Chapter 11
the beginning of soloism.
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- Zombie.
Do you know what is the most important thing to get a tutoring class? “I wish you would stop calling me a zombie for now.”
- That's the tuition fee.
After we had finished our work at the headquarters of the Shangryun, we went out.
midday.
As lunch approached, the street became lively.
Hunters, who retired from the front lines, opened restaurants and general stores to solicit diligently.
Of course, there were many shops that only fly flies.
In such a store, the owners always sat by the door and opened their mouths blankly.
be the guy no way It was a cruel, but unchanging truth, both in the outside world and in Babylon.
-And you just secured your tuition.
Come on, what should I have now? "Well.
A good tutor?”
- Uh huh.
It is already in front of you.
The mastermind said shamelessly.
Not a single facial expression has changed.
- A good reference book! You need a textbook to help you grow quickly.
"textbook···." -Yes.
Something like an emergency book or an elixir.
But if you read the non-medical book, there's no way you can understand it at your level now, right? In the end, the only answer is to collect the damn expensive elixir.
Even if this yangban says the right thing, he always makes you look mean.
- By the way, I don't handle cheap elixirs.
Why did you say alchemy? There are guilds that doctors and pharmacists join.
Get only the elixir made by the finest artisans there.
“Eh.”
-Don't worry, I know where the store is.
There's a place that Grandpa Marcus also frequents.
If you go there and sweep away the elixir...
“Now, wait a minute.”
-Yes? why? I lowered my voice.
Because street passers-by passed by.
"...aren't those elixir really terribly expensive?" - Of course, it's terribly expensive.
It's worth the call.
Probably a billion if you hear the price! it will sound The sage smiled mischievously.
-Can you tell me roughly how much? “Let’s hear it one more time.”
The ghost whispered in my ear.
When I heard the price, my eyes widened.
Something more expensive than you can imagine.
“Even if you pour out all the money you have right now, you can only buy 4 of them!?”
- giggle.
If you buy all at once, you'll get a discount so you can order about five.
They knew how to do business.
This is why doctors who have tasted money are the scariest in the world.
“You are too expensive...”
Oh my gosh.
It was only then that I became poor again.
I won the 1st prize lottery, so I thought I would make a good living.
-What.
It can be a waste because the money you have earned seems to go away easily, but what can you do? It's a tragedy caused by your lack of talent.
I think this is all up to you...
Hmm! The ghost's face hardened.
- Confucius.
hide "Yes?" -hurry.
The voice was sincere.
Without realizing it, I hid behind a nearby tin trash can.
A fishy and hoarse smell.
It was a trash can used to dispose of food waste in restaurants.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
“What’s going on, why don’t you suddenly hide?”
-Look out.
It's Grandpa Marcus.
“·················ogue.”
I held my breath.
Carefully, I peered into the street through the trash can.
An old man with white hair tied behind his back.
A swordsman who ranks first in the current era and possesses [a detective's insight] was walking in the distance.
'If you get caught, your head hurts.' My heart was pounding.
Has my tension been conveyed? Bae Huo-ryeong also gave up his two-much talker temperament and kept his mouth quiet for a while.
The two of us hid side by side in the trash can and followed the sword with our eyes.
“···Again, ···noisy···.”
Fortunately, the swordsman didn't seem to notice this.
The old man went somewhere, muttering to himself as usual.
-Ah, Mr.
As he saw the swordsman entering a certain building, Hueryeong frowned.
- Ttt! That's the best store.
“Is this the best store?”
- The elixir, elixir.
At least the best pharmacist has set up a shop there.
Ah.
really! Except for him, everyone is a scumbag.
If possible, I should buy it there...! The mastermind staggered his feet.
It's the first time I've seen this ghost really disintegrate.
I was deep in thought next to him.
'It is too risky to use the same shop as the sword castle.
However, he is a pharmacist who knows how to make good elixir.' I searched for the top rankers with my smartphone.
Starting with number one, the list flopped out.
+ 1st place.
Swordsmanship / Affiliation: None.
2nd place.
Black Witch / Affiliation: Black Dragon (guild leader).
3rd place.
Count / Affiliation: Merchants Association (guild leader).
4th place.
Heretic Inquisitor / Affiliation: Manshinjeon (guild leader).
5th place.
Viper / Affiliation: Cheon Mumun (guild leader).
6th place.
Babel's Language History / Affiliation: Manhak (Assistant Guild Leader).
7th place.
Wide area news agency / Affiliation: Hwanmun Shimbun (deputy guild head).
8th place.
Paladin / Affiliation: Vigilante (Secondary Guild Leader).
ㆍ ㆍ ㆍ + “No.”
I muttered as if tossing.
Huryeong, who was constantly rolling her feet, responded to my self-talk.
-Huh? what don't you have? your luck? "no.
Rather, it is the opposite.”
Instead of having no luck, it overflowed.
“It may cost less than you think.”
-What? “I thought I could spend just a penny to get the best elixirs.”
I smiled.
“I know a very good pharmacist.”
We left the downtown area and entered a dark alleyway.
poor neighborhood.
People who have no choice but to live in old places because it is difficult to earn money.
In short, it was a neighborhood close to Harlem.
The eyes of the hunters looking at this side of the dark alley were unusual.
-...a really good pharmacist lives here? The hint that he could not believe the spirit behind it was evident.
“He’s not an ordinary person with good skills, but a pharmacist with the greatest talent ever.”
- Strike a little bit.
