Parallel World Pharmacy

Two weeks after the Empress's declaration of an end to black morbidity.

Though claw marks of chaos and plague still linger in the Imperial City, the Grand City of Saint Fluve was also being held by extending its scheduled schedule to restore the everyday landscape.

Incidentally, Pharma's wind pit, which was on the fourth floor of a different world pharmacy, or the battle against Camus, was blocked in a week after a large number of craftsmen arrived. Pharma's large crater on the avenue in front of the pharmacy has also been completely repaired with the empress activating power and the mobilization of several earthly theological users. Civilian folk houses and shops, knocked down by the wind divinity of the Holy Knight of the Nedale Nation, are also being rebuilt on a steep pitch, with massive amounts of craftsmen, supplies, being put into the empire's funds.

It was nice weather, one day at noon.

Farma was walking around the big city with Lotte and Ellen. The market is vibrant and the customer matches are extremely intense. I bought spiced grilled chicken skewers and rare kinds of grilled potatoes to finish lunch at the stall, and all three of them were just getting hungry. Ellen stops in front of the tent at the pharmacy.

"Ah, take a look. There it is! There was another one this year. Nabar's herbs are hard to come by."

Ellen buys instantly if she finds a rare herb. For pharmacists, this market, which brings together valuable herbs, water and dispensing materials from all over the world once a year, was an opportunity to buy raw materials easily without having to travel far.

And a pretty girl with pink hair who stops in front of a cake shop stall and never leaves the spot. We are seriously discussing it as if we were going to have a big business meeting with the store owner.

"I'll ask you again. What was this cake like?"

Before baked confectionery arranged in a sloppy way, I see which one looks tasty.

"Contains Orange and Nuts"

"Don't worry about that raisin cake either. Then I'll buy them both two at a time!

Lotte was buying sweets by doing well with the salary she earned from working at a different world pharmacy. I take it home to divide it into mothers and fellow servants of the house de Medicis, so I buy it in large quantities every day since the Grand City of Saint Fluve was held. Pharma thinks it's like a broker.

"Well, I'm gonna check out the shop around there, too."

Pharma also shopped while they looked like they were having fun shopping.

"I have a gift for you."

I bought them one gift at a time for the comfort of the staff who played in this black death scene. Lotte's spine stretches into Pharma's words and her eyes get bigger. Pharma handing them bags one at a time.

"Thank you both for your support all the time. This, thank you."

Gratitude cannot be conveyed unless it is put into words. So Farma was always careful not to say thank you to them. Surprised by the sudden, the two of them try to open a clean bag.

Perfume popular with royal aristocracy for Ellen. Lotte has a cute apron with elaborate embroidery. By the way, Cedric, who answers at the store, has an expensive cane with a chic design.

"Thank you, Farma. This perfume, it's the one I was wondering about, how did you know I liked it?

"Something seems popular, so I thought Ellen might like it, too"

Ellen enjoys the fragrance with a lukewarm look on her wrist. Ellen is weak with a refreshing and sweet scent. It was researched.

"Farma-kun doesn't seem like a child at times anymore. I care."

(Well, I'm not a kid.)

"I wonder what will happen in the future when I can choose a gift for a woman without hesitation. Stop spreading floats."

Ellen says, but the look was floating.

I don't think Pharma can do without it, but he was flying around the world in his previous life in academia, conferences, research, etc., and he lacked a gift that combined a souvenir for the lab staff. It was a good thing that gifts were meant by research of preferences from day to day, and he was a person who didn't surprisingly fail in his relationship efforts like that. Dr. Pharmacopoeia's gift was well received and delighted.

"No one has done an apron with such beautiful embroidery of flowers, civilians!

Lotte is happy, and a sneak peek into the apron in the bag just now is giving me a sigh of sigh. It seems rare for a servant to get an embroidered one from his husband.

"Farma-kun doesn't want anything? Let the store owner make a gift from us, too?

Ellen turns around and says something in return.

"I want to give it back too -!

Lotte also raises her hand after looking at the contents of her purse and getting her tongue out. Apparently, he overused it with the confectionery purchase.

"Mine's fine. Because I bought what I wanted. spices and then a good quality paper."

That said, Pharma glances inside a bag filled with loot.

"Oh, really. You bought enough."

