I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

123.Dungeon, Explosion, Reward (1)

“Hmm.”

Acetic acid 70%, sulfur 16%, charcoal 14%.

Failure.

I drew a big X on the new formula I tried.

This is already the 13th failure.

Write. When will we be able to make good quality gunpowder?

Even if it’s not a gunpowder with strong explosive power, I want to manufacture gunpowder that can be used in old-fashioned firearms. If possible, use it in memorized form.

We are researching the manufacture of gunpowder by changing the ratio in a pre-made laboratory, but the results are not satisfactory. I think the material itself is correct. At this rate, I wouldn’t be able to finish the gunpowder test on the day I was supposed to start exploring the dungeon.

Should I just buy it?

But the price of gunpowder is getting more expensive.

If possible, it’s better to be able to make it on your own so you can utilize your skills. High-quality gunpowder is controlled nationally, making it difficult to purchase in bulk. So, I had no choice but to experiment and make it like this.

As long as you find the optimal mixture, you can make gunpowder in an instant using your production skills.

This is the best advantage of my skill. If I can make it myself, I can skip the production process with my skills.

It is a skill that can be created in a matter of seconds, just like in a game, so developing something like this was an important element that could soon be added to my combat power.

So, if I can somehow make high-quality gunpowder, I will be able to expand my range of tactics and increase my firepower, which is fundamentally lacking, several times.

If possible, I would like to make tools like grenades, but that would still be difficult. Because I don’t know much about the principles of grenades in the first place. I think I saw something like a piece of iron spreading out on X-Tube a long time ago, but it seemed difficult to implement.

Write.

“…It would be convenient if we could at least imitate modern firearms.”

It’s never easy. Rather like a fantasy, using magical ingredients… Hmm?

Now that I think about it, didn’t the vial that Viola threw explode?

Wouldn’t it be better to open a route in that direction? The explosive power seemed a bit weaker than that of gunpowder, but it might not be that bad-

“John! A guest has arrived!”

The sound of Millia’s voice suddenly brought me out of my thoughts, and I left the laboratory and looked at the studio door. When Millia saw me just coming out of the laboratory, she shouted again.

“Son!Son!Here!Oh!”

“Okay, so be quiet. Because my head is pounding.”

Wow, my eyes hurt. After being in the lab for a long time, my condition is not very good. Still, I have to welcome guests. Since Milia said she was a guest, she at least wasn’t from the Yeomyeong Pavilion. So it was a bit of a stretch for her to issue an order to welcome guests. I wiped my face covered in charcoal soot with a towel I had left nearby and looked at Inyoung standing in front of the door.

One arm is missing.

“Viola. What’s going on here?”

“I heard from Lewis that you were going to the dungeon. “I was wondering if you could take me too.”

“Is your body fully healed?”

“Almost. But can I come in?”

Come to think of it, didn’t they say it’s rude to enter someone else’s workshop without permission? There was no one around me who cared about such things, so the sight of Viola asking me for permission felt unfamiliar.

“It doesn’t matter if you come in.”

With my permission, Viola came into the studio. Viola glanced around the studio and briefly expressed her impressions.

“There are a lot of interesting items.”

“It’s because my hobby is making things.”

“That’s right! Making patrasche, making exploding powder, making a hand-held crossbow, just… “

Milia kept talking about my products as if she were a salesperson who had to sell them. I felt like I was going to reveal everything about my finances at this rate, so I quietly covered Milia’s mouth and pulled her chair nearby and made Viola sit on it. Because I couldn’t keep a child who wasn’t feeling well standing still.

“It’s a dungeon… Can you go there in that condition?”

“Are you ignoring me now because I’m one-armed? “My main job is alchemy anyway, so it’s not a problem if I don’t have an arm.”

Viola raised her arms and pretended to give her strength, as if to show how sane she was. That doesn’t mean much though. I conveyed my intention to her in her cold voice.

“The dungeons we go to are unexplored dungeons. “You can’t just take someone to the dungeon without knowing whether they can accommodate one person or not.”

I cut off Viola’s request and looked intently into her eyes. Anger and frustration were in her eyes. I felt an inferiority complex, as if you were ignoring me too, and a sense of urgency to get help somehow.

What happened in the past few days?

Have you experienced something bad in the meantime and become devastated?

