Wock's words that he had already sent the requested portion from Goltz made him wonder what Ray felt...

(Perhaps a thief or something has killed him. Or a monster? There are usually goblin monsters around here, too.

　Of course, there is a possibility that Wock is telling a lie.
　But if he did so, Wock's reputation would go downhill later when it was known.
　I don't think I'd do such a thing without any benefit.
　Even more so, considering that what you were asked for was a special part where you could only make a wack around here, that feeling becomes even stronger.

"A thief?"
"...the thief? No, but..."

　It wasn't Wock... it was Welthus, the guard, who responded to Ray's words.
　As a security guard, he will be sensitive to the story of bandits.

"I haven't heard of any burglars around here recently. Of course, there's no one to survive, and there's a possibility that the bandits themselves are unknown."
"It's quite a long way from Somis to Goltz, and there's no small possibility that you've been attacked by a thief away from Somis. ... But it's a thief? You have to know where you are."

　Robbery is a formidable opponent for ordinary merchants.
　That's definitely the kind of person you don't want to encounter if you can.
　However, Ray, who is often referred to as a bandit eater by thieves, is even very welcome to the existence of thieves.
　If you defeat a thief, travelers and merchants will be saved, and Ray will be able to take possession of the treasure that the thief had accumulated, and if you capture the thief alive, you will be able to sell him off as a slave.
　In fact, for Ray, robbers have no place to throw them away.
　...however, since so many people have been injured by Ray's overthrow, we cannot openly rejoice at the advent of the bandits.

(And in this case, I don't know where the thieves are. Then, is it a little difficult to hunt for them?)

　With a little regret, Ray pulls out materials from Mistyling to make a special portion.
　When Wock sees the material, he seems to be skilled -- at least more than the alchemist in Goltz -- and takes a good look at Ray'
　Wock had a light or easygoing personality, but he had a strict eye for materials.
　But... the material he received at the magic item store in Goltz was satisfactory enough for Wock, and he eventually opened his mouth with a satisfied smile as he looked at Ray.

"Yes, yes. ... no problem with any material." ... Then I'll go make some portions, so wait a minute."
"How long do you want me to wait for you? Do I need to stay at a hotel?"

　I was supposed to leave the golts tomorrow, but if it still takes time to make the potions, the worst-case scenario might be the day after tomorrow.
　Ray asked, thinking that way.

"Oh, no. It won't take much time. It'll be ready soon."
"...what?"

　That's an unexpected remark for Ray, too.
　It was a special part, and I was told that I could only make woks around here, so I thought it would take a few hours... maybe even a night.
　But it was impossible not to be surprised because they said they could do it right away.
　Seeing Ray like that, he must have understood what he was surprised at. Wock opens his mouth with a smile.

"It doesn't take time to make it, just because it's a special part. It takes the most precise magical manipulation when you do alchemy. At least the part that you're trying to make this time. And the speciality of the ingredients in making the part has something to do with it."

　Saying so, Wock picks up the roots of some kind of dried plant that Ray has taken out of the mistling.

"This is a rather unusual material. It takes a special process to use it as a part material..."
"Oh, that's good. The explanation is good. Hurry up and start making the portion."

　It was Welzas who interrupted Wock.
　Being acquainted with the same town, Welzas knew that if Wock started explaining something, it would be quite long.
　That's why we took this action to avoid it.
　However, it was not because of Ray's desire to get a special part quickly, but because of Wellesse's reluctance to hear difficult stories about alchemy.

"Really? Well... I can't help it. I'm going to make a portion for now."

　Saying so, Wock heads to the back room with the material.
　Werzas let out a sigh of relief as he saw her back.
　What's the matter? Ray tried to ask, but before that Welzas spoke.

"First of all, I'll be free until I get my portion ready, and I'll buy you whatever food you wanted to eat in this town.
"For the time being, will this be enough?"

　hand over a piece of gold from a mistling

"No, there's too much. I don't need so much. If you have two silver coins, you'
"Really? Well, if you like it, can you buy it later?"

　Instead of gold coins, they take out silver coins and hand them over to Wellsas.
　Welzas, receiving it, leaves the workshop.

"I don't think you have to hurry so much... Is there anything? It doesn't look like that."

　Ray's muttering voice echoes through the workshop.
　But Ray is the only one already here.
　That being the case, no one responds to Ray's muttering.

(But... can I leave you here alone? Of course, I'm not going to do anything.)

