Parallel World Pharmacy

Farma had returned from Merseil to the Imperial Capital and managed to do so every day in a rush of rage.

It has been a month since Bruno stayed in the Holy Nation and began studying the psychotropic system.

A week after the university's spring break ended and Natalie Blondell's lack of recurrence of the tumor was confirmed, Ellen and Palle fulfilled their routine due to triviality, Lotte received a request to produce a portrait of the Holy Emperor and a plan for the construction of a biomass pool was approved on Merseil territory.

Four days after Theodore last fell.

Three days after Palais was able to use unchanging divinity.

Farma was still at work today, usually at the pharmacy.

"Dear Farma, I think a telegram has arrived."

Lotte, who always delivered the message of a message pigeon, recently brought a wire recording form here.

The history that led to the situation was remarkable in the development of communication technology, and cross-world pharmacies were beginning to contain wireless communications from all over Teito. Wireless communications were about to be registered with the Imperial Technical Agency, or between Imperial Capital and neighboring cities. Other countries that looked at it with their fingers crossed are also looking to use it by paying permission and royalties to Saint Fleuve.

Pharma earlier decided in the agreement on the bandwidth to be used by the state to avoid mixing.

Telecommunications were also opened between Saint-Fluve Pharmaceutical University and different world pharmacies.

The communications room was renovated part of the third floor of the pharmacy to create a small room with communication facilities.

Specialist correspondents pack and send and receive during business hours.

The rooftop biographical pigeon I was packing at the pharmacy was not helpful, but somewhat retarded.

They are returned to their former pigeonhouses, where they live gracefully, birded at noon and stumbling on their raisins without a job. Dedicated messenger Tom also ran less frequently to the university of medicine.

But he will not be unemployed, and he is in close contact with the private house, each pharmacy and the pharmacists.

As a result of developments in communications technology, Pharma's workload increased enormously.

There are prescription consultations coming to different world pharmacies wirelessly, prescriptions, etc.

Its busy. Besides, Theodore said, "I want to send diagrams and reactive formulas. It's too late in the mail or the biographical dove," so Farma suggested two main ways to send the diagrams.

The first suggestion was to define the mass to be drawn and to specify and send its coordinates.

However, it is necessary to compress the data due to saving power and drawing manpower.

Encoding was attempted by a radio technician who hated the hassle, using continuous compression (run-length compression), etc.

White and black are defined by 0 and 1, white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white-white

The amount of data that could be communicated increased, but with the increase in the amount of data, the decryptor made frequent mistakes.

So, a user consultation with me about something that I couldn't automate came under Pharma.

I thought it was the turn of the computer, but Pharma was also too busy spreading her hand in computer development.

As a rush forward, Pharma applied an electrode to the tip of the pendulum and registered with the technical bureau the principle of being a facsimile prototype, Pantelegrafo, which uses the reciprocation to run the surface of the wobbly curved copper plate to read the manuscript and deliver it to a remote location.

Surprisingly, one image delivery technique after another began to be invented using it as an opportunity.

One technician thought it would be more efficient to read a picture while rotating it by pasting a picture or diagram all around the cylinder rather than the pendulum, and the receiving side succeeded in receiving the picture by synchronizing the rotational speed of the cylinder with the movement of the needle.

In response, some of them contemplated a mechanism whereby the intensity of light was changed to a signal, signaled, read and transmitted, and the receiving side converted and described the intensity of the signal to an ink concentration using a photoelectric tube previously registered with the technical bureau.

One step before the movie film can be done, such a movement is coming.

It will be only a matter of time before someone comes up with it.

The technical bureau began registering a wide variety of transmission technologies under real names.

Farma had penetrated anonymity, which would mean that registration of real names of non-Farma technicians and businessmen had begun.

When a patent is registered under its real name, it becomes like competition because it receives bounties and patent fees from the technical bureau. Well side meetings of technicians and scholars began. Some started doing business like a patent office that represented them in the writing of registration documents.

The technical bureau had people who went to work every day trying to use the new technology, and some came to register, which was enlivened by technological developments.

In time, a move emerged to create the Saint-Fluve Institute of Technology, which they willingly organized and until then renamed the Saint-Fluve Imperial School of Technology, a college of industrial guilds, to also encompass public-private joint telecommunications technologies, among others. We may compete individually, but it is a process whereby technicians come together to bottom up the empire's technical capabilities as a whole.

