9

"After I said goodbye to you, I moved to the king's capital, lived in the lower city, and just kept making pills. Both Winegem and Roximum have always helped me with medicinal herb collection, but eventually, with more disciples and collaborators, they left me and took their own path."

Everyone finds the illusion of a mentor to eat in.

The Armamir Primary Cleric concentrates on not listening to a word.

Guys, I guess this is the first time I've seen this.

"After the excellent disciples grew up, I polished the intentions of" Recovery ". And please, Master. I was finally able to activate Purification."

Ooh, and a little exclamation leaks from the clergy.

Perhaps it would be the ultimate reward for these men to be able to use Purification, Lecan thought.

"With that (purification) in mind, I have also served His Majesty the King of history. With the refuge of the royal palace, the training of pharmacists has been increasing and now, as you hoped, pharmacists have arrived in every corner of the country."

The eyes of the illusory Scalabel Instructor look far away. I guess I have feelings for the life I've been walking through.

"We also encouraged wine gems and roximum. Nowadays, no matter what country town you are in, it doesn't seem like there is no pharmacist. Your medicine is now everywhere in the country."

There's a cleric crying. Lecan thinks it wasn't that touching a statement, but that's all this medic named Scalabel is respected and admired, I guess.

"Remembering" Purification "gave me an unexpected long life. But these days, [Purification] has also stopped working. Let us return this soul to heaven, and let us return this body to earth as the day draws near."

Norma's grandfather, the Marquis, also said that "purification" extended his life by fourteen years, but at the end of the day, "purification" did not work. Purification is not universal either.

"At that time, the medicine that you must have made appeared in front of me. I heard about the pharmacist who made it, and I learned that you must be the one. Then I had two wishes."

This is where it matters. What is the purpose of the Scalabel?

"One, I want to see the medicine I've created. I want you to see the refinements I've built up over the years."

I want to see the medicine. And I want to know Sheila's reaction. That's my first wish.

"The other thing is about your health. When I said goodbye, your goodbye was never good."

(That must be acting. You can't really take it)

"If you ask me, you can barely go outside locked in the house."

(Out. He's out. He's flying around fine)

"Now is the time to thank you."

(Wait. this guy, maybe)

"If I can extend your life in a single day by worshipping your honor and purifying your face, I will have no greater pleasure than this."

(This guy is going to purify Sheila!

"I know that it seems ineffective in one day, so I would like to stay in the town of Voca for nine days and [purify] it. As long as you can do that, you can stay and die in voca. That would be my last job of my life."

A line of messengers from the king's capital will make you uncomfortable.

But in Lecan's mind, there was a storm.

(Sheila, the immortal, will perish if she is purified)

(gets ashed)

(We have to stop this scull-label and other bullies from coming)

(Whatever)

"Perhaps you may not have heard the voice coming out of this demonic stone. You are a rare devil. [M] I think you might be hiding yourself by now."

(I know Sheila very well)

"But you have not gone far. Somewhere nearby, you should be able to relax."

(What?)

(No, but it might be)

(Sheila is like that)

"So I don't know who it is, but Sheila's closest friend. Give me this demon stone to Sheila. As long as the magic lasts, you can take out my appearance and my voice as many times as you want. The necessary spells are engraved in a box."

(Wow. Interesting magic.)

"Dear Sheila. I'm not looking forward to seeing you. [M] This is the last wish of this old, short old man. Please hear me out."

Suddenly the illusion disappeared.

The messengers are thankful for their vanishing illusions.

Lecan had his head working hard.

I desperately thought about how to convince the messengers from now on to stop the Scalabel from coming.