I got fired from my job as an adventurer, so I'm starting over as an alchemist! ~ Frontier development? Okay, leave it to me! - Chapter 3 I'm happy that it works after I try it

“Good morning, Leafan.”

“Good morning, Craft! You can call me by my first name, no need to be formal!”

“Huh? But I’m going to be the Guild Master in the pioneer village.”

“It’s fine, really. Once we’re there, we won’t be just two guild members. I want us to be friends and interact casually.”

“You have a point. Well then, Leafan, I’m counting on you.”

“Yeah, absolutely thrilled!”

Certainly, if we’re going to be working together for a long time, it’s better to have a relaxed atmosphere.

“So, are we leaving right away?”

“We’re currently rushing to load the wagons with supplies.”

“Wow… Are there really twenty wagons going? That sounds like a lot of work.”

“Because it’s a pioneer venture, we need to take everything we might need.”

“Come to think of it, once I became an alchemist, I gained the ‘Spatial Storage’ magic, right?”

Insignias grant us special powers, and it had revealed this new ability to me.

“Wait, what!?”

“What’s going on!?”

Both Leafan and the Guild Master suddenly appeared.

Oh, right, I don’t even know the Guild Master’s name.

“Whoa! Where did you come from, Guild Master!?”

“Enough with the details! Is it true you have ‘Spatial Storage’!?”

“I’ve only tried it with my belongings so far, but I definitely remember how to do it.”

“And? How much can you store in it?”

“I haven’t tested that yet, but the insignia suggests it can hold a considerable amount.”

“I see!”

‘Spatial Storage’ is a rare type of magic that might manifest with any insignia. It’s considered very valuable.

Honestly, just having this ability alone makes it worthwhile to have my insignia modified.

“Please! I’ll pay you for your trouble. Store as much as you can!”

“Can I do some testing while I’m at it?”

“Sure! Let’s start with that!”

The Guild Master pointed to a wagon tightly packed with supplies.

“Wait, you’re starting with that?”

“Well, it’s all bundled together, but that size and weight might be too much.”

“If I can store that, it could be quite profitable just using ‘Spatial Storage.'”

“What? We have such a reliable person joining us in the pioneer village?”

I was helping with the packing, and it turned out that the people I was assisting were those who were planning to move to the pioneer village. They were the so-called pioneers.

Their excited looks felt oddly ticklish.

“Well, then. Craft, I’ll leave this wagon to you. Hey, you there! Instead of packing separately, try to consolidate as much as possible into large crates!”

“Yes! Understood!”

The Guild Master efficiently gave orders, and the previously piled-up goods were forcibly bundled into large boxes and wagons.

I suddenly remembered that once I became an alchemist, I gained the ‘Spatial Storage’ magic, which allowed me to store items in an extra-dimensional space.

“Wow… Almost everything fits in!”

“Huh? Is he coming with us to the pioneer village?”

“How reassuring!”

“I thought people dispatched to the pioneer village were supposed to be problem children!”

Those I was helping with packing turned out to be the ones moving to the pioneer village. They were the pioneers, so to speak. Their enthusiastic gazes felt strangely itchy.

“By the way, most of the wagons canceled, and they were paid two-thirds of the promised fee even though the work wasn’t completed. But now we have no work for them, and there’s a rumor that a Spatial Storage user did the job for free. It could cause trouble later.”

“Oh…”

“Since you’ve been helping us a lot with testing insignias and modifications, take it as part of the fee.”

“Huh? No, really, it’s fine! Especially since I’ve been relying on you for the insignia’s aptitude testing and modification.”

The Guild Master gave me a sharp look and pulled me closer.

“Just take it. Having a Spatial Storage user perform jobs for free would cause rumors. I was also careless.”

“Well, if you put it that way, then sure.”

Having a Spatial Storage this efficient alone is incredible! It’s good to have expectations from the Alchemist’s Insignia.

With this, I earned quite a substantial amount of money, around 300,000 gold dots, without working for a month or two.

“Line up!”

It started suddenly.

Soldiers of the Border Count’s troops, dressed in splendid armor, suddenly lined up on both sides of the main street.

“What’s going on?”

“Hey, hey, hey… Didn’t we decide not to have a departure ceremony?”

I understood it with the Guild Master’s frustrated muttering. In other words, a nobleman has arrived.

At the forefront of the soldiers, a large man who looked like a captain barked at us.

“Guild Master of the Production Guild! If you’re here, respond!”

“Yeah, I’m here!”

The Guild Master replied, and the soldiers marched forward in a precise and orderly manner.

I see. The local lord, Border Count Beilroad, was indeed as shrewd as the rumors said. Even the quality of his soldiers left no room for criticism.

“Listen well! I am Orthros Gandarl von Beilroad, the second son! I present Lord Zaid Gandarl Beilroad! Receive him with due respect!”

“But we decided on an informal departure ceremony!”

The Guild Master confronted the captain.

“Hello, Guild Master. It’s been a while.”

“Oh, this is Lord Zaid! Long time no see!”

A distinguished nobleman stepped forward, exuding a refreshing aura.

So, he’s Zaid, the second son. I believe he was around thirty years old, but he looks younger.

The pioneers, who had frozen in place, quickly knelt down when confronted by the soldiers.

(Craft!)

(Whoops!)

Leafan tugged at my clothes, and I hurriedly knelt down.

“Today, he’s incognito, so you can all raise your heads.”

Upon hearing this, only I raised my head. Zaid noticed and seemed impressed.

“Now, Lord Zaid, could you explain this commotion?”

“Of course! My younger brother has been chosen as the leader of the pioneer village this time. Naturally, I want to see him off in style.”

“Younger brother!?”

“Yes! My proud brother, Kyle Gandarl Beilroad!”

The pioneers were left in stunned silence. To think that the third son of a Border Count was coming to a mere local pioneer village? Spare us the jokes.

Prompted by Zaid, a boy came forward—a boy with a gentle face who looked nothing like Zaid.

Beside him, clinging to him like a lifeline, was a girl who somehow resembled Kyle.

“Nice to meet you. I’ve been appointed as the leader of the pioneer village, Kyle Gandarl Beilroad. I’m inexperienced, but I look forward to working with you all!”

The boy bowed politely.

The girl, seemingly influenced by him, also bowed.

Zaid watched this with an unsatisfied expression. Yeah, I have a bad feeling about this.