My Magic Tools Are Selling Too Well

9 – Traumatized junior and foxtail (4)

“When my mother drank a low-grade stamina potion, her symptoms got better for about three to four days.”

“Only three days?”

“yes. I’m not familiar with the criteria either. However, the symptoms were greatly alleviated, and after five days, they did not get better again.”

It was strange.

[Low level health potion] is different from the preface that it is low level, and it is a very effective treatment.

First of all, since the ‘Flanders Leaf’, which contains plenty of holy power from the ingredients, is used, it has the same performance as the holy magic of most priests.

In the case of trauma, even fairly deep cuts could be healed, and common ailments like colds and upset stomachs could be healed so easily that you wouldn’t even know you had them.

“That was enough for me. As long as my mother was okay with it, I could have bought any number of potions.”

“… How much did you earn per month?”

“I earned about 120 gold if I worked hard.”

Unknowingly, I grabbed my forehead.

120 gold is quite a lot of money for Morphine without a regular job, but considering his situation, it was absolutely not a lot of money.

It was said that the effect of a low-grade health potion lasts for up to four days, so even if you set the potion for 10 gold, it will break about 70 gold every month.

How rich would it be if you lived a comfortable life with the remaining 50 gold?

Morphine was spending almost all of the money she earned on her mother’s potions and living expenses.

He probably didn’t even get enough of his own meals.

“And when I was selected as an aspiring warrior a few months ago, I learned about a new world. The alchemist who made this potion, the priest who could not be called because of lack of money, and the knight who slain monsters outside the castle. That we are all the same warriors.”

Whoever was selected as an aspiring warrior could know that fact.

The reason is simple.

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Just as an alchemist’s appraisal magic allows warriors to check the information of an object, once an aspiring warrior is selected, information that can confirm him or her appears in front of his eyes.

[You have been selected as a warrior]

[morphine]

-Talent: Alchemy

-Possessed Magical Circuit: 1

-Trait: –

And the information that appears is much simpler than expected.

You can only figure out the magic circuit you have and what field you have talent in.

When aspiring warriors enter the academy, they decide their field based on this.

It was common to have only one talent, although very occasionally multiple talents would appear.

“That’s how I was able to enter the Imperial Academy, and I got to know you by chance.”

“… okay. I was smoking on the roof.”

“I’m telling you now, but I don’t smoke very well. no money The cheap tobacco was also given to me by the guy I worked with while doing repair work.”

I nodded.

In fact, I hadn’t encountered morphine on a rooftop since.

Morphine was only encountered in alchemy shops or in lecture halls.

It never occurred to me that the reason might be poverty.

Suddenly, Delia, who was slightly shaking her hand on one side, caught my eye.

She quietly listened to our conversation with a hardened complexion.

“And recently, I bought a potion made by my senior and gave it to my mother as usual. and… And a real surprise happened. It’s been a while, but my mother woke up from the hospital bed. Eat the potion your senior made.”

Only then did the puzzle begin to come together little by little.

This was the reason why Morphine gave me various excuses every time I bought my potion.

Because of the potion that showed ridiculous performance, he must have tried to buy my potion more often than he normally buys.

Since the frequency of purchasing potions compared to the money he earns is high, the amount of credit is bound to increase.

“I was really excited. It’s already been two years since my mother was ill, but it was the first time she woke up from a hospital bed. He would lie down again after a day, but even that day was so precious to me. so… ”

Morphine’s face began to contort little by little.

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Just like when he first started talking to us, he hesitated with his mouth open.

Waves of indescribable emotion were rushing to Morphine now.

“So, so… I should have said thank you to my senior. I should have said thank you so much first… ”

Then, as if breathing out, he continued to speak.

Hot tears welled up in Morphine’s eyes.

Is it sorry for me, or resentment for the world?

Unaware of its true intention, Morphine was crying and apologizing to me.

“My greed knew no bounds. Being a selfish and lacking person, I really wanted to have the senior’s potion. If I could make senior’s potion, it would make my mother walk for the rest of her life. Because you can redraw the future you thought you couldn’t draw… ”

Listening to that confession, I found myself unable to say anything.

After all, I was the one who misunderstood only watching the short story.

What stuck like a preconceived notion was my perception of the alchemist.

As an alchemist, Morphine was not a misbehaved, rude, ignorant person.

He was just a son who threw away his pride to do anything for his mother.

“sorry. I’m sorry, senior.”

Morphine bowed her head and apologized.

