After killing that Demon Wolf, they played for two more days before going back.
This time Eleazar learned his lesson and chose a point in time when he was unlikely to receive an assignment to report.
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"That's the important thing you have to say?"
The Bishop of the district sitting in the bathtub was full of calm.
"I know, you can get out."
Tossing the Demon Wolf's horn, Witcher, who had gotten the expected result, then turned away in satisfaction.
Then he went back to the hotel room where the boundary had been put up long ago and continued to boil the herbs.
Next to the crucible that was churning with green bubbles, a head that didn't know what it was doing went over to it, winced at the volatile, highly toxic drug, and then poked its way back over when the irritation wore off...
Eleazar rushes up and rolls the quilt around, pushing the big white caterpillar into the corner.
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The next day, he barked out all sorts of precautions.
"Remember, take one for three days, don't crave it!"
At the station, Eleazar hands out a large bottle of Transcendence pills.
Transcendental Herbal Conjugate Tablets, something he used to eat regularly, contained toxicity and a small amount of Transcendental Activity.
To prevent a certain silly dragon who couldn't control his transcendent claim from picking up something to eat while he was gone, Eleazar turned up the recipe for the highly poisonous substance of the Green Grass Trial.
This extraordinary activity of taking life to digest not only satisfies the need but also prevents gluttony.
Carrying out a final embrace of goodbye, the Dragon Lady, whose emotions seemed to rise and fall greatly, couldn't help but just open her mouth that sprouted four sharp fangs, as if she wanted to leave a deep mark on him so that he wouldn't forget herself.
Eleazar blushed helplessly reaching out a hand to hold her chin, the other pressed down on the canopy, both hands firing at the same time, 'snapping~' the aggravated mouth shut before leaning in to kiss the cool cherry lips.
"Be good, stop it, I'll be back in six months at the most."
Clutching the vial of medicine, Luna took three steps back towards the compartment, her face full of dismay.
"Remember that, and study hard when you get back!"
Eleazar waved his hand and watched with tenderness as the sad face, plastered on the glass, was slowly taken away by the train pulling out of the platform.
After sending the woman back to her mother's house, once all contact was severed, what he was prepared to do next was definitely beyond anyone's expectations.
First, the number of holy crystals was reconfirmed.
4 ?? + 10 ?? for a total of 150 servings of divine energy.
Days of freedom of movement: 150
Days of suffering: 300
"We'll work out how to get you killed when we get back!"
Looking at the damn cursed armor, Eleazar muttered darkly.
Though the total was close to a year, Eleazar knew that the journey would never be as smooth as he thought it would be, and if he ran into unexpected circumstances, he would certainly have to be infused with holy light to release his body from its limitations.
A compromise, half a year's worth of time to set out for Ruin, to find the warlock and the witch.
Thinking of those two soulful faces, Eleazar lowered his head and made his way to another platform to wait for the train.
From now on, he would keep track of each day's loss of holy light...
And after this sneak back, you may never get out again.
With a defensive priesthood staff, surely they wouldn't just ration him holy crystals like that again.
Perhaps there were already some people in the church who knew that he was secretly saving this, but they would never have thought that they would be so bold as to travel directly overseas.
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Eleazar is back in that Silvermoon harbor of sad partings.
First, inquire thoroughly about the route.
He didn't have the ability of spatial teleportation, so if he was unfortunate enough to be lost at sea, it would be a complete game over.
He was never sloppy when it came to things that mattered to his life and then spent three days mingling in the various bars on the docks before he finally figured something out.
That is, there are no flights to Rouen over here at all!
Or rather, that country where the entrance and exit are perennially blocked by swirling seas, and where only a very small number of veteran captains know the safe routes to enter.
All Eleazar could do to find these people was to put on his mind ring and find them one by one and question them with mind hints.
"Crossing the swirling seas is certain death, no more advanced ship can resist the suction from the deep!" "Ah~ that place, that sea used to have a period of calm every few years, uh~ that's the only route we took to get back and forth, ah... Do you mean the charts? I sold that thing a long time ago because I'm not going back to that barbaric place."
"When did you say the calm period of the Whirlpool Sea? Haha! This question is just like a woman's mood, for with the drastic climate changes, those laws have long since become elusive, and the last time I went to trade in Ruen, I waited for a good half a year without waiting for the sea to calm down, and in the end, the whole shipment rotted in my hands."
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Recently there have been tales of ghosts in the docks, and I've heard that one captain after another has been hit.
The people in the tavern were talking, but it didn't even occur to anyone that the apparition was sitting not far from them.
"How did this happen ....."
After inquiring with the old captains, Eleazar sits in the tavern a bit dispirited.
The entrance and exit of that part of Rune were shrouded by a vast, endless expanse of horrific cataclysm, a natural barrier of uncountable giant whirlpools called the Whirlpool Seas as if caused by transcendent forces left over from previous battles of the Seamounts.
Affected by climate change, the only period of calm that could be accessed had also become elusive, and that place was expected to have few transcendental channels to even get in, and ordinary means of navigation were even more impossible.
The current level of navigation simply can't be crossed anyway, and the few previous histories of sailing were made up of mariners who caught a calm period and slipped in, and then most of the population over there was made up of these crews who couldn't come back.
Eleazar took another silent gulp of wine.
He knew that if he went to the druid in hiding, there had to be a way in.
It's just that he didn't say yes when they invited him in good faith before, and now that he's in trouble he's going to the door to ask for help, and maybe he's using it as blackmail again.
Having the church one was enough, he didn't want another shackle of bondage on him.
After a long contemplation, while pouring bad wine, Eleazar made up his mind.
He decided to take a look for himself!
Even if you can't get into that country to visit your beloved, try until you can't walk at all!
Deciding on his intentions, Eleazar stood up silently.
The charts are there, but you can't read them yourself, and then you still need a boat and the knowledge to do so.
Looking over his not-so-wealthy assets, Eleazar muses for a moment.
The next day he went to inquire about the sale of ships, training, routes, and the like.
These organizations were varied and complex, and it was costly and time-consuming to find them separately, one by one, it was only after using a mind-suggestion spell to gain access to a rich man's ship's club that it was completely solved once and for all.
A veteran club ship coach, enthusiastically describing his course.
"Adventure boat, designed for those who do not consider the cargo of sailing enthusiasts long distance across the sea tour, simple operation, as long as you can read the instrumentation, distinguish the direction, have a basic knowledge of navigation can go out to sea, the course contains a variety of emergency training, training 30 days, inclusive of teaching!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Eleazar absently picked up his black tea.
"30,000 for the course, huh?"
The coach, who thought he was upset about the cost, compensated by saying, "That's a very good price!"
Eleazar, however, looked up faintly and said, "Three hundred thousand dollars, and how soon can you finish those de-escalation training courses of yours?"
That middle-aged coach's mouth fell open, and then he stood up violently.
"One week, I'm pouring it on!"