　Looking around him, Ray is dumbfounded by Wock's carelessness.
　If Ray is a bad guy, the empty alchemist's workshop is nothing but a treasure trove.
　That may mean he believes in Ray, but it's questionable for him to be so trusted by someone he's just met.

(Is it the type who says that if you just concentrate on one thing, you don't care about anything else? That's what I've been saying.)

　Thinking about Wock, Ray looks around the studio... one of the places he could call his office.
　It was probably to explain to visitors what magic items they were making: there were shelves near the walls and various magic items on them.
　However, there were many magic items that I could not understand how Ray works just by looking at them at first glance.
　In particular, I even think that what seems to be a wooden doll is not a magic item, but just a doll.

"What is this...?"

　There's nothing to answer, even if you mutter so, as long as there's only Ray here.
　That doesn't mean he's willing to reach for the magic item, and Ray turns to another magic item.
　The next thing I saw was decorations such as rings and necklaces, which gave me the impression that they were also magic items.
　However, I have read in a book in the library that some of these magic items are neck-tightening necklaces worn to curse the other person.
　That's more than a wooden doll would want to touch before you hear the explanation."Huh?"

　Looking at the magic items on the shelf, Ray suddenly noticed signs of approaching this workshop.
　The place where the workshop is located is not very crowded.
　However, as long as he doesn't feel any hostility, he decides he's not an enemy and continues to appreciate magic items.

"Come on, come on! Come on, Master!? There's a Gryphon on the outside. What the hell is that!"

　As she screams, a woman of her late teens appears.
　Ray could understand that the expression of impatience or excitement was from seeing Sett near the workshop.

"Master, master, master!"

　A flustered woman looks around the studio before she notices Ray in the studio.

"Well... sir?"
"That's how it feels. And I think you can't hear it even if you're making such a fuss because you're making a special part for me now."

　At Ray's words, the woman mumbled, 'Ah...' and pressed her face.
　Judging from the appearance, Ray decides that Wock is no doubt a female teacher.
　But in front of Ray's eyes, the woman glances at him and opens her mouth, as if she had noticed something.

"Wait a minute, sir, that your master is making a portion and you are here... the Gryphon out there, by any chance..."
"Oh, it's my devil set,"
"Well, I wonder if you could give me some of the material for the Gryphon."

　Put your face closer to Ray... and the woman screams at such a distance that if you get a little closer, you can kiss him.
　From such a woman Ray shakes his head slightly away.

"I'm sorry, but I don't mean to. If you do that, many different people will flock to Seto."
"Well..."

　She looks at Ray with a deep regret, but suddenly, her eyes wet.

"Please, will you manage to give me the material of the Gryphon asked.
"Even if you say so..."
"Let it go, Fremena,"

　Ray was at a loss how to say no, but suddenly he heard a voice like that in the studio.
　Ray turned his eyes to the voice, and there was a wack holding a container of dark green portions.

"Master! But it's a glyphon!? I can do anything to get that material!"
"You know, a girl shouldn't say such a thing. ... Huh? What about Wellsas?"

　Realizing that there are no guards left here, Ray opens his mouth, keeping a woman called Fremena out of sight.

"I'm going to ask you to buy me some food. I'm on the errand."
"...I honestly don't think you should send a security guard on an errand. Well, for the time being, this is the promised portion. I'll get the material, as it was written in the letter."

　When Ray was told so, he had nothing in particular to complain about.
　As a result of probably being attacked by thieves, there were no special parts.
　But that's not to say Wock did anything.
　With Wock doing his job well, it was only natural that if he asked for additional work, he would be rewarded again.
　However, it wasn't that hard work for Wock, so I compromised on just getting the material I had left.

"Okay, so is that the part I'm going to take?"
"Oh, ... Fremena, you'd better take a good look."

　As she tells him so, Fremena casts a questioning glance.
　But regardless of his gaze, Wock hands Ray a portion.
　The next moment... the portion in the mistling had completely disappeared from Ray's hand.

"What?"

　Fremena's slightly stupid voice echoes through the studio.

"Well, magic bags?"
"Oh... no,"

　Wock shook his head in amazement.

"Fremena, why don't you look at other things, too, and not just alchemy study? Ray... It's a famous story that he has a crimson nickname and an item box?"
"Well... well... well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well!"

　Fremena's mouth rings with astonishment, perhaps because she really didn't know Ray had an item box.
　His voice, of course, echoed outside the workshop... and Welzas, who had bought all kinds of food, came into the workshop half dumbfounded.