Why would a person with such a talent live in a place like this? “Oh, you didn’t want to believe it?”
From the other side of the alleyway, there was the sound of squeaks and tongues.
The hunters who were looking at this side turned their heads.
You must have mistaken me for a psychopath when you saw me talking to myself.
The security of this Harlem family was the worst, but they did not touch the psychopaths.
I laughed out loud in my mind.
'What if I found out that my wallet was full of gold coins?' it was obvious Your eyes will turn and you will run like a beast.
Of course, I had no intention of kindly revealing the circumstances of my wallet to them.
I smelled a rotting corpse from somewhere and entered a deeper alleyway.
It was around that time that a cracking voice could be heard.
“Ji, please don’t touch my lab tools!”
young man's voice.
After that, harsh voices rang out.
“It’s been a while now, but you’re saying that!”
“It has been half a year since the due date has passed.
Then you have to pay the price.”
I headed in the direction the voice was coming from.
The point where the alleyway and the alleyway intersect, like the center of a spider's web.
There was a shabby shop built in a slightly open place.
It was there where people were fighting.
“ If I take all the tools and tools...
I can really make a living..." “Okay, nothing more to see.
Take it all!”
Big thugs loaded machines into the rear car.
Could it have been around the late 20's? The woman who seemed to be the owner of that old shop somehow grabbed the cart and begged.
"one week! One more week, please.
No, if you give me five more days...”
“It’s not like a week turned into a month and a month turned into a half year!”
puck.
When the thugs pushed the rear car back, the owner of the store could not resist and fell to the side of the road.
Even though his knees were up, the store owner reached out to the rear car.
“Ah… the potion that hasn’t been completed yet…!”
"Ugh.
Taken from some crazy pharmacist.
miss! My sincere advice is to you, never go out of your way to make medicine again!”
The car creaked and disappeared into the alleyway.
All that is left here is the shopkeeper who is on his knees in despair.
And there were only locals, including myself, who came out to see this Sadal.
The onlookers whispered.
“Tzutsu.
I thought the store was going to go bankrupt.”
“Even if the potion is expensive, it is too expensive.
What kind of health potion is 40 gold?”
“I looked down on business at a young age…”
Did you hear what the onlookers were saying? The store owner, who was staring at the ground in disbelief, swung! He shook his head.
“Rain, it’s expensive! I get almost nothing!”
Molgool was pretty miserable.
His long hair was messed up because he hadn't washed his hair for several days.
The glasses on his face were as old as old antiques.
Even his voice was chirping, so it was closer to the sound of jade breaking, not the sound of rolling jade.
“The only store in Babylon that offers such a potion at this price is ours! Oh, it's not enough to say thank you for opening up a shop in a lousy neighborhood like this one! Yes!" “Hey, that one still hasn’t come to his senses.”
“Go ahead.
I'm really He shouted loudly that he was good..." The spectators shook their heads and dispersed.
Dislike! There was a shopkeeper there who didn't seem to like him at all.
"Oh···.
Come on, wait a minute.
Everyone.
Even a bottle of stamina potion is what you've gathered here...
With one shot of my special potion, even a dying hunter would flutter.”
"Ah.
Don't buy it, don't buy it!”
The store owner belatedly tried to catch the bystanders, but to no avail.
Water spilled a while ago.
The spectators quickly disappeared, swearing at each other.
"It's really effective...
It's not a lie..." In the end, the store owner floundered and sat down.
-Hey.
After watching the whole thing that happened in front of my eyes, the spirit behind me murmured.
-I'm sure you're the 'best pharmacist' you've been talking about...
isn't that stinky? “What if I say yes?”
- I'll be serious about your mental state.
He died more than 4000 times, and even his brain became strange.
Then let me introduce you to the best psychiatrist in Babylon.
I snorted.
“You have to worry about your mental state when you see ghosts.
That master is the greatest pharmacist of all time, so don’t worry.”
- Not the greatest pharmacist of all time, but the greatest stinta ever! crazy man! The mastermind made a noise, but ignored it.
I strode towards the shopkeeper who was sitting on the ground.
"excuse me." "Eww···?" The store owner looked up at me.
Looking closer, it looked even more shabby.
The tops and bottoms were all long as I was wearing clothes I had picked up from somewhere.
At least he was wearing a white robe and barely recognizable as, 'Oh, you look like a pharmacist, not a beggar'.
"President.
Are you still in business?”
Of course, this man was not a beggar.
Nor was it an ordinary pharmacist.
“If you are still in business, I would like to order some potions.”
Pension City Master.
A pharmacist who will rise to the top 5 in the future.
He was out of the rankings at this point, but he was a person who would definitely make a big difference.
“It’s a little expensive potions, but it doesn’t matter.”
"Ah yes.
Yes! Absolutely! I can make anything for you!”
A blush appeared on the pharmacist's face.
The store just went bankrupt, but fortunately, a customer came to ask for an expensive potion.
It felt like a knight revived.
“Well, if it is expensive, how expensive is it…?”
"Well." In the future, he was a pharmacist who would not dare to order no matter how much money he had, but this time it was different.
“I want to buy about 20,000 gold worth.”
“·················ogue.”
The pharmacist opened his mouth.
What do you mean when you're a little miserable? To me, the pharmacist in front of me only looked like a goose that lays golden eggs.
It is also a golden egg made of 100% pure gold! I smiled.
"What are you doing? You have to take your order, sir.”
Don't become a regular customer to the core.
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