As you go down the road, it stinks of iron rust.
　Ray knew enough about what it was.
　It's only natural that I've been exposed to so many times... that I've been exposed to so much of the smell that I'm afraid it's going to soak my body.
　The man with the spear had run, and Zarroost had the effect of running after him, so that he could move straight to that point without avoiding people.
　The fact that there were not many people in the daytime may have had an effect.
　Continuing to run, Ray immediately arrives at a crowded place.

"Oh!? Who is it?

　One of the people gathered there noticed Ray approaching and immediately screamed.
　He had a dagger in his hand, but his hand trembled and he was obviously never trained properly, considering his lack of posture.
　Still, the person in front of me is wearing a robe and hood, trying to protect their boss from suspicious opponents... until I finally realize that Seto is standing behind Ray.
　And once Sett knew him, it was only natural that he recognized Ray as the man in the robe he was Ray.

"Rae, Ray!"
"Oh, ... August?"
"... this way,"

　The man who tells him to make room for those around him.
　Entering the empty space, Ray saw Augusto bleeding from his stomach.
　It is obvious that the spear was thrust at me, and there is a pool of blood on the ground.

(The blood on the tip of the spear... was August's, after all?)

　With that in mind, I turn to the person who is treating August's wounds.
　There was a figure of a monkey beast I had seen before.

"What do you think?"
"Oh, Mr. Ray..."

　When I muttered a word, the monkey beasts shook their heads gently.

"My internal organs..."

　If the man who attacked August had a long sword, it might have been good.
　But the weapon he was using was a spear, and he stabbed August in the stomach.
　If I was lucky, I might have slipped through my internal organs... but unfortunately, I couldn't expect such good luck this time.

"At this rate..."

　Monkey beasts mutter sadly, and the people around them express their sorrow.

"Well... I'm sorry, Mr. Ray." I'm showing you how disgraceful I am..."
"...the one who tried to kill you has been caught." You can ask about it later."
"Phew, you know, I'm afraid I don't have time like that..."
"Shut up,"

　Ray interrupts August's words.
　Ray opens his mouth regardless of some of the people around him who say goodbye.

"What about the potions?"

　One of the men nearby shook his head at the remark.

"Gosh's level of alchemy is not high. We don't sell enough parts to cure such serious injuries. If you have...
"Elema's, sir,"

　He nods at the remark.

"And there's no way that Dallidra will give up her portion to heal Auguste's wounds. No, maybe...

　The man's halting of his words was probably to say that the man who attacked Auguste was in the hands of the Elema trade.

"Wait, calm down,"

　Stopping the man who was about to say a decisive word, Ray turned to Augusto again... and took a portion out of the mistling.
　The bottles containing the portions showed that they were of such high quality that you couldn't buy them in Gorsuch.
　Finely decorated ornaments and sculptures, even though they are used for containing portions.
　The part that makes Ray even look like a kind of work of art came from Azimov.
　Of course, it was a reasonably priced portion, but it was one of Ray's collections because it was a magic item useful in battle, so I put it in the mystery ring just in case...

(Well, I rarely get hurt.)

　Ray's fighting ability is so high that he emphasizes avoidance rather than enduring enemy attacks.
　There is also a death-size protective device or a dragon lobe that is called dragon robes.
　Of course, it was clear that Ray had been damaged so far that not all attacks could be avoided by itself.
　I was going to use it at that time, but I decided that I should use it now, so I opened the lid of the lotion...

(Huh? What should I do if I hurt my internal organs? Should I put it on my internal organs? No, in this case...)

　Ray was at a loss for a moment about how to use it, but decided that the most effective thing for the potion was to make it drink, and took it to the mouth of Auguste lying on the pool of blood.
　Auguste must have realized what Ray was going to do. I tried to tell him to stop it because it was useless, but... Regardless of that August, Ray forced a bottle of water into his mouth and poured the liquid in it.
　The portion naturally goes into Augusto's mouth, and the suffocating Augusto swallows the strangely unsavory liquid in his mouth... which seems to destroy his taste.

"Oh, my gosh!"

　Although Augusto almost coughs, Ray forces his hand to block his mouth so that he won't spit out his portion.

(Is it because of the strange part of the potion or the taste of it?)

　The fact that the portion is bad...and that for a few days it's bad enough to leave a problem with your taste is the truth that you can't change it as bad as the goblin meat.
　...though Ray is trying to do something about the meat of the goblin.

(I think you really need to make a part made from drops of world trees.)

　I don't think I need that much of a potion, but I think it's better to have one or two powerful potions in case of emergency.
　If it's a part that can heal a certain amount of wounds, guillem is a little expensive, but it's not impossible to get it.
　"However, I could not say that it was a serious injury like the one that pierced my internal organs this time, and I could not easily recover from the parts I sold there."

"Oh, hey! Look at Augusto's wound!"

