The Frontier Alchemist ~ I Can't Go Back to That Job After You Made My Budget Zero

Riharzam returns to the royal capital in a disgraceful state, being carried by the slime mold.

Perhaps with what little pride he had left, he stopped the slime mold just before entering the capital and crawled out of the slime mold as if swimming. He crawled out of the slime, spreading the fungus all around.

When his whole body is finally out, Rehalzam takes out a scroll and repatriates the slime mold.

He is covered from head to toe in slime.

His left leg was even more swollen and had grown to nearly three times its original thickness.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been stopped by the guards as a suspicious person and taken away to a guardhouse, but for some reason, Riharzam succeeded in entering the royal capital without any trouble. Even though the alchemist's medallion, which peeks out from between the cracks of his torn clothes, is covered with dust, kinocosmoothie, and mucus, making it difficult to distinguish him from others.

However, all he can think about is his passion for Rust, his swollen left leg, and the potions at the alchemy association.

Riharzam was completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the city.

There were very few people on the streets, and even a few injured people huddled here and there. Everyone was dirty, big or small. The town looked as if it had been the scene of a large-scale monster attack.

Riharzam walks slowly toward the Alchemy Association. As usual, he does not seem to be in pain. It is as if something is secreted from his swollen left leg that numbs his senses. Riharzam simply wobbles along with a vacant look on his face, looking as if he is having difficulty walking.

Finally, he arrives at the building of the Alchemy Society.

What spreads out before Riharzam's eyes is a pile of rubble.

Riharzam stares blankly at the pile of rubble.

It seems that Riharzam's brain refuses to recognize reality.

Riharzamu shakes his head and looks to the left and right.

The buildings on the left and right are damaged in some places, but they do not look much different from usual, a familiar scene for those who attend the Alchemy Society.

However, when we turn our eyes to the building of the Alchemy Association, we find it completely collapsed and destroyed, with only rubble and garbage in our eyes.

Riharzam falls flat on his buttocks.

"It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie. ....... This....... This can't be happening. The place I worked my whole life for..."

Riharzam mutters hollowly.

Then a voice calls out to him.

"Oh, it's Master Riharzam, isn't it? I see you are back. The man's voice echoes in the silence. The street has been deserted for some time.

The man wears a hooded robe and pulls down the hood deeply. I am not sure what he looks like.

"Oh, this is it," the man continues, following Riharzam's gaze and pointing to a pile of rubble.

"It's quite a spectacle, isn't it? I never thought that so many armored salmon would attack us from the sky. And it was obvious that the Alchemy Association was targeted. It's as if there was something there that the armored salmon liked. But there was a troublesome female swordsman. It just so happened that a lot of armored salmon attacked us, and we were thinking, "Okay, here we go..." and she was very active. Except for this place, there was only moderate damage. It's really not that easy, is it?

"Oh, and you?" Riharzam turns to the man with a vacant look on his face.

"Oh, no, I am just a man, a simple man. I just thought I should thank you, Master Riharzam. I can't believe he made that defective magic circuit and delivered it to us. Thanks to you, the project is ruined. It's ruined. I owe you a big thank you."

And a man spreads the fingers of one hand. His hand, like a spider's foot, grips Riharzam's face firmly from the front. A black haze clings to his fingers.

Riharzam makes a strange noise.

A bruise appears on his face. It looks just like the one that was carved on the face of the priest knight Taura.

"Well, well, well. Hmm. Mmm-hmm. It could be a great find. The growth of magic in the body is going very well. The magical aptitude has a great affinity for fungi. And above all, it's full of negative emotions. This could be it," says the man, suddenly happy.

Riharzam, meanwhile, is on his buttocks and twitching.

"Master Riharzam, I have something wonderful for you. What? No need to thank me.

A large amount of black mist flows out of the man's hand that grabs Riharzam's head. It went into Riharzam's eyes, nose, and mouth.

Then, the bruises on Riharzam's face begin to be rewritten.

"You will have a new life, as if you were born again. Well, well, well. I'm glad I stayed here. Now if you'll excuse me. You never know when that woman is coming. Have a good demon life!

With these words, the man leaves. The bustle of the street has returned.