With the Holy Emperor's ink, I heard he's ready to open a new school next spring.

Farma thinks much is fine.

If a different technology was invented than modern communications and industrial technology, that would be interesting.

From this stream, naturally, Pharma, who frequently comes to the reception of registrations, began to be marked by the technicians of Imperial Capital. When Pharma came out of the technical bureau, he was surrounded by ambushed technicians and asked to dig for root leaves, so he decided to send Cedric as an agent when registering his technology.

Cedric, who was entering and leaving the Patent Office at Pharma's request, realizes that registration with fraudulent content has begun to appear. So bright in the law, he struck his hands beforehand to prevent the bad guys from entering, and examined the technical bureau for the inclusion of provisions that imposed restrictions on use and registration.

Therefore, it was touched that "those registered with the technical bureau will be pre-screened for the validity of the technology, and the malicious ones will be severely punished after the publication of their real and company names".

Farma was closely interacting with Theodore and sending instructions while she was concerned about the Jeans' trends. Because Pharma is too loud for labor management to be wary of overwork deaths, Theodore has a headache getting information that he has started building labs at home. Making a lab at home is a hard place to work practically 24 hours a day.

When it comes to Emerich, where Kayashi Lab is home, Farma's eyes are on him, and labor management is decent. Emerich seems to have been able to afford to live by being epistled, and there are no more pharmacist bytes for life, and he is even more devoted to research.

"Mr. Theodore, you went to work after another high fever"

When Pharma is troubled, he cares about his brother as Selst finishes customer service and writes his medication history.

Selst moved near an otherworldly pharmacy to be able to cope well with repeated raids of evil spirits, so the children often came to visit the pharmacy.

"My brother seems to have found a vocation as an alchemist and he must be tenacious. But if you shouldn't go to work in that situation, don't you see? You'll be stuck with other workers."

"I don't think I'm punishing you for saying it, for saying it, for saying it"

"Heh heh, I used to get sick too, but since I started working at this pharmacy, I stopped getting any fever or colds at all"

Needless to say, that was the occasional of Pharma's unfolding passive skill "sanctuary," but Pharma laughs affectionately.

"Speaking of which, once upon a time, my brother was stuck in the lab, and when I tapped into the room, he fell for two days in the Chamber with the pot on fire."

"Stay on fire in the Chamber...... I guess carbon monoxide poisoning"

"It's a joke that you almost died."

"That wasn't really a joke."

Pharma becomes a true face.

Merseil alchemists led by Theodore ran and just prayed not to let it go.

Alchemists who use water attribute theology are good at extracting and potting pharmaceutical ingredients without using fire, but when it comes to what fire attribute theology does, it's all about the process of using flames and heat, such as drying, distillation, boiling, melting and combustion. Inevitably, there are many accidents. Of course, fire attribute theology users have a strong defense against flames, but equipment, equipment, etc. burn and blow up together.

(Even in modern times, there are no explosions in the lab or ruptures of equipment.)

Occasionally explode in college to keep the news busy.

Farma is worried that I hope you don't come up with a lot of ideas.

I always try to get my experiment plan submitted by phone or telegram, but I don't have to worry about it.

"I have taught organic and inorganic chemistry and specialized subjects and safety courses."

"Flameproof, explosion-proof. How about getting dressed up with a divine team?

Rebecca suggests.

"You'd better do that. Improve your protective glasses."

Pharma just decided to accept it.

"By the way, Rebecca, haven't you been yellow lately? I'm not threatening you, but is your liver okay or anything?

In a stream that has been discussed with Rebecca, Celst points out at a delicate time.

He seems to suspect it's jaundice. I thought Farma didn't, so I'll follow up.

"Have you taken too many green and yellow vegetables or citrus fruits?

"Yikes! I took a nutrient! It's Citrus dermatosis -!

Rebecca turned bright red in her face.

He seemed to be sleepless at night studying to take the first-class pharmacist's exam this summer, which was caused by buying all the pharmacy nutritional drinks at a branch close to home. That was Rebecca with the memorization coming out of her mouth smoothly.

From this year onwards, the contents of the first-level pharmacist's exam questions have added modern medicines and increased in difficulty.

"If you only studied, you'd take it."

"I'm not."

When Pharma is laughing at Rebecca, hey, and Ellen is putting her face out of the counseling booth. Pharma, who perceived it to be an eye-catching story, closes the curtain face to face with Ellen and sits in the booth.

