Parallel World Pharmacy

Fanfare rings inside the mansion.

"What's going to start?

"Dear Farma, it's time for dinner."

I blame Lotte for calling him fast and fast.

"You're hungry. Want to go eat lotte too?

I'm hungry, no matter what I'm doing.

"The servant is after your husband is finished."

"You mean that!

Growing up Lotte will also want to make it to dinner soon. So blame it.

Pharma confirms for the first time the faces of the families who have gathered in the dining room.

"Are you awake? I put him to sleep because he slept a lot."

"Yes, we apologize for your concern"

The first person I've spoken to is a blue-eyed man with a golden jawbeard. He's a sharp-eyed, long-bodied person. Bruno de Médicis, 37, father of Pharma, as master of the mansion.

He is a court pharmacist who specializes in examining and prescribing medicines for generations royal aristocracy and is the general director of the Saint-Fluve Imperial School of Medicine in the heart of the Empire. It is a divine use of water attributes.

Excellent nobility with special skills in this world is given the title "The Honorable Lord". The rank has become the Baron, Duke, Marquis, Count, Viscount and Baron.

In other words, he is a great nobleman.

"Well, I'm glad you recovered. I wondered what would happen."

It's the silver-haired, blue-eyed, clearly atmospheric lady who's been calling me that. Beatrice (Béatrice, 34), my mother. He is from a prestigious aristocracy and says he is a user of wind attribute theology.

"Brother, are you ready? Does it hurt?"

A young girl with blonde blue eyes who stretches her curly hair to her waist and lovingly calls for Pharma. Blanche, my sister. He is the same user of water attribute theology as my father at a young age.

Be young and this beauty. Farma is convinced that the future must be beautiful.

By the way, my brother Palle, 16, is away. Pharma's sympathetic brother about the name is an elite studying pharmacy at the world's most advanced medical university, the distant exotic Novarut Medical University. Due to the whole dorm system, I only come back once or twice a year.

Such a family looked at each other and sat at a large table in a large dining room.

My father pours clear water in the ceramic hand washing water board prepared on his desk with the divine art of water.

My sister Blanche also fills her own water board, filling her mother's water board as well. Since the mother is noble but of different attributes, it is her daughter's job to make water.

Pharma also squeezed water into the water board in front of him as he calmed down and washed his hands.

On the tablecloth, bread, knives and spoons are placed immediately. Blanche spins the words of prayer to the gods, and the family recites and the meal begins.

(Ah, meals, surprisingly delicious)

Spicy chicken blues, wild rabbit stews, etc. are served one after another. Farma tries to keep the table manners she was asking Lotte about and eat them slowly. In his lifetime he also spared his meal time eating all the calorie-it-like stuff, so that poor tongue helped a lot in the other world.

(You worked too much and never had a decent meal, me)

Depressing the taste of different worlds with every bite of deliciousness.

"Hey Pharma. Still, you don't touch your body? Struck by thunder like that..."

The more I start eating, the less I lose, and my mother cares about Pharma.

Speaking of which, my mother was the only one in the family who was fond of grape liquor. My father is preparing for a call from a patient and drinking water. Beautiful water that he has covered himself with. Lemon and other squeezed and fragranced.

"My memory seems a little confused. You'll remember soon. Don't worry, Mother."

Pharma responds calmly. He asked Lotte, "My parents call me Father and Father." It is the son of a great aristocrat.

"But you picked up your life. My pulse stopped completely, but I think I caught the potion I gave you right after the lightning struck."

Satisfactorily pinched his mouth, my father seemed to have gained more confidence in his arms as a pharmacist. Farma almost swallowed the potion when she stopped breathing. It's something I didn't choke on a lot.

(No, maybe that potion worked great after a while)

As far as the prescriptions in the books are concerned, there's no reason for that.

A boy named Pharma said he was an oligarchy and quiet figure, so he has to act like he won't break that character for a while.

Speaking of which, what happened to the original Pharma boy? He said he died once from a lightning strike, so maybe his memory disappeared, too. I couldn't resist thinking so. Besides, I was hesitant to take over his body.

But the Pharma boy is dead, the Pharma boy's ego is gone.

Let's live up to his share, even for sustenance.

and, originally a pharmacist, he joined hands with the Pharma boy in his heart.

"But don't blur your memory, I'm worried. You cure it without being forced to. Say anything you need to worry about. Let me make you something to eat."

Compared to Bruno's pavilion lead whitewash, Beatrice was pleased to see some care.

"Yes, thank you, Mother, I'm delighted"

My mother, who then exchanged words with Pharma one word or two, seemed uncomfortable that Pharma's personality had changed. I don't know about that either, Farma, but I was fortunate to have asked Lotte in advance about Farma's usual condition and tone.

"You should rest for a few days. For the next visit, is this it?

Bruno, having finished his meal, presses as he remembers as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. Bruno, who guessed that Farma's memory was still vague when Farma laughed lovingly, added.

"Your Majesty's visit."

"I remember. We will accompany you."

Apprenticeship pharmacists should see and train in the work of their teachers and accompany them in the work of court pharmacists. He was a regular Pharma, only ten years old, while touring and helping with check-ups with his father.