　One of them, watching Ray's conversation, suddenly looks at August and screams.
　It was a scene in which the wound on the abdomen pierced by the spear was automatically healed.
　I'm glad it's healed, but from the perspective of it, what can be called rapid regeneration is even slightly disgusting.
　But the reason why everyone didn't feel sick is because they understand that the wound is healing is August and the reason they are recovering is because they understand that it's obviously high quality.

`Gurgling!'

　The recovering August is groaning as if to endure something.
　The people around him were all staring silently at him... and after a few minutes the groan from his mouth suddenly disappeared.

『……』

　And while everyone is watching, breathtakingly... he suddenly raises his upper body from the state of his Augusto lying down.
　It's not a gesture of lack of strength, it's a force that doesn't make you feel the effects of an injury.

"What?"

　That's probably why. That's what everybody said.
　A man who, until only a few minutes ago, was supposed to die, rose up so easily.

"Well... what?"

　And the most confusing thing was Augusto himself.
　Get up and look around and touch your stomach, which was just spears.
　There's nothing there that can be called a wound.

"I think I was... dying."

　You can't believe what happened to you. turn one's eyes to the ground on which one is sittingWhat is there is a pool of blood that should have flowed from my body.
　Having that pool of blood, it's never a dream that I was dying.

"It's a lotion."

　Ray calls out to the confused August.
　What I have in my hand is a bottle containing a portion.
　When I saw it, I thought I was forced to drink the potion while dying, so Auguste reflexively held her tongue... no, hold her mouth.
　I wonder what my current taste buds are like... even the word "poor taste" may have reminded me of the warm taste of the portion.

"Oh, oh, oh, thank you..."

　Still, he understood that his taste buds had become dull, but he was able to put up with them and say thank you to Ray because he knew that what he had used was a very valuable part.
　Daridra, who owns Elema's business, would not be able to afford Augusto, which is far short of Elema's.
　In fact, Ray received it from Azimov -- thank you for the material of Seto -- but when it comes to buying it, it's worthwhile not to buy it with gold or silver coins.

"Don't worry. If your landlord dies, you'll be in trouble. Besides, you won't be able to eat delicious food."

　The latter seemed more focused, but Auguste bowed to Ray again.
　All of a sudden, one of the people around me muttered, watching such an August.

"But what is this... it's like I'm only targeting Augusto..."
"I know. Who has a grudge against Mr. Auguste?"
"There's only one,"

　Since Augusto is well known as a honest dealer, it is very limited to those who resent his character.
　And the head of the group who has a grudge against Augusto...

"Daridra".

　I wonder who said the word.
　Ray couldn't figure it out, but the moment Daridra's name comes out, the eyes of those around her become grim.

"Yes, I don't have to wonder who made Mr. Auguste go through this."
"Not at all. It's definitely Dari Dora who hates you the most right now."
"d*mn it, because of the large size of the Elema business,"
"I'll never forgive you... I'll never forgive you!"

　Those around Auguste spins words in frustration.
　Dharidra has repeatedly sabotaged me.
　But the recent obstruction, rather than calling it obstruction, has come to take August's life.
　He lends a sandboat to a bandit to aim at Augusto's business, and if it fails, he comes to kill Augusto directly.
　People around him couldn't forgive him because he adored August.
　If things go on like this, they could run wild and even beat up Elema.
　With such fear, Augusto hurriedly opens his mouth.

"Wait a minute! This is not the ... work of Dari Dora in Elima!"
"But, Mr. Auguste..."

　One of the men around Auguste tries to answer back discontentedly.
　But Augusto opens his mouth to calm him down.

"Calm down, please. ...it's not clear whether this is really what Dalidra did in the first place. I don't have any evidence."
"...is the proof not this man?"

　With the voice a man's body is thrown to the ground.

"Mr. Zarroost, he!"

　One of the men around me screams at Zaroust, who appears.
　It's only natural that it was the man who attacked Auguste who was unconscious now.

"Well, it wasn't me, it was Ray,"

　Zarroost, shrugging his shoulders, says as he looks at Ray.
　All the attention was on Ray, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"At any rate, I can't give it to the guard to hear why he attacked me."

　It was Augusto who told me so.
　We couldn't act rashly, considering that all the bandits who attacked us had been killed within the day we handed them over to the guards.
　But that doesn't make me think I can pull information from a man who is unconscious.
　What should I do... Augusto, who was thinking about it, noticed people approaching him making a fuss?
　Is it another attack on me, like the man in front of me? I thought so for a moment, but it was actually different.

"Hurry up! Mr. Dalidra is attacked! Save me right away!"
"d*mn it! Who's going to do that!"
"Do you know! I'm in a hurry!"

　Talking like that, several men run away near Augusts.

"...daridra was attacked?"

　Augusto's voice was so dumbfounded.