He bought a large quantity of paper here because he found it on the market. Used for research notes, writing books, something. I sought luxury paper, enduring hundreds of years of time.

"Even so, Farma-kun is the spice? You use it to make new drugs? Always, always, meds, meds, meds! It's not really Pharma, it's serious."

And because Ellen is impressed, Pharma leans backwards.

(No, it's for curry, not medicine)

I couldn't say. He was going to make a sneak curry in the lab on the fourth floor because spices like cumin, turmeric and other spices were available at the spice stalls in the big city. Although there are spices, there doesn't seem to be any curry-like dishes in this world. When I look at spices, it becomes the idea of curry, because of the sadness of the Japanese people who love curry.

(I wonder if it will be a smelly disturbance. I don't have rice in this world, so I can cook it with flour or even nan...)

I have to predict when to make it, but it's a secret plan I'm looking forward to right now. Incidentally, in his previous life his culinary skills, where staple foods were nutritional supplements, sometimes meant that cooking was somewhat common with experimentation, and he was vainly level even though he hadn't practiced much.

(You can't keep it to yourself because of the smell. "Curry Pa" and let's all make it and eat it)

It was Pharma I think we should have a curry party.

After lunch break, the three return to the pharmacy, and Pharma says, "I don't want to buy anything in the market," and gives Cedric a gift as well, who was leaving a message. It has two amber crystal stones, a luxury wand.

"Thank you for everything, Mr. Cedric. This is just how I feel."

"Hmm... this is! Is it okay? Just looking at it, it's a very expensive and high performance wand, the material is total dowel wood tailored, the crystal stone is full gun yellow, and the design is elegant. It will bring out 150% of the ability to hold hands."

My mouth came out of Cedric's mouth as fast as a machine gun, as the shopkeeper at the sceptre store had said. Like Ellen, he showed a side of cane mania. I'm not familiar with Pharma, so I just ordered "the sturdiest and most high-performance of all" from the store owner.

"Kee, I'm glad you like it"

Cedric's wand is not only for divinity, but is also somewhat of a walking aid. The cane he had was old and lacked a handshake, so I was overjoyed.

"You said you liked it. We must also encourage the practice of divinity."

Cedric, who was putting everything into fertilizing and maintaining the soil in the Pharmaceutical Gardens of the de Medicis family, doesn't seem to be very good at general aggressive theology. Still, I got a cane because of it, so I'll give it a special training for future events, and I smiled.

A pharmacist from his father Bruno's apprentice came to the pharmacy with a horse where he was open this afternoon.

"Dear Farma. Could you come to the medicine school this evening? It's a call from the Director General."

"From your father? You mean it's too late to ask about errands when you get home?

My father will communicate his plans to Pharma at the mansion at the latest in the morning. If that means today, then I guess it's today's decided, sudden call on business.

"And Master Eleonor."

"Me too? Ugh."

Eleonor's face, who was listening to him like any other HR, turns true and gets wrapped up in tension. My direct master's call seems to scare the hell out of me even though I'm a first-class pharmacist.

"Originally, I'm going to see Professor Casper's progress in his research on Actinomyces this evening, so I'm going to college either way"

Pharma opens the schedule book and confirms the appointment. Pharma's schedule was filled with surprises. Pharmacy sales, as well as research cooperation with Professor Casper and confirmation of the construction process of the Pharmaceutical Plant in Marseille, make Pharma's schedule book black. Travel to the Nedale Country is also bumpy. And then there's the writing of pharmaceutical textbooks, etc.

"That's good"

The disciples look relieved.

"Did you find a new disease?

Pharma asked if the medicine should be prepared and taken.

"You don't need your belongings"

"Really?

Then what, it was Pharma and Ellen twisting their necks.

…━━…━━…━━…

Pharma and Ellen close the pharmacy early in the evening and head out on horses to Saint-Fluve Imperial School of Medicine.

It is the highest standard pharmaceutical university in the empire, boasting a vast estate area of ​ ​ the capital, Bruno de Medicis, headed by a general director (like the dean), and a training institute for first- and second-degree pharmacists throughout the empire.

There are currently four court pharmacists recognized in the Empire (who can examine royal nobility, including the Emperor), including Pharma. There are only 21 first- and second-degree pharmacists who can examine the royal nobility. Very little. Imperial senior pharmacists have strict acceptance criteria, and graduates of pharmaceutical schools are taking advanced pharmacist exams while operating unqualified in Imperial Capital, or are advanced pharmacists on loose standards outside the country.

