Diablo Destruction

"What a fool."

Looking at Gilleb, who was crying and mute, the old pharmacist sighed softly, and his indifferent face, which was weathered and had seen through the world, also showed a rich expression.

If Sanchi could have spoken to Gilleb at that time, I am afraid that Gilleb would not have misunderstood him for more than ten years. He is really a stupid guy.

When I first started, I thought of this almost immediately, but when I looked at this scroll that looked like a diary and a manuscript, I felt a wonderful sense of integration in my heart, as if Sanji had poured all his emotions into this scroll. Above, and then felt generally by oneself.

Then, gradually understand.

This persistent self-esteem, this clumsy love.

Perhaps, as long as Sanchi announces his purpose to the public early, everyone will understand, all the ridicule will disappear, and Gilleb can understand his father's mood.

However, Sanchi couldn't. He didn't want to share this pressure with his wife, and he couldn't let Gilleb look at him with trust, even if he just asked gently:

"Dad, hasn't mom's medicine been ready yet?"

"Dad, will mom die?"

For this reason, he chose the clumsiest way to bear all the pressure alone, even if he was ridiculed, even if he was misunderstood by Gilleb, even if he imagined Sia's sad expression.

In this family entanglement, the most painful thing is not Shia who is sick in bed, nor Gilleb who hates his father, but Sangji who silently carries everything on his back. Perhaps Shia has already seen this. A little bit, so she never had any hatred in her heart, even at the moment of her death.

"What on earth is this? What on earth is this?! What is the purpose of my hatred for more than ten years?"

Tears covered Gilleb's face, and he clutched his face tightly with his fingers as he cried loudly, almost hoarse.

I hate my father's foolish care and my own ridiculous stubbornness. Even if I could open the scroll immediately after my father's death, I wouldn't have the hatred and decadence of more than ten years.

"Why...why is this happening? What should I do...what should I do? God, please tell me, what should I do?"

Because of what happened to his father and his hatred for him, he stubbornly chose to stay away from his favorite career as a pharmacist. He would rather become a lowly local snake and live a wasteful life. All of this was in Gilleb's heart. Supported by that irresolvable hatred.

Now that the hatred has been exhausted, Gilleb has completely lost his way.

In the whole tent, only Gilleb was muttering to himself. Neither the old pharmacist nor I spoke. This was Gilleb's own choice, just like Sanchi's choice back then.

Gilleb, who inherited the bloodline of Sanchi, has a very stubborn and stubborn idea. No one can help him make a decision. The only one who can redeem or corrupt him is himself.

After a while, the choking in the tent finally stopped. Gilleb, who had stared blankly at Gilleb for a long time, suddenly had his dilated pupils condensed, as if he had made some decision.

"Dong——"

He knelt down to the old pharmacist again and kowtowed his head in a "bumping" manner. His forehead collided with the solid mud, making a loud sound. After several kowtows, blood was already flowing from Gilleb's forehead, but Gilleb's arrangement turned a deaf ear. , still kept knocking, and after knocking for nine times, he raised his head, looked at the old pharmacist with firm eyes, and said five words slowly and forcefully.

"I want to be a pharmacist."

"Really?" The old pharmacist looked at Gilleb with sharp eyes.

"So Gilleb, tell me, why do you want to be a pharmacist? Is it to inherit your father's profession? Or is it to fulfill your mother's last wish, because your name has the word Liebu in it?"

This old man clearly had the attitude of forcing others to become his disciples just now, but now he has taken the initiative to ask for it, and he is putting on a high profile and showing off. This is not how tsundere behaves.

Standing aside, I looked at the old pharmacist who looked like "I am very strict in accepting apprentices. If you want to be my student, answer the questions first." I secretly complained in my heart.

"No, no, neither because of my father nor my mother, but because I want to be a pharmacist."

Under my gaze, Gilleb spoke out the answer from his heart without any hesitation.

"Okay, okay, that's right."

How similar, this look is exactly the same as Sanji's back then. Sanji, Shia, have you seen it?

The old pharmacist's serious expression suddenly softened. He touched his beard and showed a faint kind smile under my stunned eyes.

Can this weird old man laugh? No, we have to find out whether this is the old pharmacist's first smile in decades.

"Very good. From now on, you will be forever cut off from those people and your previous wasteful life. Pack everything for me now. I will get you a tent nearby. Early tomorrow morning, under the sun Move here before it rises, and you are not allowed to be late for a second, do you understand?"

The old pharmacist quickly got into the role, assumed the tone of a strict teacher towards Gilleb, and gave orders that could not be questioned.

"Yes, teacher."

Without any hesitation, Gilleb answered loudly.

"Wait, where is my medicine field?"

Watching the newly formed two teachers and students singing and singing, I finally couldn't help but interjected, although the story is very touching, it is also true that my lovely sister Lena is still waiting for her own herbal medicine.

"Why are you still here?"

The old pharmacist looked at me displeased, with the word "Expelled Guest" written all over his wrinkled face.

"..."

That's why I hate this kind of old man who doesn't know how to speak tactfully.

"Gilebu has promised me to supply me with these two herbs on time."

I looked at this pair of teachers and students with an unkind expression. If they dare to find excuses to deceive me, I don’t care whether he is the most outstanding pharmacist in the camp, or whether he is the son of a genius pharmacist who has inherited the bloodline of a genius pharmacist. I will keep them safe. He was imprisoned in a small dark room and worked as a drug boy for the rest of his life.

"This, teacher..."

Gilleb could finally remember that I was a risk-taker after all. If I broke the contract, the consequences would be very serious. He couldn't help but look at the old pharmacist with a troubled expression.

"Although my father has already researched the formula, these two medicinal fields are his hard work after all, and I want to continue planting them."

