Parallel World Pharmacy

On holidays without Ellen's classes, Farma observes the humans in the mansion.

Though Ellen told me he had a divine eye, he decided to name his disease clairvoyance ability "diagnostic eye" as well. Even so, no one knows the ability, except his mentor, Ellen. Don't even tell Lotte.

The ability is activated when you make a circle with your left finger and look at the target in the rim, but the behavior of making glasses is too noticeable. They'll think you're messing with them or you're distracted. To meet an eye-catching presence is definitely the first thing to be rude. So he made a trial and error so that he could activate the diagnostic eye by simply adding a finger to pinch the eye. This is still uncomfortable behavior, but it is.

It also requires concentration, but it is also possible to see the human body watermarked.

My mother was suffering from severe back pain and I made the same damp cloth as Ellen did and prescribed it.

My sister prescribed a rectifier because her bowels were weak and she felt down.

As he walks around the mansion, he trivializes to see each person he meets.

When you find the patient, you will see the glowing part of the patient and give him the name of the disease. The light that was blue before the diagnosis turns to white after the diagnosis, and it can be seen that the diagnosis is correct. If the diagnosis is wrong, it won't be white forever.

When you name the right prescription drug, the white light goes out too. And make that prescription drug.

It also trained him to test his own abilities and diagnostics, but some were sometimes difficult to diagnose.

Pharma in his previous life was a world-leading genius pharmacist who of course had access to medical knowledge but was not a doctor. Therefore, there are also unknowledgeable maniac disease names. Still, he had the guts to check it out and formulate a medication for the person according to his symptoms.

"Good day, little boy."

"Morning, Marianne."

Marianne, the launderer, still walks down the hallway today holding a ton of laundry. A middle-aged woman washing her parents' clothes. Always cheerful, chatting a lot in the laundry dryland. She doesn't have a bad part.

"Don't go out. Beautiful weather, Master Farma."

"I will, Mr. César."

I often talk to a middle-aged man, a gardener, César, who invites me for a walk, to see if I can get out. He's healthy, too.

(Everybody, health is the best)

Pharma nods yeah, yeah.

When they also appropriately examined the servants and applied the medicine treatment with their material creative abilities, they rejoiced in tears. She said that she had never received any medicine from her husband.

And Simon, the housekeeper who passed along with Bruno, seems to have tooth decay.

Pharma puts on hold that treatment for tooth decay needs to be considered.

"Your father didn't see everyone in the house."

Have a chat with Lotte as she strolls through the courtyard of the mansion.

Even though servants would be like family, Farma thinks that's not common sense in this world.

"My husband is a pharmacist for noble people. I can't afford to be distracted by things that go down."

"Even though it's a pharmacist's house?

"That's what it is."

Noble pharmacists say they should not see civilians. If the servant suffers from a severe illness, a third-degree pharmacist from a private pharmacist guild is deliberately called to see him. Essentially, medication is expensive, sometimes treatment is demonic, and the mortality rate among ordinary people was staggeringly high.

Average life expectancy in this world is low, and even when adults do, few say live longer.

"Dear Pharma, be kind to those of us who descend without distinction. You'll make a good medic."

Lotte says the servants are all grateful to Pharma. I said and smiled.

"It's impossible to discriminate against a patient in that capacity."

Providing patients with the best and equal formula is naturally a feeling of the modern man of Pharma.

If you go into town, you go to town, though, there are some things you can't give away.

And he realized that his abilities were also hidden in the wheels he had made with his right hand.

Depending on the size of the wheel, you can zoom in on the affected area!

In other words, when we sum up his abilities, it goes below.

-Left Hand... Substance Creation Ability

· Left hand ring… disease fluoroscopy/diagnostic ability (diagnostic eye), ability to explore special effects

-Right Hand... Substance Erase Capability

- Ring of the right hand... Expanded vision of the affected area

"Seriously, I'm not human anymore."

Ellen suspects that Pharma may not be the drug god itself rather than the incarnation of the drug god, but he may not exaggerate either. And if you get this far, Pharma thinks so too.

Farma was better on guard, although he was about to rise up with too convenient an ability. Besides, it is most difficult not to have Pharma's own shadow as to whether it is the price of ability or what. The people in the mansion don't seem to notice, but it would be only a matter of time before they do. He stood still and walked in the shadows.

This way, you deceive your own lack of shadow.

"But if so, what is it?

I wish it was something divine, but if it was something devilish. Pharma is troubled that the psychic who tells people and hears about it will do it.

(Oh, speaking of...)

Pharma, who was organizing his own abilities, noticed once again and revealed himself inside the jewellery box. All have jewelry inside that looks expensive. Brooches, rings, etc. He has no use for jewelry and looks after glass products.

"There it is! Now you can array it."

Crack and collect some very small balls of transparency from the glass jewellery. Then he flashed a fine piece of glass with a fire in the fireplace where the divine flames were burning, cornered and spherical.

That's the important part. Pharma used glass spheres and metal plates in just a few hours that day for a simple workmanship to rub a certain object. That little piece is a simplified version of what he used a lot in his previous life, and I can't help but feel comfortable if this is not on hand.

"Well, this is what it is now. I'd like a better one, though."

I couldn't be satisfied with that, but for now, my purpose was fulfillable.

That, plain craft, was gleaming in his hands.

…━━…━━…━━…

"Dear Farma. My husband is here for you."

A few more days later, it was when Pharma got used to the life of the mansion and also remembered the faces of the servants. As I relaxed in the garden with Lotte as she finished lunch and read, Simon from the decree came to the room for a quick call. A family order is the highest servant of the de Medicis family.

"I don't know what it's for, I have a bad feeling"

When Bruno called Pharma, there was not a lot going on.

For the most part, occult pharmacy extraction trials await.

That's not good yet.

If I thought Bruno had called me before, there was a punitive game of going out with me to the example herb garden on a full moon day and watching Bruno chant some spell while waving his hands in a desperate shape on top of what looked like a magic formation painted in the center of the gazebo. Just because you pour your energy into the herb.

Farma, bitten by a mosquito, had never felt so miserable. I doubt Bruno is really a well-known pharmacist.

I'm so sorry to be associated with such outdoor activities. But.

"It's your job, as a court pharmacist apprentice."

Job. That's the first time Simon's come to get Pharma. Pharma tightens her feelings.

This is His Majesty the Emperor.

At last, Pharma shuddered.

Finally, it's my first job.