Parallel World Pharmacy Vol 4 Chapter 4.4

Published at 17th of March 2020 06:04:16 AM

Different World Pharmacy Volume 4 Chapter 4 Part 4

Translator: blacklotus

Holy Land Infiltration

“Salomon-san, you said your veins were closed.”

On the way home from the church, Falma checks with Ellen.

“I think it’s harder for the head priest than to die.”

To put it bluntly, it was an irreparable treatment for a magician.

“Can the veins open and close?”

“Yes, but I think there’s a way to prevent it from opening again… as I said, it’s probably over there. I hope it’s such a disgrace that you shouldn’t kill yourself early.”

Ellen held her head that she was more worried about the proud head priest.

That night, Falma returned to the house and could not sleep. I don’t know what kind of treatment Salomon is being treated now because he has been forced from the position of head priest, and his veins have been closed…

I don’t know what to do, but I felt responsible for involving him.

“If I enter a Holy Land, I wonder if something will happen.”

I remember Salomon’s words that I’ve always exchanged.

He said that he would go into the darkness to see the great treasure in the church and that it was possible. Salomon recognizes that they can’t get into the house at night when security is weak. It is a temple which reveals the existence of Falma very keenly, but it does not react unless it touches the floor directly. In other words, you don’t have to put your feet on the floor or touch the wall.

Even though he sent a dove from the empire to the Holy Land to inform them of the existence of Falma, the letter would not yet have reached the Holy Land. In the meantime, if anything should happen to him, he could not sleep leisurely.

Falma got out of bed, held his wand and opened the window.

“Shall we get on?”

I wanted to confirm his safety.

No matter where Salomon was or where he was confined, he had the confidence to be able to find Salomon in an instant above the sacred land by using his medical examination.

That’s because Salomon has congenital abnormalities. I could see it from the Divine eye, but I didn’t care about it as it didn’t interfere with my daily life. Salomon’s characteristic is about one out of every 7,000 people.

Judging from the number of priests, there must be only one person in a holy land.

He was a completely visceral inversion, reverse to normal in all visceral positions.

　…━━…━━…━━…

“Salomon-san,”

At midnight, in the cell of a prison cell in a snow-bound holy land, Salomon, shuddering with cold, heard a little groan outside the window.

“What is it…?

“It’s Falma”.

Looking out of the window, I saw a boy floating on a stick. In the darkness, Falma came as far as the window of the prison.

“Oh, what’s this, my dear… Falmsama?”

Salomon is surprised at the appearance of Falma.

It was simply incomprehensible to think how he had come to this point, and how he knew that Salomon was imprisoned.

“I know very little of the situation, but I don’t know if it’s because of me… I thought.”

It is a great distance from the Imperial capital to the Holy Land.

Falma used his wand to fly. Falma has been heavily clothed to fly over the winter. Though his body trembled with cold.

“How did you know this place?”

“You have some instruments. I was worried, and I’m glad you’re safe.”

Falma revels and rejoices in his safety. As expected, there was only one person who was completely visceral in the sky above the sacred land.

“Why, I’m sorry, sir, for such a trifling man.”

Salomon wept with delight and regret.

“Thank you for your service, Salomon-san, and it’s nothing of the sort.”

“Thank you. . . . .”

Salomon was too much obliged to say the last word.

Chapter end