"Alright...okay."

The old pharmacist originally didn't want Gilleb to waste too much time on the two medicine fields, and was thinking about how to persuade Gilleb to devote all his energy to studying. After all, he was not young now, so he should seize the time.

At that time, his father Sanji, at Gilleb's age, had been collecting herbs with the old pharmacist for six years, and then he started collecting herbs on his own while studying pharmacology. It took another seven years, a full thirteen years, before he could With such achievements, the profession of pharmacist, even a genius pharmacist, takes time to develop.

But whatever, without this adventurer, Gilleb still doesn't know when he will be able to find his way back. He should just work harder. I hope that this old man will be able to see his students and become a student who can take charge of his own affairs. When the pharmacist.

The old pharmacist sighed. He has lived for many years. As an excellent pharmacist, he has a clearer understanding of his physical condition than anyone else. Gilleb is his second and will be his second son. As the last student, he must pass on all his knowledge to Gilleb during his lifetime.

Then, according to the old pharmacist's instructions, Gilleb was going to pack up the things at home and deal with some finishing touches to the environment he lived in before. But before that, this smart young man still fulfilled my wish, He took me to the medicine field, carefully collected 80 of them, and a hundred of them, and handed them over to me personally.

The cost of this transaction also gave him a lot of money. Although the old pharmacist had excellent medical skills, his weird temper and various difficult rewards made many people reluctant to go to him. For patients who are seriously ill and must go to him, the weird rewards proposed may not bring much rich income to the old pharmacist himself.

So, to put it simply, the life of an old pharmacist is not a problem, but it will definitely not be as wealthy as other first- and second-rate pharmacists. Perhaps this situation will make Gilleb more determined to maintain the two medicine fields, huh Um.

One hundred and eighty herbs were quickly sent to Hagas, who then transported them back to the first world through special channels.

"Elder Hagas, I'll leave it to you from now on."

I nodded gently to this beautiful elder and said politely, I can't stay here for a long time, so from now on, all monthly transactions with Gilleb will be handled by Hagas.

"By the way, this is the transaction fee, it should be enough to last for a long time."

I took out the small brown cloth bag that I had prepared a long time ago, which contained more than a dozen cracked gems. If converted into gold coins, then...

Hmm... (crossing fingers)

Hmm......(closed eyes and meditated)

Hmm…………(veins appear on head)

Anyway...just a lot anyway, ahem, this is a transaction volume that can last at least twenty years, and the potions produced are enough to turn my little Lena into a great prophet.

"Elder Fan is too polite. Lena is the future great elder. This is what the alliance should do. How can I let you spend money?"

Hajias did not finish the bag, but refused with a smile.

"That is why."

Almost half-forced, I thrust the bag into Hagas's hand and said without refusal.

"It is precisely because of this that I don't want the alliance to pay for Lena because she may become a great elder in the future. Do you understand what I mean? Elder Hagas."

If that's the case, it's a disguised form of utilitarianism. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I don't want Lena to feel any pressure.

"Lena must be very happy to have such a careful brother like you. In the future, if you two brothers and sisters work together, I believe that the alliance will be brighter."

This time, Hagas did not refuse. After putting the bag away happily, she sighed happily.

Although I was praised, Hagas' words did not make me feel happy. I always felt that the burden on my shoulders was getting heavier and heavier, dragging Lena into the water with me. If possible, I would like to He took Willas and the others along with him, his baby daughter, and Lena to live a secluded life.

Of course, these words must not be said in front of Hagas, otherwise with her serious personality, she might find time to brainwash me even in her busy schedule.

"By the way, here is a potion formula. Please help me and send it back to Farah for a look."

I suddenly remembered the potion formula I wanted from Gilleb. Considering that his father had paid so much for it, I was embarrassed to offer a low price, but Gilleb readily refused and offered it in person. , and gave me a copy of the prescription for free.

According to him, this is his father's research and has nothing to do with him. This is the dignity of a pharmacist. This prescription should be regarded as Sanchi's donation to the alliance.

Moreover, Gilleb did not do this without selfish motives. He hoped that the alliance could use this prescription to restore a little bit of the reputation of his dead father.

But to be honest, this prescription was prepared by Sangji for his wife alone. It is highly targeted, so it is not very likely to be popularized. The reason why I want to buy it is just because Sangji said that Shia’s The disease is somewhat similar to Lena's disease, and these two rare herbs are also used. Perhaps this prescription will give some inspiration to those pharmacists who are still struggling to study Lena's cure and antidote.

As a result, the formula and one hundred and eighty herbs were sent back to the first world.

Unexpectedly, the herbal matter was solved like this, and even came with a herbal formula that might be helpful to Lena. For me, who is always shrouded in the aura of tragedy, I am really lucky. Now I should Could it be that he is overdrawing his character?

Thinking this a little frightened, I looked at the sky. Although I met Gilleb early in the morning, in the old pharmacist's tent, three or four of Gilleb's past stories had been erased. For an hour, I continued to collect herbs and negotiated deals with Hagas. Unconsciously, the sun quietly began to sink to the west again.

Just like yesterday, my stomach started to growl again because I had not eaten lunch. After hastily solving the problem in the restaurant, I returned to the tent and began to think about the choices before me.

There is still a full month left before the task deadline I set for myself. The unexpected progress made me have no plan for the free month. It is time to plan carefully.

Should she go back immediately and enjoy the gentle hometown of Vilas and the others, or should she show off in front of Akara and use this month to practice hard so that she feels that she is a good young man who is diligent and enterprising, and relax her vigilance in order to gain success in the future? How about more time playing with your beloved little wife and daughters?

Immediate benefits and long-term benefits are really difficult choices for me as a mortal.