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A few years ago, two small kingdoms unleashed an irreconcilable and bloody war.

The causes of this war were, as always, stupid and very few people are interested.

As a result, several large cities were burned to the ground, and many provincial settlements were almost completely deserted.

In the end, the war ended.
There was no clear winner in it, and soon a peaceful life came again in both kingdoms.

That's just the echoes of those battles still felt.

And for some residents of a small town located on the border of one of the kingdoms, these echoes, in recent times, were almost an everyday problem.

On the outskirts of the above-mentioned city there was an old mansion, whose owner died at the beginning of the war. He had no heirs, and the mansion, in that difficult period of very few people interesting, was abandoned.

But soon the cellars of this house were chosen by monsters.

And more precisely - all kinds of mucus.
Dark, raw dungeons turned out to be a great place for these jelly-like creatures.

A hotbed of monsters that appeared right next to the townspeople could have become a serious problem, but fortunately, slow and weak mucus almost never left the limits of the basements there.

As a result, compared to other more significant issues, the city council decided to simply turn a blind eye to the existence of this abandoned building.

Only residents of the houses adjacent to the mansion, fearing for their safety, several times a year sent a certain kind of requests to the Adventurers Guild.
After some time, the Guild usually sent people, and they cleaned the dungeons of the mansion.

Slime briefly disappeared.
But soon she returned again ...

However, recently, residents living next to the mansion faced a completely new problem.

From the dungeons of the mansion began to hear strange sounds. Sometimes a knock, and sometimes some kind of glass tinkling.

No one knew what the hell was going on, but people were worried.

The repetition of that legendary incident, when the slime escaped from the dungeons brought up the products stored in the basements of neighboring houses, nobody really wanted to.

Soon, a new request was sent to the Adventurers Guild.

But it was difficult to say how long it would be before any one would take up the task of fulfilling this task.

Meanwhile, mysterious sounds continued to be heard periodically from the dungeons of the abandoned mansion.

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* Knock-knock * * jingle-jingle *

A quiet but distinct noise echoed under the arches of the basement shrouded in darkness.

It seems that it was these strange sounds that so much disturbed the surrounding residents.
And yes, it was worth admitting that they sounded very creepy.

But find out the excited citizens, what exactly is happening in the local dungeons, they would be surprised. Although no, let's be honest, most likely they would just shrug their shoulders in perplexity and go further on in their boring business.

In any case, in the depths of the basement, some non-existent observer might stumble upon some unusual scene.

- Eh ~ Mm ... Uh ...

A short young girl with long blond hair and slightly pointed ears crawled across the floor of the dungeon with a bottle in her hands.

Most of her clothes were once white, and now the lab coat darkened from time to time with a slightly tattered hem and the same chewed sleeves. A bathrobe reached her mid-thighs, revealing as a result a view of the slender legs in high black golf and light shoes.

- Mm ... Slime ... slime ...I can't find anything, ”the girl on her knees sighed, peering into one of the deep cracks in the floor.

After a while, she sat down right on the basement covered with dust and stared at the empty flask in her hands with a gloomy expression on her face.

Suddenly, from somewhere on the part came the quiet rustling.

- Kya! Who is here ?!

Anxiously twitching and stumbling as a result of her own legs, she collapsed to the floor.

- Oh, oh, neudachnenko ... - softly moaning, she stood up.

- Hmm? M, m, m ~ - having slightly bent her head in the shoulders, the girl slowly and anxiously looked around. - There is nobody here, really?

So without waiting for an answer, she sighed dejectedly, and the frightened expression on her face instantly disappeared.

- Well, here ... And I really hoped for a ghost. Ectoplasma would be useful to me.

A little more, with some hope of turning her head in different directions, the strange girl was convinced that the terrible ghostly monsters were not going to jump on her from the darkness of the dungeon.

As a result, a little girl's lips flew another frustrated sigh.

By the way, perhaps, it would be necessary to clarify the situation.
Who is this girl and what is she doing in this basement?
There is no secret here.

This girl's name is Alicia Satellite.

And let Alicia outwardly resembled a little girl, in fact she was a little (much) older.

As the half-elf, she was for many years studied the art of alchemy.

Even in early childhood, the girl was lucky to become a student of the alchemist known for those times, who taught Alicia almost everything he knew.
However, the half-elf has not finished her training.

Studying the limitless secrets of alchemy, she often came to unexpected and highly dubious conclusions.
Because of her unreasonable and unreasonable ideas, the girl wasted translating incredibly rare ingredients and repeatedly exposed her and others' lives to serious dangers.

- Yes, no one just understands! - suddenly throwing up and raising his hand to the ceiling of the dungeon with a bottle clamped in it, Alicia proclaimed.
It seemed that she was trying to challenge some unseen opponent.
Considering that no one but herself was observed in the basements of the abandoned mansion, it looked a bit strange.

- And what's so strange about my ideas ?! I just suggested using mucus as a base for potions. It would open up incredible opportunities! Everyone knows that mucus can adapt to any conditions! Variants of its evolution boundless set! Blue, green, red! This is amazing!

Inflame yourself such statements, Alicia blushed and began to choke.

Perhaps such a reaction might seem overly expressive, but nothing about it. The last few years Alicia had a hard time.

In the postwar period, so any strange person aroused a suspicion of others. And several times, only because of her rich knowledge in the field of alchemy, she managed to avoid deadly situations.

Unfortunately, as a result of frequent travel, Alicia rarely able to make time for their favorite studies.

Hearing that in the city in which she decided to stay for a while is an abandoned house, in the basements of which you can find a lot of the most diverse mucus, she, to put it mildly, was kindled with enthusiasm.

Over the past ten days, the girl visited the dungeon of the mansion several times a day and “removed” the mucus for her research.

Of course, she did not pay attention to the concerns of people living close to the mansion.

What's so strange about strange and incomprehensible sounds?
Alicia’s life was literally filled with them.

Soon, however, the half-elf faced a vexing problem.
All the mucus, realizing that nothing good from Alicia should not be expected, with each of her new visits began to creep away to hell.

- Oh ...No time to be distracted.

Having finished drilling the cobweb-covered ceiling of the basement with a burning gaze, the half-elf returned to the working channel.

- Today, I just have to find mucus! Best redhead ....