I felt pitiful because I had been like that on a deserted island, but being taken to a dungeon was a different matter. If you take a student who can’t even feed one person and end up dying, you feel guilty, but it will also cause setbacks in your future work.

So, it was my decision not to accept it from the beginning.

“I can make one serving. Even after all this, he was one of the main attackers in the party.”

“Isn’t that the case when the arm was still intact?”

I calmly pointed out the problem. However, unlike a few days ago, Viola seemed to have less free time and complained to me.

“One-armed, one-armed… I’m sick of hearing that. The guys I normally talk to are whispering behind my back, my research is being hindered, and I have to go to dungeons for experiments, but they won’t even let me into low-level dungeons. Huh, life really sucks.”

Did things get worse after becoming one-armed? I looked at Viola, who was swearing with her face filled with anger, and waved her hand to Milia, who was quietly watching the situation behind her. Millia quickly realized what I meant and quietly left the studio.

“So you came to visit me?”

“I told you. I will help you.”

“But taking them to the dungeon is a different matter. It’s too dangerous.”

“You say you’re confident you can make it for one person?”

“Is there a reason to go into the dungeon?”

“…I only received half of the scholarship, so I have to pay tuition for the next semester, and to finish testing the prototype, I have to go into the dungeon and test it.”

“Is there a need to do it in a dungeon?”

“Because that side is the most certain. You can’t get permission to sell explosive reagents used in dungeons unless you test them in the dungeon. Even if you hire someone to do it, it all costs money, but I don’t have that kind of money. Research funding is also tight.”

This is my first time knowing that. I had no intention of selling anything I made, so this was the first time I knew such a thing existed.

I guess I’ll sell a few too.

I think something like a wheelchair costs quite a bit of money. Of course, since there is a problem with the material, it will be difficult to make it as light as the one I made for Karina, but it may be possible to make it with something reasonably strong, such as wood. There seems to be some demand if strong wood is used.

“It’s a test. Wouldn’t it be better if I just took the reagent and tested it?”

“I have to see it with my own eyes and judge it. “All the data I accumulated during the last final exam was lost…”

“What a disaster.”

Although the circumstances were unfortunate, it was difficult to accept unverified personnel. Thinking about it calmly, the Unexplored Dungeon is a place where even I can’t guarantee that I can come back alive. There are dungeons I know, but there are also dungeons I don’t know.

“So please accept it. “I won’t cause you any trouble-“

Desperation.

A deep sense of desperation was evident in all her actions and words. I can’t believe the guy who spoke to me so confidently was cornered like this. I lowered my eyes and looked blankly at the floor.

If you receive a scholarship from Calon Academy, it means you are a pretty good student.

I don’t know about combat, but I think assistance is possible. Since it’s one-armed, even that might only be half of it.

Write. You shouldn’t go too far.

I looked straight into her eyes filled with desperation and opened her mouth.

“You could die. Are you okay?”

“Anyway, if you get kicked out of here, there’s no answer.”

There is no place to retreat…Is this it?

“I get it. Then let’s write a contract.”

I took out a piece of paper I had previously purchased, placed it on the table, and wrote down the details of the contract. A contract that states that you will not hold me responsible for the death and that you will cooperate with my research. Viola read my contract through and looked at me with the eyes of a strange human being.

“…This is a much more generous contract than I expected.”

Is that so?

To be honest, it was my first time writing a contract, so I wrote down whatever came to mind.

Viola edited the clauses in my contract with a pen and handed it back to me.

“…Honestly, I don’t think it’s too generous since you’re the one giving it.”

“I see.”

I was planning on pampering him in some vicious proportions. I skimmed through the provisions added by Viola.

8 to 2?

I’m not saying it’s bad, but it’s a more heinous ratio than I suggested. Isn’t this at the level of a quasi-slave contract?

“What is the ratio of product contracts between alchemists and merchants?”

“7 to 3? Usually, the merchants provide materials as well-“

“I guess I’ve become a vicious merchant.”

“Are you the kind of person who cares about such things? Just by looking at its appearance, it looks like it would do unpaid exploitation without blinking-“

“You’ve come to the right place with someone like that.”

“But it’s still a lifesaver?”

It makes me feel like a new era in evaluating my face.

I smiled and held out my hand.

“Please take care of me.”

I managed to get a decent-looking graduate student, or rather, an assistant.