Chapter 77 (1/2)

Magic Tool Creation Was Very Useful

“There should be no problem now.”

“Th-thank you! It’s not much, but please take this as a sign of gratitude!”

Someone who must have been a friend of the patients came out and thanked me while handing me money.

They said it wasn’t much, but it was actually quite a lot.

It was probably the money they had prepared for the doctor.

I accepted it gladly.

Speaking of which…

“Do you have any idea as to why they fell unconscious?”

“I sensed that there was something bad with the air…could that be related?”

“Yes, that is the reason. …The smoke that rises when you burn something contains a toxin known as carbon monoxide. And so you must ventilate the room at the same time. There is so much air outside that it doesn’t matter if you burn something out there.”

I said as I looked at Zyce’s house.

There was no chimney.

“…But, don’t they burn firewood all the time in the cold countries? And they don’t ventilate either, do they?”

“They use chimney’s to let the smoke escape. The houses are built with the burning of firewood in mind. …And they also use a different kind of firewood. Firewood that isn’t properly dried will create more smoke.”

As they did not have a chimney, that meant the house didn’t have a fireplace.

So they probably tried to stuff their cooking stove with lots of firewood instead.

Basically, it should be no surprise they would get poisoned.

Rikardo was supposed to be a warm place.

So they were not used to having to deal with the cold.

None of the houses were built with the use of firewood in mind.

“Someone else fell unconscious in a similar way before… He didn’t have a chimney either.”

“But I don’t know the right timing to ventilate.”

The right timing…

Yes, perhaps that was difficult.

With poisonous gases, it tended to thicken very slowly, and it was usually too late by the time you realized it.

…Maybe I could use magic to make a tool that could measure the amount of carbon monoxide?

I thought as I looked through my list of magic.

And then…I found something perfect.

‘Magic Tool Creation—Poison Detection.’

It didn’t seem to be exclusive to carbon monoxide, but that was fine.

Still, it was weird that I had such niche magic like this but nothing that allowed me to fly.

‘Magic Tool Creation—Poison Detection.’

I chanted silently-and then one of the small stones at my feet began to shine.

After a few seconds, the stone stopped glowing.