"What's wrong?

"Hey, Farma. I don't know, I used a check-up eye. Sometimes I've been blind for a while?

"No, I don't."

Ellen didn't seem serious, but she looked like she couldn't even miss it.

"I'm trying to use my check-up eye for a long time... I feel dazzled by the eyes I used for a while."

"What about the pain?

"I don't. Hmmm...... what is it? Tired eyes, I guess."

"Aren't you focusing too much?

Perhaps you should not use the diagnostic eye on a daily basis, Farma advised.

It doesn't involve Ellen using a day's worth of divine power once she uses her diagnostic eye. Seems to be devising and attempting clairvoyance in a very short time, but it still meant the two of them were the limit.

"I guess Ellen's using the eye exam is a strain on her body."

Pharma thinks.

Even Pharma only uses the diagnostic eye when it's here. There was also no guarantee that "humans" like Ellen would use their extrahuman abilities to no harm. Pharma peeks into Ellen's eyes, but he doesn't look inflamed. There was no abnormality in the eyeball itself. Stared at by Pharma, Ellen can illuminate slightly.

"Oh, hey. Stare so hard. Farma, you've grown something."

"I'm worried, don't tear it up."

Approximately to Pharma's apprehension, Ellen laughed lightly and took a seat, opening the booth curtain with momentum.

"Hehe, you're taking this too seriously. You can't deplete your divine powers, and I'll refrain from using your diagnostic eye. Thanks."

"Also, let me know if you have weird symptoms. I'm worried about you."

"Okay. Thank you, Farma. I knew I'd get rattled trying to be like you."

"It's so helpful for Ellen to help, but if the symptoms continue, you should stop. Don't push me."

Pharma cares about Ellen, but somehow felt something to catch on to.

I have never been blinded by the use of a medical eye.

I immediately looked at Ellen, but Ellen's left eye had a blue light. If it's blue, it means it'll heal.

Pharma convinced me that I must have been temporarily blind.

"On April 16, 1148, the second landing on the New World,

As Admiral Jean took a step to land, the applause of the sailors out on the deck was stirred.

Just twenty-two days after sailing, the crew of two hundred Gabonese Continental Expeditions reached the Gabonese Continent on the fastest voyage.

Landed is the southern region of the continent's east coast.

Behind the sprawling sandy beaches of bright white sand beaches are abundant forest areas and vegetation. It's just fun like New Heaven and Earth.

"This is the Gabonese continent... you've really arrived..."

Clara, who became like a dry object with low blood pressure, manages to stay caught in the boat and asks.

"I'm sure we've arrived, but how do you call that?"

"But that's the name I got"

The sailor replies just as well. Admiral Jean looked uncomfortable,

"Fair enough, send me a telegram to the continent tonight. Everybody's gonna be worried."

"Yes, Your Holiness will be delighted."

"That's Admiral Jean. I didn't think you'd make it this fast."

"If the Admiral were in command of the fleet, he would feel like aboard a big ship."

The sailors flaunt Admiral Jean's sailing skills.

There were quite a few reasons for the thick trust in Admiral Jean.

When he was young, he first found the shortest route from the Empire to East Idon, making his fame as a navigator immovable. A legendary sailor who has greatly benefited the Empire with the development of new routes and since organizing the East Idon Company has left pirates after colonial targets and also won numerous naval wars.

I don't know where the tailed praise stays that I didn't just repel the pirates, but also chased away the great evil spirits that raze the waters.

The admiral, who had difficulty lifting excessively, first decided to impersonate Pharma, who was not on the spot.

"I didn't even encounter evil spirits in demonic waters this time for some reason, and thanks to all the shopkeepers standing around,"

"Sure, you've been amazingly direct. Last time, evil spirits were cursed, and we were blessed with good weather."

"I hope it goes well home..."

Admiral Jean yawns relaxed.

Clara also landed with a tired face and the unloading began.

The convoys arrive one after the other, and divine formations are laid by the sea to ensure safety, and full outboard activity begins. Clara also happily slammed onto the beach and moved like a breaststroke on the sandy beach.

"Ha Ah, land is the best after all. Sand! Ah, sand! Now you don't have to finally get drunk -!

"Ha, my lady, that's not the best!

"I think I'm going to throw up when I think I'm going home. Yep..."

"Don't throw up today."

