"Meow!!!"
The black cat, lying on its back in the kitchen, wagging its tail, suddenly braced itself and jumped out of the window in a single bound.
"Where are you going, Black Ball?"
Finnian poked his head out and saw the black cat striding across the garden on all fours at a rapid pace that was as fast as a bolt of black lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the doorway before leaping high into the air and pouncing into a man's arms.
"Eleazar-san...?"
Finnian blushed a little in shock and wiped his hands on his apron as he walked quickly out to greet them.
Holding the black cat, who was pouting and rolling out of his belly in his arms, Eleazar stroked his fur lovingly.
"I'm sorry for leaving you here."
"Fellow Eleazar, are you released by the Church!"
Then rushed out Finnian, his face full of joy, and asked.
It seems that the Church has not spread the word about the Witch and the Warlock's escape.
Eleazar pauses for a moment and nods with a small smile.
"Well, from now on, your brother and I are officially coworkers."
"Wow!"
Finnian lets out an exclamation of admiration.
Then he went into the mansion to be his guest for a while and explained to him in detail the rank of prisoners in the church.
"So, if I'm caught, I'll get a second-class guard?"
"It depends on the ritual of your transformation, what has been done, and the repercussions it will have later on."
Eleazar glanced at him, "You better not hold your breath."
After chatting for a while, Knight-kun, who returned later, stepped through the door and a face darkened.
"You guys have the nerve to come to my place! You've screwed me over!!!"
Eleazar hugged the black cat and said absently, "Making a lot of money always involves a little risk~"
"You fart!!!"
Fintan clenched his fists in anger, "I treat you like a friend and you're making me take the fall!"
"Okay, okay, don't be so angry~"
Eleazar waved his hand, "At most, I'll share a little more of your favor the next time we hunt together."
"Hmph!" Fintan clasped his hands together in exasperation.
"I'm not going to fall for this again, don't try to bribe me again!"
"Brother..."
Finnian quietly reached out and pulled him.
Fintan deflated at once, glancing hopelessly at his brother.
"Okay, that's what you said!"
"I'll forgive you one more time!"
Eleazar smiled looked at him and asked, "How's it going, has anything big happened lately?"
The big thing these days is that those two women of yours...
Fintan muttered darkly before speaking:
"No. It's rare for anything transcendent to happen over here."
"It's rather the kidnappings, the murders, the normal criminal investigation cases that are a bit more involved, and they don't usually involve the mystical realm."
After coming over as a coworker to greet the knight and lead Fina's enchanter away, Eleazar made his way slowly back to his rental.
Instead of rushing to report to Her Highness, the Head-Qishi Saint of the North, he took on a new identity and met up with those who had covered their tracks in the old days.
"Hey, long time no see~"
Dr. Robert craned his head at the sound of voices in the infirmary at St. Warbler's Academy.
Looking at Eleazar, who stood in the doorway, he didn't have the heart to say:
"You guy, you disappeared for so long that I wondered if you had been discovered by the church to have run away!"
"Come on, where's that magic potion you promised me!"
Eleazar looks around and unlocks the infirmary door.
Coming to a table, he gathered himself and said slowly:
"You guessed one thing right."
Watching him pour over the tabletop, Robert said uneasily, "No way, you're getting ready to make a run for it, huh?"
"No, I've been discovered by the Church."
Eleazar looked at the space crystal spitting out of his hand.
Half-embedded in a diamond-shaped piece of metal, that's why it was stowed away in his body, his entire body.
It was hidden to avoid church scrutiny, but that's no longer necessary.
Finding a random piece of string and stringing it together, Eleazar hung the dark golden crystal mixed with a metallic glow around her neck.
"Ha, you're making excuses to delay my magic potion again!"
Robert thought he was joking with himself as usual.
Then it was suddenly realized that crucibles appeared out of nowhere on the table, along with an assortment of materials, neatly arranged one by one.
It looked like it was ready to configure the magic potion on the spot.
Robert's smile faded, "Are you serious?"
Eleazar looked back strangely.
"Haven't you been clamoring for magic potions before?"
"Anyway, I don't have to hide anymore, so by the way, let's settle our agreement."
Robert's face fell silent.
"Did you get caught by the Church?"
"Uh-huh."
"What's your sequence, keeping the appointment that well?"
"Witcher."
Robert looked up in thought and said regretfully, "Never heard of it..."
"Is it a rank related to some kind of contract?"
"No, that's a habit I learned from another person..."
Eleazar closed his eyes and thought back, "When you promise something, you do it!"
"That's what she said..."
Robert looked a little puzzled at Witcher, who had fallen into a state of sadness, and then his eyes went back to the Crucible.
"Hey, the water's boiling..."
"Oooooh!"
Eleazar looked back and twisted up a few pieces of silver leaf grass and casually sprinkled them.
"So casual..."
Robert's voice weakened a fraction.
"It's just a 2nd order magic potion." Eleazar turned back and smiled.
"The requirements are rather less precise than for potions, and the material is slightly too much or too little to affect the final result unless it's put in the wrong material."
Completely disagreeing with this statement, Robert sank his face, "But you can't deny that precisely configured potions work more effectively!"
"Yes, that's right."
Eleazar shrugged, "But I generally drink my medicine casually, so the boil is rather crude."
"So wild?"
"Dare you name your potential for this sequence?"
As Robert envisioned it, a sequence that casually trashed physical potential as he did must not grow as well as it could.
Eleazar couldn't bear to strike at the 0th-level herbalist who couldn't even put together a magic potion ritual.
"1st order, average."
"Hmph, I told you so!"
Finally adding a Thorn Algae seed, Eleazar stirs the potion, then picks up the crucible to bottle the magic potion.
"Okay, your
Watching the man hold the crystal vial as if it were a treasure, Eleazar asked curiously as she cleared the table:
"I find it quite strange, that you can't leave the area, so what's the point of having the
"You don't understand!" Robert looked up, "Being assigned to a place of activity is tied to your ability, now I can finally go apply to go somewhere else, woo hoo hoo..."
"Isn't it nice to sit here and look at beautiful women?"
"Good shit, I'm going to go breathe nature's air!"
Robert cheerfully gathered his things before he remembered something in general and looked up to ask:
"By the way, what rank are you, you're not zoned for security here, are you?"
Eleazar shrugs, "Level 1, free action."
"..."
"Just caught and classified as level 1?"
Robert pondered for a moment and looked up with a surprised face, "You're a Sequence of the Order-Keeping camp aren't you, then you didn't even have to hide before, what were you thinking?"