Usually the visit of the royal marquis nobility is the main one, but this time it is one of the most stately and unproductive of my father Bruno's patients.

When it comes to His Majesty, there will only be Emperor Elizabeth II of the Land of Saint Fluve.

(That's a big job)

Pharma feels dull wondering what medication she intends to prescribe to her empress opponent. Failure to treat and tie your neck, I hope it doesn't happen.

"By the way, the ointment I used today for the burns on your arms, how do I combine it with the origin of the georide?

Out. That's what Lotte was talking about. Pull-out pharmacy trial!

"The main ingredient herbs, the region of Timparra is the Lahara region, the formula is catesso oil, lizard eyeballs and the powder of these wings. On a full moon night, those boiled overnight in holy water while purifying themselves and offering prayers, are dried heavenly for three days from the next day, finely crushed dry ones"

Shortly after I thought about it, the knowledge of the book I had just previewed even came out with Pharma's mouth on it. I borrowed the memories that the Pharma boy was reciting.

I accidentally ran my mouth on the method of formulation, but he was a pharmacist with a modern Japanese Ph.D. I can't say, I feel sorry for him.

But there's no way to get past this place.

I don't care if they tear me out of the mansion.

"Did you remember? That's my boy."

I don't know such circumstances, and my father nods contentedly and loudly. By the way, that suspicious ointment gives me a rash when I have been in contact with my skin for a long time, so it is only right to use it for a short time. In that regard, he had removed the herbs early and his arms had been washed clean with water. I didn't know, I was acting to my father's satisfaction.

"Great. Can I resume eleonor classes tomorrow if I don't have any particular problems with my physical condition"

(You're a stranger)

According to a later check with Lotte,

Eleonor Bonufois.

He was my father's most apprentice's pharmacist, and that he was Farma's tutor.

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"This is crazy. This is absolutely crazy. Something else."

The woman in front of Pharma put her fingers together on the table and puked pompously.

Pharma wandered over to the voice of an elderly woman who sat across the street.

She is the best disciple of my father, Eleonora Bonnefoy, 16, a first-class pharmacist of beauty, who made me Farma's tutor. She had a cool impression of shiny silver hair flowing to the sides from left to right. The long, tight dress skirt in a pale, empty colour with a matt texture contains slits that emphasize activity or boldness, with large shoulders.

He put it on his arm with such a rich bust that he had trouble finding a place for his eyes. Thin-framed, silver glasses shifted and stared at Pharma.

(Don't dress too freedomly. You have glasses too!

If this world is equivalent to medieval Europe, Pharma assumed it was a corresponding clothing culture, but it doesn't necessarily seem so. Don't be medieval. Our de Medicis family was just conservative. Either her outfit is a fantasy world resident or casual. That's the other world. and Pharma is impressed.

"Really? I think it's your fault!

"That's approximate. It's a tribute."

You didn't purchase a pattern of conversation with Ellen, Pharma reflects. It was a matter of discipleship, so I decided it was a tribute.

(How do we talk? I can hang out with you like a friend, Doctor. Character, so you're letting me through?

The meeting point with Eleonor is the middle state of the Great River, which flows along the premises of the Mansion. Located in the middle of its garden, in a white stone gazebo (Western-style East House) like structure. The sun is whispered by the domed roof of the gazebo, with gentle and comfortable winds blowing across the garden.

Beneath the gazebo is a bench and a round table, a space for elegant outdoor learning, where the two sit opposite each other.

It was my father's herbal garden. Pharma wondered if the herbal gardens would be flushed by the floods, such as the one in Central State, but since the de Medicis family is a divine user of water, the herbal gardens would not be flushed by the flood of rivers because my father was using the technique. But they grow expensive herbs all the time, so thieves target them. Of course, Herbal Gardens security is in place at night to prevent the property of the de Medicis family from being stolen, such Herbal Gardens. When Pharma looked around the herb garden before meeting him, he also discovered the familiar herbs that were in the original world, plants used in Chinese. There were also unknown herbs unique to different worlds.

"I'll speak normally, Dr. Eleonor."

Is it okay to call it Eleonor? Or, Dr. Bonefore? and other conversations of exploration are quickly interrupted.

"Ellen, right? Something's different."

"Okay, I'll confess. I was struck by lightning and my memory is blurred."

Say it quickly.

After all, Ellen pointed her mouth as if she were obstinate.

"I do have a legend that when you get struck by lightning, your personality changes... but then you might go back, and if you stay put, you have no choice. I just need to thank you for saving my life."

Standing up, as she turned around, Ellen raised her mouth angle. The transparent smile was dazzling. Out of the gazebo, she heads to the river. Pharma also follows.

"Let's make today's class a confirmation of divine skill, not a pharmacy lecture"

Ellen asks Pharma if she remembers all the divine moves.

Ellen has taught numerous divine arts to previous Pharma boys.

He seemed to be a good and excellent student of Kang.

"I wonder if I could make water and put it in a glass!

joking. When Pharma said so, Ellen even put her forehead down and

"Now I know you don't remember."

Pharma got the writing equipment and listened to Ellen's lecture.