Ellen, the most disciple of General Bruno and a combination of theological and pharmaceutical talents and passing the first-degree pharmacist exam at only fifteen because she is too good, is now not directly involved in the university. She was the type of person who wanted to face patients rather than come to the lab, not the main research, but the main practice of aristocracy before. Although this place had been ordered by Bruno to become clear to a different world pharmacy.

Fine buildings such as herbal gardens, research buildings, lecture buildings, theological experimental buildings, canteens and student dormitories are built on university grounds. Pharma and Ellen descend from the horse, through a beautifully tidied courtyard where the great fountain makes a cool noise. Medicine students who know Ellen have followed her from behind as if they were in an idol chase. Some students shook hands and left.

"You're popular, Ellen."

Apparently, while in school, there was something like Ellen's fan club.

"It's been two years since I graduated. How do you know that? I miss you, alma mater."

Ellen seems to miss her first alma mater in a long time.

"Waiting for you, Master de Medicis, Ms Bonufois"

The two were called to the large conference room in the research building as they were guided by their disciples. Farma wonders that it was not the Director-General's Office that was called in.

The large conference room is a large room with high ceilings and a chandelier. Many gentlemen and ladies were present. All of them are of a large aristocratic class.

"Looks like the professor's meeting is about to start."

Ellen checked inside from the gap in the door. It was just a professor she knew.

"Shall we come back after the meeting? You'll get in the way."

Pharma asks his disciple. If the meeting is to begin, it is also bad to call Bruno personally from now on. Bruno is the general director, so the progress of the professorial association is also combined. Professor Casper seems to be inside too, so let's hang around the school, when I was thinking,

"No, come in as you are. Ladies and gentlemen, please wait for Lady Pharma and Lady Eleonor."

"Yeah? Is that okay?

"Hey, I didn't hear that!?

"Go ahead. There was Master de Medicis and Master Bonufois!

When the disciple told him aloud inside, he opened the door to the conference room with momentum. Simultaneous gaze gathers from inside the meeting room.

"Come in."

"Uh, yes."

I had no choice but to get out in front of the professors, Pharma and Ellen.

"Are you here?"

Bruno's voice sounded. Sitting sloppily in front of a long conference desk, depicting a loose arch, were leading professors and lecturers at the Imperial School of Medicine. In the deepest part of it, Bruno, the Director-General, sat down.

"Excuse me during the meeting"

Pharma and Ellen meet with the professors.

"Actually..."

Bruno has a bad tooth cut.

"General Manager"

A distinct deputy general director with a well-bellied, exploded gray hair of hair took up his seat.

"I know it's hard to tell your son from your father, so I'm here."

Farma finds herself up to what the deputy general seems to say that has nothing to do with it.

"You can also preface it. Welcome, both of you. The University will be establishing a new Department of General Pharmacy starting next year. I'd like the Pharmacist to take the whip there as the chief professor."

"Yes......?

Pharma came off all assumptions and nearly stopped thinking.

"To put it bluntly, could you take on a professor at the Imperial School of Medicine?"

And another professor affirmed.

"And I would like to ask Ms Bonufoer for the support of a busy teacher in the same lab. We are open to lecturers."

Ellen also had her mouth wide open and stiff.

A lot of anticipation was poured on the two of them, and Pharma wonders what's wrong.

"Because I'm not out of college, and I'm a kid who hasn't even grown up yet. I was wondering if I could meet your expectations."

He also thought it was a less effective excuse. But Farma didn't really want to teach at the university right now.

"It is only with understanding that you are young. But it can be taken for granted in light of the performance to glory. During the past year, we invented something microscopic, developed a special effect of leukemia, and not only that, but even the spread of black death was stopped by the invention of that new drug. The successive cures of incurable diseases are greatly to be commended for their accomplishments."

It is not known that the emperor had leukemia, but it seems rumoured that Pharma created the cure for it.

The Deputy Director General said, "Excellent!" He began to applaud by himself, "the professors followed. It is a round of applause. Bruno coughed and seemed to look at them with a step-by-step look.

"It's not a habitual move. You are a prodigy."

"Who would come up with a drug from my research that only seemed like a hobby?"