During the voyage, there were also stops on uninhabited islands and so on, but the days of not staying very long in haste lasted for a few hours.

Though the entire duration of the voyage was only a short time away, Clara was just missing the land.

"Well, let's just give it a little push."

Admiral Jean, who was short, climbed over the cargo box and began to brief.

"Gentlemen, as you know, the purpose of this journey is to secure a base, followed by surveys for exploration and cartography. I explained the next steps on board, but don't fight wildlife and evil spirits as hard as you can. I don't know where the evil spirits nest is."

The sailors listen with a strange face.

It's the end of a roll when you encounter an evil spirit out of your control and you're chased to sea. I can't get away with it.

Clara's prophecy was that there would be no total destruction of the fleet, that there would be no dead, but neither would the prophecy promise safety, and when might we find ourselves in a situation of imminent death.

"Because wildlife still doesn't know what evil spirits are in the New World. Join three teams: the Food and Resource Explorer, the Surveying Unit, and the Divine Arts Formation and Base Construction Team. The stay lasts up to a month, not just the food that's been loaded. Suppose you leave when you run out of food and supplies for your stay. Do you have any questions?

"Admiral!"

"Yes, there."

Admiral Jean shrugged his chin. Another ship commander was raising his cane.

"Should we not eat fruit, water, beasts, etc. from the new continent? If you can get more food, you can stay longer."

"Silly! The owner of another world pharmacy told me so much about the pre-departure training! All you can say is the food you brought from your home country, the water you put out by the divine magicians, this is all you need! Um, that one. Contaminated with unknown pathogens? Maybe they will? Because even without pathogens, it could be contaminated with heavy metals or something? Difficult story, I don't know! Anyway, you can't do that!

Admiral Jean didn't know about half the description of Pharma, but he instructed his men not to eat anything local, and he intends to keep Pharma's words to himself.

The food runs out due to unforeseen circumstances and is also given the "How to Identify Edible Food" as a last resort and the "Manual on How to Make Drinking Water," but this was really a last resort and basically they told me never to drink.

It is also accompanied by the use of divine arts that can be used to detect poisons, but it is forbidden to overstate divine arts in the old continent with those that are also common in the new continent.

I don't need a stretched investigation. If there are any rare plants or fruits, take pictures, collect them and take them home.

Wildlife surveys shall also be carried out to the extent possible.

Lay the flame magic team and others given separately by Lotte at the survey base and carry out surveys to the nearest water field. The search for gems and gold is also a concern but should not be too greedy. Merit hearts are lives.

"Even if it's unknown, if you try feeding it to the dog you brought in, you'll probably know if it's poisonous, right? Let's secure our territory. If you're bluffing, another country might come."

To put it this way is Noah Le Nôtre, a knight and formerly the empress's lowest name. He was on board under a pseudonym, but he sailed and said to Clara about the fifth day, "It's Master Notre, isn't it? I've seen you in the social world," he instantly found out. Why Noah, the son of a famous nobleman, is caught up in a dangerous voyage, is the secret destiny of Holy Emperor Elizabeth. He had been given a secret assignment to infiltrate.

"Oh, you listened to me! There's also a slow-acting poison. Don't wait till what you planted grows! There's territory, there's claws, you take New Heaven and Earth!

"Raise the flag of the empire, and the place you measured it is in the territory. What is it? If we don't hurry, we'll get ahead of ourselves."

"I assure you, yes, but no one but us has reached the new continent! There's no country with that kind of sailing skills."

"I don't know!

Admiral Jean and I were talking to each other, but at the end of the day Noah broke tired of a tongue fight.

Still, the sailors looked over the flats and opened them into tunnels, checked the soil, made enclosures in the Divine Arts formations to be fields, and planted seeds and seedlings of several crops, such as mackerel, turnips, maquauli, micans, apples and oranges, brought from their home countries.

"" The fruit of the earth. ""

Soil attribute theology users work together to promote cultivation theology.

You go home once while you're growing these crops, and when you start growing up, you go back and cover a safe food supply. Local fruits may be taken home to study and make sure they are not toxic before eating from the next time.

This place is much more patient.

Regular correspondence with the Empire that night brought glorious reports of the Gavan continental landing. It's not just Morse this time, it's voice communication. The sailors who received the jade sound of the Nerd from the Holy Emperor were extremely impressed.

The sailors return to the ship for safety at night and to avoid encounters with evil spirits, revealing the night.

