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Yeteria Undersecretary inquired.
"I do not doubt the judgment of the Armamir Master, but I would like to confirm it in my role. Is the dispensation now carried out by Lord Lecan so advanced?
"None of the things that Lord Lecan can do alone now, including Master Scarabelle and myself, are known to me."
"What?"
"When making strength restoring pills, they usually boil in a pan. Normal water without magical pure water. The way Lord Lecan has now been made is something that only a handful of high brothers have been told to develop and communicate the highest levels of dispensation."
"Was it?"
"Usually we do it with about seven assistants. Three masters of Operation, three masters of Ignition, and a wizard who can use Water Generation. Besides, it's just divine to do it in a dispensing dish, all floating in hollow. Moreover, if we were to do it alone, we would not be able to breathe together, and it would be possible to have precisely complete control. And it's amazing how precise it is."
"I see. I found out that Lord Lecan was an excellent medic. In fact, the earlier magic control and simultaneous activation were brilliant enough to be taken. But how do you know it's the same door? Maybe he was taught by another well-armed pharmacist."
"Whether it's a sword or a bow, there's something my master taught me. There's got to be some kind of fancy trick going on in the way you set up and do a little trick. And when you play a serious battle over your life, that kind of crap is a nasty thing to say. Today's dispensation is exactly the same as that of Superintendent Scarabelle."
"Then perhaps the master of Lord Lecan is the disciple of Master Scarabel"
"Comparing the source of the river to the flow of the hem, it's obvious which one has more clutter. Lord Rekan's intentions are not the flow of the hem. Besides, this might have solved years of questions."
"What are the many years of questions?
"There have long been rumors that Pharmacists Winegem and Pharmacists Roximum are at the same door as Sklabel mentors"
"Is that what they say, but it's not?
"I thought not. The three genres share the main types of medicines, but the procedure is subtle when performing advanced medications."
"Ho."
"Winegem and Roximum are not people in this world at all, and Supervisor Scarabel has never spoken about your own teacher. So I couldn't confirm whether the rumors were true or not."
"Is that so?"
"But I was surprised to see Lord Lekan's intentions. In the main part, it's the same procedure as Master Scalabel's intentions, but in the details, there are similarities to the Winegems, and there are similarities to the Roxims. Perhaps Lord Lecan's intentions are closer to the source, and the Scalabel conductors, the wine gems, and the Roximum have added their own ideas."
"Very well. Once again, then, I would like to ask the Armamir Primary Cleric. Do you think the pharmacist, Lord Sheila, could be considered Master Scarabelle's mentor at this time?"
"I don't know."
"Next, do you think the pharmacist Lord Lecan is qualified to represent the pharmacist Lord Sheila officially?"
"I don't doubt that anymore."
"Mm-hmm. Now we move on. Lord Lecan, I'm sorry to bother you, but I recognize you as the official agent of the pharmacist, Lord Sheila."
"Oh."
"I have something for you to see. Instructor Scarabel has entrusted His Excellency Sheila, the pharmacist."
"Ho."
The undersecretary rose from the couch and asked the Armamir Primary Cleric to stand as well. Then the two clerks moved the couch to create a space on the upper seat, where they placed a small but beautifully decorated box and opened the lid.
It had a huge demonic stone in it. It is a demonic stone comparable to the demonic stone of the Lord of the Ninae Labyrinth.
Some sort of surgical ceremony is sealed.
One of the clerks cast a spell.
"Reproduction (Tutor)"
A soft light came out of the demonic stone into a morphological form, where an old man appeared.
The old man is clear. This was not the old man himself, but his figure was sealed in the demon stone.
He's an old man with a sarcastic coat.
I can see at a glance that I am very old.
Skinny and tall. The color of the skin is too white, it even feels pathological.
There is no hair at the top of my head, but from a little above my ear, my long hair grows and hangs. The hair and long beard are bright white, emitting a glow close to silver.
The undersecretary and his escorts are uniformly drooling their heads at the old man.
The clergy, the temple knights and the clerks of the temple, are kneeling on the floor.
This old man is the Medicine Saint Scalabel mentor.
Instructor Scarabel stood back and thanked him on one knee on the spot and stood up.
"Master. Master. I miss you very much. It's on the scarabel. I'm getting a lot older, so you might not understand. Master. Master. I didn't know you were alive. I can't be happier. Now you're here in the name of Sheila."