Professor Casper also speaks with excitement. Indeed, Farma has provided direct guidance on Professor Casper's research.

"No, um..."

Great admiration from the professors. Aside from flattery, Pharma, unfamiliar with what he could earnestly say, began to shrink gradually. Until now, Pharma's new medication has been all about his father's merits, so let's get to the truth, but he may have finally exposed himself to the professors.

(Got hit... it's gonna be hard to move, this is)

Pharma was the thought of chewing the umbilical cord. Conversely, my father, who had previously fully supported Pharma and allowed him to act freely, finally used his social position as lord of honor and university director to encircle Pharma.

"I'm proud to say that the professors here are the best brains in the country, but perhaps in a bunch, sadly, it's not in your knowledge and drug discovery skills"

The Deputy General made a pitiful comment. But there was no one who was averse to the word.

Totally right, they were agreeing verbally.

"Truly on my own, as a college, I want to learn your knowledge. I'm not going to discuss non-academic issues like you're eleven or you're not an adult."

My father probably said Pharma was a drug god possessed or something at the professorial council earlier. Or maybe rumors or something have spread too widely to hide that Pharma is out there.

And everyone still confirms with their eyes that Pharma has no shadow. You can't get away with it.

Farma was blocked on the escape route. But I guess it's my father's intention not to ask him "if he's possessed of the drug god," not to point out "isn't there a shadow," and not to dare touch the mystery of such Pharma.

(What do you mean, Father?)

Pharma looked to his father and tried to explore sincerity but could not read his father's expression.

Farma is also a man who was an associate professor at the university in his previous life, it is not a rash to belong to the university and live a research life. Backward education is what we'd rather have here. But to drive the pharmaceutical world in this world, it's too evil to stand out in the figure of an 11-year-old to stand on the surface stage.

The danger to ourselves and to the employees of the pharmacy is too great.

So when it came to what he, the boy, could do now, it was to write pharmaceutical texts under water, keeping the author's name down. If you read that, you wanted to make it understandable to anyone who aspires to pharmacy, whether that's 100 or 200 years from now, and use it for basic education at the University of Pharmacy.

And Farma herself wanted to face the patient in the relationship between man and man, rather than facing the lab with komori drugs in her life. I also really want you to give me a break from being treated and believed by the drug gods.

But I guess my father is my father and I have an idea.

If you have unknown knowledge in front of you, then it is within your reach.

Whatever means you have, you'll want to brighten up all of that. That's the sex of a scholar.

"I don't mean to impose, what do you think"

My father turns to Pharma and asks in a quiet tone.

I never like it, not that. We need to think more carefully about whether we can take it now, Pharma just thinks so.

"Hmm. Let's ask Ms Bonufoer first, what shall we do?"

"Me? I, if I may be commanded by my master, will accept"

Bruno had his eye on Ellen beforehand to restrain him. The only reply allowed to Ellen is YES. Bruno was making an intimidation that depending on the response, it wouldn't just happen. In front of Bruno, the master, it is Ellen, who atrophies.

"That's right. Farma, what will you do?"

"Then I, too, if I am a lecturer"

A professor is not much. Too conspicuous. Just about a part-time lecturer.

"Unfortunately, the lecturer's frame is now filled. It's the professor's post you're wearing."

Even though it's a new undergraduate post, there's no way, Farma wanted to stick around but couldn't help it.

"I am also the owner of a different world pharmacy, so I can support the pharmacy business..."

"You can just ask students to give lectures, working hours are free. I don't mind just a few hours a day."

The Deputy General makes a quick concession. When I made that excuse or this, I was crushed from the edge of what I said, "I don't mind if you let me go". If so,

(Well, if I raised my students directly, would they be more of an expert after me and it turns out better that way...)

That makes sense, too, is a belly-up Pharma.

In some cases, you may be able to entrust the practice of a different world pharmacy itself when something happens.

"Then I'll take it. but I can feel it being a full-time professor. Please hire with a deadline"

Pharma said that in agony.

"Well, thank you, Professor Farma de Medicis. Instructor Eleonor Bonufois"

"Yes..."

In the meantime, the conversation became very confusing.

Therefore, the Saint Fluve Imperial School of Medicine, due to unusual personnel, decided to hire an 11-year-old special professor, as well as a single lecturer.