At night, on guard of the intruders into the ship, all the cabins were locked and the Divine Arts regiment, taking turns to keep watch.

The next morning, exploration activities for the continent began early.

And in the morning, about a few hours after the start of the exploration, the base panicked.

"The lake! There was a clear, bright water lake!

The expedition was about a kilometre inland, finding a large lake and returning.

If there is a water field, I would be happy to create a settlement or something.

"When we found the water field, it was decided that the discoverer would name it, wasn't it?

So it was named Lac de Gabin.

"Nah, why are you naming me there?"

"I wanted to gavan the names of the places I reached."

"All of you. Yeah, wow!

Admiral Jean, who was slightly moaning at the shabby response, realized that he was there as he jerked around his beard.

"Hmm? How did you check that Shimizu's? I thought you drank it.

"Um, well, I got a bump in my mouth."

The sailors made a painful excuse.

"I want to wash my body a little... so, but a good bath!

"Are there no dangerous organisms in that lake?

"Crocodile was sunbathing, but I drove him over there in the divine arts."

Around immobile to encounters with large carnivores, reliable.

"There may be cannibals."

"The water is so transparent that it can be seen all the way to the bottom of the lake, but there were no other large organisms besides Crocodile."

The Divine Artist of the Guard reports.

The encounter with Crocodile is a major problem if you are a civilian sailor, but with a divine sailor accompanying you, you could easily retreat. Admiral Jean is pushed.

"Mmm... when I take a water bath, it says to water the container and put some medicine in it. Swimming in lakes and rivers is unexpected."

Jean raised and lowered his glasses to Pharma's "Absolute Compliance!" Check the note.

Marjolaine Poincaré, the accompanying pharmacist who had heard it, also kept his mouth shut. She is Bruno's high brother, a clinician with two qualifications: an alchemist and a first-degree pharmacist. He received pre-flight training in Farma and was accompanying him by order of Bruno.

"The Pharma de Medicis teacher tells us that water quality testing and microbiological surveys are mandatory when we inevitably use local raw water. Purifying theology is not enough. Water quality inspection takes time"

But the sailors don't listen to Majorene.

"Don't exaggerate like that"

"Water quality inspection, how many hours does it take? I can't wait, the sun goes down"

"Even in my own country, swimming in lakes and rivers is normal. What the hell is at stake?"

"Contains poison or heavy metals or may cause infection"

In any case, it is a journey with detailed rules as a sailor and heaps of tightening.

The patience of the sailors during their stressful lives seemed to have reached its limits.

Majorene gets overwhelmed and troubled.

"Ya, I'll hurry up and inspect... please wait..."

"Ah well, you don't have to drink water! There's plenty of bright blue fish underwater! It's not safe to have fish."

"At least since I checked the water quality!

The sailors began to bathe in unintentional water without even listening to Majorene.

Ooh, the sailors who multiply each other with water and incandescent, they don't stop anymore.

The transparent and turbulent water had a captivating beauty and many wanted to purify their bodies sticky with sea breezes and sweat.

Aww, and Marjolaine's face is pale with her hands sticking forward.

Towards her like that, the cook was grinning with a rolled shell with a golden shell in his hand.

"Look, there's a lot of beautiful shellfish on the bottom of the water. I wonder if this tastes good."

"With such bare hands!

"The pharmacists are too clean. Put the fire through and you'll be safe! Stir-fried with spices and oil would be excellent."

I also have a rather unpleasant feeling about Clara seeing how it is, and I advise her to be naughty.

"Um, I'd rather not touch that... I have a really bad feeling, that's what my patron saint says"

"Once again, I care too much."

"I wonder..."

Clara and accompanying pharmacist Majorene had a weak push and said one word at a time face-to-face with each other.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

You said I was dangerous from a hygienic point of view.

"If anything happens"

"Even if you suffer from an infection, we are equipped with medicines that will just hold up for a while... it is not assumed that everyone will have the same disease"

Majorene took out something called the "Standing Medicines and Sanitary Products Notebook" to show it.

Clara's and Majorene's concerns were also approximate, and nothing happened to the sailors that day.

Neither the water quality test carried out in great haste nor the bacteriological test were problematic.

"Turbidity, chromaticity, number of bacteria, hydrogen index, no problem in general. Completing Pharmacist Water Quality Indicators"

Not suitable for drinking, but in time for domestic water. Filter and you can drink.

