The Merchant And The Alchemist's Gate の小説・ストーリー

"Then I will spend eternity earning you back. But first, you survive. Understood?" The door opened again, and the pack healer rushed in, a elderly woman named Magda. She took one look at me and paled. "Alpha, her vitals are critical. This is advanced wolfsbane poisoning mixed with something else. Something dark." "Dark?" Zack's entire body went rigid. "You mean dark magic?"

I was walking through the forest, lost in thought about the upcoming meeting with the Alpha princes, when a group of masked men suddenly appeared in front of me. My instincts told me to run, but I was too curious to see what they wanted. "Who are you?" I asked, my heart racing. "We have something you might be interested in," one of them said, holding up a small vial. I looked closer and saw that it was the medicine to wolf out, the one thing I had always wanted. "What do you want in return?" I asked, skeptical.

She hugged him then let him go. Alpha Marcus, Mathew, Jackson, and Oliver started running out of the pack boundaries, Marcus was leading them towards the council. After running for miles, they finally stopped in front of a huge gate. Marcus smirked, the guards of the council saw them. "Alpha Marcus, welcome back." They bowed down. It was his fear. "Open the door." He said. The guards opened the huge gate for him, and Marcus entered inside with his allies.

When everyone looked up, they realized what was happening, but I wasn't done yet. I cast the last spell, to put to an end to that war one and for all. "By the fire that bows to none, I claim the sky. Sun of wrath, Incendia Solis, burn the world beneath me!”

"All right, I'll wait here, my Aplhaku." As I followed Joshua's footsteps away, I accidentally saw the maid. She was carrying some fresh meat to the deck with Keenan. Ah, apparently the two of them are already familiar, as they are both humans on this ship. "This was sent by the male dove, the elf king said. So you better read it right away," Alesya said as she pushed a letter towards me. I opened the letter quickly, read it at a glance and didn't understand why the Elf King suddenly wanted me to come to his kingdom in Nirdewa Land as a guest. Then I looked at Joshua and Alesya and decided. They already knew without me having to say it.

“What is it we’re still waiting for?” Lucas put down the scabbard and returned to his chair at the table; his eyes hinted hesitation as he poured the teapot into his cup and sipped. “You must have an idea already … after our recent discussion with Merit.” Kael blinked, recalling what they had negotiated with the merchant the previous night. Then it made him recall he had not asked Lucas the purpose of giving Harith’s prized possession to an alchemist. “You’ve never told me about the disc.”

“Will you give her to the Fox if it means keeping her heart alive?” A heavy silence filled the air. Vincent’s hand clenched into a fist. “…Yes.” The shadows froze in place. Camela’s voice trembled as she spoke, “Vincent…” The Guardian’s lantern flared brightly. “Three truths spoken. The gate opens.” The gates creaked as they opened wide. On the other side lay not a pathway, but a dark river under a sky void of stars. A single boat drifted on the water, its sail made from red silk.

The merchant, confused but intrigued by the unfolding situation, inquired, "What are you suggesting?" Seraphina, ever the diplomat, stepped forward, "We'd like to propose a deal. In exchange for the medicine, young Altair here can work for you, and repay the debt." The merchant, considering the offer, looked the young lad up and down. "Alright, but he better not cause any trouble." Young Altair, gratitude evident in his eyes, nodded vigorously. "Thank you. I promise you won't regret this." As the agreement solidified, the marketplace began to dissolve, fading like mist in the morning sun. The sounds of bartering and chatter gave way to a haunting silence, leaving us in a void of darkness.

"What?" "We found another witness." Draven stood immediately. "Bring him." Minutes later, a frightened merchant entered and his hands trembled badly and then Draven studied him carefully. "Talk." The merchant swallowed. "I only carried messages." "What messages?" "Payments." Draven's eyes narrowed. "To whom?" The merchant hesitated. That was a mistake. The room suddenly felt dangerous and Draven took one step forward and the merchant nearly collapsed. "Answer." "I don't know the name."

“Um! Sorry about that…it's just you look like a healthy man. “The alchemist market. Know anything about it?” I grit glaring at him. “It's right there but you can't see it with your physical eyes. You have to take a herb to find out and we sell it here.” he says, his brown set of teeth revealing cockily. I'm not surprised. I was prepared for this. I give him money without arguing. He collects it with a smirk, walks inside and returns with a bottle. “Take this once you get to that signpost and you will see where to enter.”