasn’t necessarily powerful magic.”
“Yes?”
Doesn’t it have to be powerful magic? I clapped my hands thinking what that meant.
“Ah! It’s magic that binds the enemy’s feet.”
It’s a mezegi or a buff in the game.
‘Why, if you look at places like old fantasy novels, it’s like Greek magic, where it’s a national rule to come out once in a while.’
Enemies rushing towards you, but the main character who knocks them over by lowering the coefficient of friction on the floor and runs away leisurely was a template for fantasy novels in the 2000s.
If you can stop the movement of the enemy, it will be possible to break each one even if you are attacked by several people.
Tirshi nodded his head as if he was right.
“Sometimes it’s right, sometimes it’s wrong. This is a magic that can be used for offensive purposes as well. Magical aptitude is a problem.”
“Hehe. Tirshi also has a knack for expecting people.”
As for the aptitude issue, it follows me everywhere, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. Tirshi averted his eyes as I lifted him up and spoke hastily.
“Ah, that, that! It’s called 〈 Lightning Missile 〉! Among the 〈 Arrow 〉 magic, this is the most powerful and additional effect magic!”
“〈 Lightning Bolt 〉? Aren’t the magics Tyrsi often uses are 〈 Ice Arrows 〉?”
〈 Ice Arrow 〉 seems to have been used every time I fought with Tirsi. Is it magic that gathers cold air and blows it away?
“Yeah! It’s the magic I’m most confident in! I didn’t have many offensive magic that I knew how to use, so I practiced a lot to make it into a spearless spear, and then pushed the actual ice with cold air to make it look like a real arrow!”
Tirshi waved his hand and said. It felt like I was flustered, just like when I made an announcement in front of the guild leaders.
“So! What is 〈 Lightning Bolt 〉? The principle is the same, but instead of cold air, it shoots with lightning bolts! Not really lightning fast!”
“It is lightning. You can attack with an electric shock, or you can have a paralyzing effect because your body is numb.”
Even a person with a strong body must be squeamish when the electricity stirs through the body.
‘Isn’t that bad?’
No, it’s not bad, it’s pretty good. I asked Tyrsi.
“Good. Do you sell the spell book for 〈 Lightning Arrow 〉 at the guild?”
“Well, selling is selling… Now that we’ve talked about it, can’t I teach Nords about magic?”
“Yes?”
“This, this magic is shocking and difficult to learn! The wizard guild recommends having a direct teacher who will systematically teach magic!”
─Frigidly, squirmingly.
After shouting, Tirshi rubbed his fingers and looked at me.
What. The atmosphere is a bit dirty.
‘… Could it be that Tyrsi is interested in me?’
Since I am also a man, such thoughts came to my mind. It may have been my excessive self-consciousness, but the atmosphere in Tirsi was also very unusual.
Tirsi said to me, who was contemplating how to react.
“Instead of that… ! Can’t I join Mr. Nord’s party?!”
“… Yes?”
PARTY?
“That’s it. Actually, these days I barely have time to focus on my adventurer work, but when I go up to the bronze class or higher, there are many people who form a team and move.”
Tirshi rubbed his chest as if barely speaking.
“In fact, mages who can play an active role in battles are highly evaluated in the guild and benefit. As a standard, if you are above the gold class, you will be recommended for 6 stars.”
“Ah, yes.”
“I want to form a team with people I can trust in terms of skills and character, but I can’t guess… Can’t we?”
“Oh, yes, no, yes. It’ll probably be fine I will ask the party members.”
“Really?!”
Tirshi’s eyes lit up at my answer, and he leaned over the table and was very happy. Wow. It’s the first time I’ve seen this person so happy.
“Then I’ll come to the inn where you’re staying later! Ah! I’m also participating in the celebration hosted by the lord, so please talk about it until then and let me know your answer!
“Yes…”
“If you give me your permission, I’ll visit you, say hello to the people in my party, and teach you any amount of magic! It’s a promise! Nord!”
“Yeah…”
─Thump!
After saying goodbye, I closed the door and said goodbye to Tyrsi.
“… Nehween.”
And he covered his face with both hands.
It was fucking embarrassing. To think that a member of the opposite sex would like me because he was flattered that he showed a little favor or that I was in a good mood!
When I was Ada, I had a small contact with a woman, and even the name of my grandson was slightly better than I thought.
‘After all, I’m still a pseudo-ada in spirit.’
Over my head, dominated by embarrassment and futility, the young pigeon I saw earlier flew away and howled.
“Kukgu! National football! (Asshole! Asshole!)”
This fuckin’ other world sometimes puts a dagger in my chest.
“Fuck.”
I took the core and went back with a tired body.
The core, which was the size of my daegaltong, was far behind.
