CH 95

When I apologized to the elf Daryan senpai for applying healing magic with a strange misunderstanding, he laughed and forgave me.

“I look like a typical elf, but I didn’t think you didn’t realize I was an elf. It’s my first experience.”

I’m very sorry. Certainly, if you look closely, he’s slender, tall, has long pointed ears, and is a tremendous beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he’s just an elf. It’s the first elf. I’m not interested in the appearance of a man other than Ursch-kun, so I didn’t see it much, and I didn’t notice it at all. And above all, even though he looks so beautiful, he didn’t even come out as a mob in the game, so I didn’t pay extra attention.

Of course, if you say ‘It’s stretching’ about an elf’s ears and apply healing magic with a serious face, you’ll be laughed at.

“I’m really sorry. By the way, if you say elf, Daryan senpai, are you quite older?”

“Hmm? I’m 16 years old now, right? Why? Do I look that old?”

Huh? Elves have a very long life and are slower to get older than others, so they look different from their ages, right? I thought so, so I asked Daryan senpai, and he said it was only ‘High Elves’. Oh, huh? Is there a difference between the elves in this world and the elves in the fantasy of the previous world? I shouldn’t ask too many strange questions and be suspicious, so I’ll ask Ursch-kun later. it’s Ursch-kun when I’m troubled.

When I was having such a conversation with Daryan senpai, another senior came back with medical herbs from the medical herb shelf.

“Well, then I’ll show you from where I crush the medical herbs. These five kinds of medical herbs are crushed and mixed, but hey are divided into those that need to be mixed after crushing and those that can be mixed together.”

To know about the type and efficacy of each medical herb, it would be better to look at the textbook in class, so this time they only showed me the procedure.

It seems that the thing that was in the stone mill until a while ago had been crushed, and it was packed flatly in the steaming basket and covered with a cloth, and it was carried to another room.

A senpai weighed the newly brought medicinal herbs and put only the good things that were crushed together while shedding them in the stone mill. When I was looking at it, Daryan senpai explained from the side.

“This is the amount of medical herbs for 30 magic potions. You start from 5 in class, so you crush it with a smaller mortar, but during mass production, you put it in a stone mill like this and crush it. If I’m not in a hurry, I’ll crush it by myself, but now we are in a rush, so it takes a few people to crush it.”

By the time Daryan senpai finished speaking, he had just finished putting the necessary medical herbs in the stone mill, and when the seniors surrounded the stone mill, they crushed the medical herbs with a club in their hands and started to make them thoroughly smashed.

“Hey!! Smash quickly!!”

“Shit!! Shit!! What is 5,000 magic potions!! Are you kidding me, teachers!!”

“Let me go home already!! Don’t overuse us every event!!”

“Hahahahahaha!! Medical herbs!! Cry!! Shout!! And fall apart!!”

. . . . . . It’s not. It’s different from what I thought. This is not what I imagined to make a magic potion. This is not a magic potion creation, it’s a group lynching. From the outside, it looks like it’s surrounded by a lot of people and lynching in groups with clubs. Who do you think makes a magic potion?

When I looked up at Daryan silently, he muttered with a philosophical expression.

“Yeah. Everyone is tired.”

Black company, alchemy department, here. Internally, when I was thinking about stopping entering the alchemy department, Daryan senpai started following me.

“Ah, don’t worry, you don’t necessarily have to abuse them when you crush medicinal herbs.”

I guess so. No one thinks that abuse is essential for the manufacturing process.

Suddenly, the storm of abuse subsided and it became quiet, so when I looked back, my seniors were out of breath around the stone mill and sat down. Apparently, they’ve finished crushing it. Thank you for your hard work.

After transferring the crushed medicinal herbs to another container and wiping the stone with water, the medicinal herbs to be crushed separately were put in. Other seniors took turns crushing it. While raising a male voice like the sound of birds and animals in the jungle.

. . . . . . Ursch-kun. Come quickly.

The medicinal herbs that were crushed in the stone mill are stirred with something like a spatula and stretched flat into a steaming basket with a cloth. It seems that they take this and go to the next room that continues after this room. While holding the steamer, I left the chaotic room in a subtle mood and moved to the next room.

In the next room, there were boiled medicinal herbs, raw medicinal herbs, and dried medicinal herbs.

A petite and cute senior,

“Be small. Be small.”

While muttering in a cute voice, she is carving medicinal herbs. I want to pretend that I didn’t realize that her eyes were dead and void. Next to the cute senior, with a smile like a maiden,

“You don’t have any grudges, do you? It’s okay, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m just going to chop up your body, right?”

I want to pretend I didn’t see a senior (male) slamming a kitchen knife into medicinal herbs while talking to them in a kitten voice. Let’s write here that everyone has hollow eyes that make you feel uneasy about them holding a kitchen knife. It’s sad to say, the only thing that looks decent is the seniors who were chopping up medicinal herbs with a kitchen knife held in both hands while raising a voice like a kung fu master.

. . . . . . Ursch-kun. Come quickly.