Chapter 264: - a person who looks on one's side
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"Who the hell let you in here without permission?
When I opened the door, I was greeted by a deafening voice.
There, Riharzam and the other apprentices of the former armory were looking at us.
I vaguely remember their names, but I think they were Torteke, Sabasa, and Sukini.
─ ─ In reality, I believe that they have been listed as missing ever since the building of the association was attacked by Armor Salmon and collapsed. I heard that they still haven't even found her body.
I remember such a thing and I can't help but make a subtle face.
Apparently, he was in the process of smelting.
Several scrolls are floating in the air, and alchemical materials and tools are lined up in each hand.
However, from my eyes, which I take pride in my knowledge as an alchemist, it looks very strange.
The magic circuits glimpsed from the scrolls are distorted in some parts, and the placement and usage of the materials and instruments are not right.
I'm sure it's not possible to make a good alchemy like that. Even if it's Rehalzam's place, he wouldn't have made a good alchemy like that, no matter how hard he tries.
As I was frowning, Riharzam, who had been making some noisy noises earlier, approached me, his stomach shaking with a thump.
He stretched out his arms and grabbed me.
I move lightly to the side, dodge his arm, and grab the sleeve of his outstretched arm.
I pull the sleeve with a little force in the direction in which Riharzam's body flows.
Riharzam's foot steps out as if he staggered.
He kicks it with his toe, as if he is going to brush it off where it reaches the ground.
If it had been me before, Riharzam would have grabbed me.
Right in front of my eyes, as I'm thinking about this, Riharzam's huge body makes a loud thud and falls down.
Toltecs who were watching this are making some kind of noise.
Strangely enough, I can't hear what they are talking about.
I leave them alone. There was one person in the back of the room whom I had not noticed earlier.
"Is that him, Gern?"
It is a familiar face from the memory I have inherited from the sorcerer. He is ostensibly the vice president of the Armorer's Association, a client of the Armorer's Department.
He was looking at us from the corner of the room with a blank expression on his face.
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"Who the hell let you in here without permission?
When I opened the door, I was greeted by a deafening voice.
There, Riharzam and the other apprentices of the former armory were looking at us.
I vaguely remember their names, but I think they were Torteke, Sabasa, and Sukini.
─ ─ In reality, I believe that they have been listed as missing ever since the building of the association was attacked by Armor Salmon and collapsed. I heard that they still haven't even found her body.
I remember such a thing and I can't help but make a subtle face.
Apparently, he was in the process of smelting.
Several scrolls are floating in the air, and alchemical materials and tools are lined up in each hand.
However, from my eyes, which I take pride in my knowledge as an alchemist, it looks very strange.
The magic circuits glimpsed from the scrolls are distorted in some parts, and the placement and usage of the materials and instruments are not right.
I'm sure it's not possible to make a good alchemy like that. Even if it's Rehalzam's place, he wouldn't have made a good alchemy like that, no matter how hard he tries.
As I was frowning, Riharzam, who had been making some noisy noises earlier, approached me, his stomach shaking with a thump.
He stretched out his arms and grabbed me.
I move lightly to the side, dodge his arm, and grab the sleeve of his outstretched arm.
I pull the sleeve with a little force in the direction in which Riharzam's body flows.
Riharzam's foot steps out as if he staggered.
He kicks it with his toe, as if he is going to brush it off where it reaches the ground.
If it had been me before, Riharzam would have grabbed me.
Right in front of my eyes, as I'm thinking about this, Riharzam's huge body makes a loud thud and falls down.
Toltecs who were watching this are making some kind of noise.
Strangely enough, I can't hear what they are talking about.
I leave them alone. There was one person in the back of the room whom I had not noticed earlier.
"Is that him, Gern?"
It is a familiar face from the memory I have inherited from the sorcerer. He is ostensibly the vice president of the Armorer's Association, a client of the Armorer's Department.
He was looking at us from the corner of the room with a blank expression on his face.
"Who the hell let you in here without permission?When I opened the door, I was greeted by a deafening voice.There, Riharzam and the other apprentices of the former armory were looking at us.I vaguely remember their names, but I think they were Torteke, Sabasa, and Sukini. In reality, I believe that they have been listed as missing ever since the building of the association was attacked by Armor Salmon and collapsed. I heard that they still haven't even found her body.I remember such a thing and I can't help but make a subtle face.Apparently, he was in the process of smelting.Several scrolls are floating in the air, and alchemical materials and tools are lined up in each hand.However, from my eyes, which I take pride in my knowledge as an alchemist, it looks very strange.The magic circuits glimpsed from the scrolls are distorted in some parts, and the placement and usage of the materials and instruments are not right.I'm sure it's not possible to make a good alchemy like that. Even if it's Rehalzam's place, he wouldn't have made a good alchemy like that, no matter how hard he tries.As I was frowning, Riharzam, who had been making some noisy noises earlier, approached me, his stomach shaking with a thump.He stretched out his arms and grabbed me.I move lightly to the side, dodge his arm, and grab the sleeve of his outstretched arm.I pull the sleeve with a little force in the direction in which Riharzam's body flows.Riharzam's foot steps out as if he staggered.He kicks it with his toe, as if he is going to brush it off where it reaches the ground.If it had been me before, Riharzam would have grabbed me.Right in front of my eyes, as I'm thinking about this, Riharzam's huge body makes a loud thud and falls down.Toltecs who were watching this are making some kind of noise.Strangely enough, I can't hear what they are talking about.I leave them alone. There was one person in the back of the room whom I had not noticed earlier."Is that him, Gern?"It is a familiar face from the memory I have inherited from the sorcerer. He is ostensibly the vice president of the Armorer's Association, a client of the Armorer's Department.He was looking at us from the corner of the room with a blank expression on his face.