Majorene seemed perfectly relieved.

The next day, nothing happened. On the contrary, there were more swimming poorly. Some of them began to sneak out and bake fish. Admiral Jean also had to admit, "If you put the fire through well," The thread of tension is broken, such air drifts.

No matter who told me, this lake was becoming safe.

"This blue fish, when roasted, will make the urchin crisp and good."

"Come on, I don't like fish"

"Mr. Clara was about to take a bath."

"I'm in time for water attribute theology."

Mr. Clara, it's Terrine from Crocodile.

"I won't shy away"

Clara stubbornly said no.

The bad guy, it seems, but when you have a bad feeling, you better not all act the same. That was Clara's survival technique.

Then in a week, the Gaban Continental Expedition ensured a safe living area a few kilometres north and south of the landing strip.

Gavan Mountain, Gavan Valley, Gavan River, Gavan all over the place.

Both wildlife and the evil spirits that occur retreated in the activity of the divine use of war.

Noah seemed to be looking out for a gloomy land.

The survey also continues steadily, creating a brand new map. The sails were full of wind and the sailors were regarded as lively.

... with the exception of just one.

"The patron saint's trust... I wonder if it's off..."

He is Clara, who couldn't stop palpitating during the day and didn't sleep very well while offering prayers to the traveling god. Speaking of Clara's routine, the splendor of "divining today's fortune and advising Admiral Jean" (?) It's a job.

It also has the effect of fortune telling, and all sailors have not been hit by any minor injuries or illnesses.

And yet too much clara is sinking, so the sailor decides, "It's stress," and he says, "Bullshit? If you can't sleep, do you want sleeping pills or anti-anxiety drugs?," Majorene also said of that, "but Clara clearly felt that it was not a problem to be solved with medication.

"Well, there's definitely something... let's go home..."

Clara was hanging tears in her eyes.

Anyway, I just wanted to go back to Imperial Capital without anything.

The sailors, who landed early in the morning, morning and early in the morning when Clara jumped out of a nightmare, fled back screaming.

"There's a connection between the Divine Arts formations we were laying on the base... it's all been destroyed! After someone broke into the base. Materials were destroyed."

"Whatever!

Admiral Jean, who was drinking morning tea, blew tea.

"Has there come enough evil spirits to leave the Divine Arts... ⁉"

The expedition became noisy. Anyway, there was no place nearby that was likely to be a residence for evil spirits, no large wildlife, and the theological users were not particularly responsive.

"No, but if it's a bad spirit, it's safe during the day. Deplete the divine power, but deploy a more powerful divine formation and return the base's luggage to the ship."

Admiral Jean's instructions flew. Accompanying clerics, theological users rebuilt their boundaries and theological formations.

"That's odd. There should be enough evil spirits to break the Divine Arts, but there are no signs left at all"

The cleric snaps his neck.

"Admiral!"

As the work drew to a close, Majorene approached with trembling. Show Admiral Jean something on a dedicated cloth.

"What? With my old eyes."

"My hair was falling off the base floor. Look closely."

"Isn't that sailor's?

"It's black, long straight hair. The owner of this hair is not on our ship… and it has a structure different from that of animal hair… human hair"

Together, the wars ran.

"Look, I guess other countries are ahead of us. Where is it? Is it Spine?

Noah stuffs over to Majorene, but Majorene shakes her head.

Yes, black-haired sailors just don't exist, not on the continent, not in any country, not even in the colonies. When they explained it, everyone had to shut up.

"The only thing we know is that the killer is not an evil spirit, he's a person on this continent."

Clara, the sailors shook up at the beginning.

Admiral Jean directs the sailors to the agitation, stirring and deputy.

"Fly a wire to your home country, there's someone there."

"But radio waves between continents are not stable during the day"

"Now! And let me have that hair and fly the messenger seabird. Show it to the owner."

"I can't, I can't go back this far using the most flying bird"

"I won't ask you if you can. Do it!"

"Yes, I did (Je suis à vas ordres.)"

"Gentlemen, do not fail to prepare your weapons. Point the cannon at all gates, to the shore. The conversation is simple. I don't need a cane to interact with humans."

Admiral Jean was still not moving, he put his hands on the waist pistol he had without letting go of his skin and weaved his coat.

"Our crying children also shut up the invincible fleet. Land, sea, war and shit."