Next to him, Delia was patting his shoulder while shedding tears.

For me too, the emotions of the moment have long since disappeared.

Rather, he was ashamed of himself for easily judging his decision.

And I felt sorry for morphine, which he must have lived in anxiety and suffering for years.

But aside from this back story, there was something Morphine needed to know.

I spat out the words that I struggled to organize.

“… morphine. okay. I will accept your apology. I knew full well that your situation was so urgent. But there’s one thing you should know. Potion making is not made simply by knowing the recipe and proportions. You, have you ever tried to make a potion?”

“… Yes.”

It was as expected.

Morphine, who found out that the price of the potion was much higher than the cost of the ingredients, would of course have tried to make the potion himself.

Even if it’s not my potion, my mother needs it.

“It probably didn’t go well. Even though I did it as it is known in the market. You would have thought it was a matter of proportion. So you must have asked me to tell you the ratio. Especially since my potions have different performance. that’s right?”

“… you’re right.”

“That idea is half right and half wrong. Contrary to what you thought, the fact that you couldn’t make a potion wasn’t a matter of proportion. Of course proportions matter too. Because they make potions with different performance. But there are other fundamental problems.”

It was an important story to correct the wrong common sense of morphine.

“Magic circuits exist everywhere. Humans, monsters, weapons and armor, various magic tools… . And the same goes for the materials used to make magic tools.”

This was actually an extension of the explanation Morphine was going to continue before asking for it.

I explained slowly, making eye contact with both Morphine and Delia.

“The key to making potions is to deeply respond to the magic circuits between these ingredients, and to naturally connect these circuits with the person who uses alchemy magic. You can’t make a magic tool if neither of the two things go smoothly. This is a really important mechanism. Even if you know how to dig efficiently, it’s all useless if you don’t have a shovel to dig and don’t know where to dig. So even if I teach you the specific recipe and ratio, it means that you can’t make my potion now. Do you understand?”

“ah… !”

Morphine’s eyes widened as if he were hearing a whole new story.

Perhaps you have clearly found the reason for your failure in the meantime.

And he must have realized how stupid his request to teach the manufacturing ratio was.

Delia nodded lightly and listened to the story.

She is the daughter of Professor Bluecliffe, who specializes in magic circuits.

It was probably something you knew enough about.

“That’s why potion making is an area that starts in the third year. What kind of potion can kids who can’t even use alchemy magic properly make? So, in the first and second years, I focus on the theory and alchemy magic, while fully preparing for the future production practice.”

I don’t think it’s something I would say as a sophomore, but it was possible because I had already completed a lot of prior learning before entering the academy.

Before entering the academy, Morphine, who had no knowledge at all, prioritized improving her proficiency in alchemy magic.

If you try to make a potion without even alchemy magic being fully matured, it is only natural that an incomplete result will come out.

Even if you know the theory, if you can’t make it in practice, you can’t make magic tools.

I put my head on my head for a while in the swarming tiredness.

Not smoking for a long time was also affecting my physical condition.

“ha… Let’s stop talking about this, and let’s go back today. It’s time to close the studio soon.”

“All right.”

“yes… ”

I spent too much emotion in one day.

There were many things to think about, and problems to ponder.

After getting ready to go out, I opened the studio door.

Delia was the first to get ready and went outside, followed by Morphine as she was about to leave.

“morphine.”

I stopped Morphine, who was about to leave.

He handed over a vial that shimmered in deep red.

“receive.”

“this… ?”

[Intermediate Stamina Potion]

-Type: Potion

-Producer: Sacher Philippe

– Intermediate health potion that can heal injuries and quickly recover internal injuries. The effect is very good.

“It’s an intermediate potion. It would be nice if I could be cured with it, but after hearing it, I don’t think it’s going to work with stamina potions. Give it to your mother and tell me how effective it is. I think I need to do some research.”

“… … !”

In an instant, Morphine’s face was covered with an indescribable emotion.

I’m not giving this to you to see a face like that.

I was worried that I might hurt my pride, but that was unfounded.

I hope this guy returns to the original morphine I knew soon.

“I… ”

“It’s not just giving, so don’t say bullsh*t that you won’t get it if you give it out of sympathy. Pay me back later.”

Morphine, who was about to say something, was cut off hastily.

At least, I would say thank you or sorry, lengthy, obvious words.

I patted Morphine on the shoulder a few times and left the workshop.

“It’s traumatic.”

Saying the words I hate the most to myself.