Chapter 112.1

Somebody is making a fuss close to my ear.

Noisy.

And—am I being shaken?

I don’t fairly get it, however there’s noise, shaking, and hitting.

It’s a tough remedy. What did I do to deserve this?

Gentle bursts into my imaginative and prescient.

Within the blurry world, a person is peering at me.

“…!”

The person pries my eyelids open together with his fingers and factors at one thing together with his different hand.

That’s… alchemy tools.

In the midst of brewing?

Oh, it’s Valerie.

She collapsed from sickness, so I brewed—no, the remedy needs to be performed.

Valerie needs to be effective, proper?

I moved my eyes, however Valerie was nowhere to be seen.

Who is that this man anyway?

The place am I once more?

I can’t bear in mind something.

In the meantime, the person retains shaking me.

What’s he so determined about?

Let me sleep a bit. Then my consciousness will—

Immediately, my imaginative and prescient blurs, and grey spreads throughout my sight.

Cobblestones…?

Oh, it’s the ground.

“…! Wake… get up!”

“Noise…”

“What do I do subsequent!? Is it performed!?”

The fog in my thoughts clears, and my ideas turn out to be sharp.

And as I go searching, my reminiscence returns.

I… misplaced consciousness.

Helped up by a subordinate, I take a look at the alchemy tools.

The answer is ok.

The antidote potion must be boiled—boiled after which… what was it?

My consciousness fades once more.

Although I’m shaken again, I can’t converse.

It’s no use. My ideas are scattered.

Every part is blurry.

I can’t even bear in mind this man’s title.

“Under no circumstances. May or not it’s—a scroll?”

“Sure. [Concentration Up]. You requested for it earlier than dropping consciousness. It was powerful to apply it to you.”

He laughs, mimicking a slap.

I don’t bear in mind, but it surely appears I requested the [Concentration Up] spell.

Since it may’t be forged on others, they used a scroll.

The protection squad scoured outlets, caravans, and the adventurers’ guild, securing it and by some means making me activate it.

Then I handed out once more after explaining the antidote potion recipe.

I don’t bear in mind any of it.

I decide up the clean parchment, feeling nostalgic.

[Concentration Up].

It’s a favourite spell of Virgil, who taught magic to my brother and me.

It’s been seven years since then.

He was almost thirty, so he will need to have retired.

Virgil would most likely open a non-public faculty someplace.

Inserting the parchment on the desk, I verify my physique’s situation.

There’s no weak point in my left hand.

I open my standing, shaking my head barely.

The poison hasn’t cleared.

Because of [High Toxicity], it’s extremely persistent.

“I’ll resume brewing. Um—sorry, I’m nonetheless not totally recovered. I can’t bear in mind your title.”

“Don’t fear, I haven’t launched myself. I’m Morris.”

“Then, Morris, assist me.”

Listening to this, Morris frantically waves his arms.

“I’m only a soldier. The potion labored since you virtually completed it. Don’t be unreasonable.”

“No downside. I’ll direct you. And as I stated, I’m not totally recovered.”

Morris’s face clouds immediately.

“Nonetheless poisoned?”

“Sure. I’m virtually higher, however we have to be ready.”

“…Acquired it. I’ll assist.”

Then, I resumed brewing with Morris’s assist.

Unknown to me, extra alchemy tools had arrived, so I switched one for alchemy answer use.

The rationale my poison didn’t clear was the answer’s high quality.

Morris’s options had been all low high quality; I often use ones two ranges larger. With these, even customary antidotes are powerful.

Utilizing the remaining options to purchase time, I’ll brew my very own high-quality options to totally get well.

With out dropping consciousness, I continued brewing with Morris.

By night, I and the adventurers had been cured. By sundown, the protection squad, and by dusk, Brent was totally recovered.

About half a day after encountering Sophric, all victims had been handled.

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