Chapter 667 Everything is in order

"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 I understood.

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 by others, even if he was misunderstood by Gilleb, even if he imagined Xia's sad expression.

The most painful thing in this family dispute is not Shia who is ill 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 am I doing with my hatred for more than ten years?"

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

I hate both 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 his hatred has been exhausted, Gilleb has completely lost his way.

In the whole tent, only Gilleb's mumbling was left. 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 sounds 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 flowed 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 obviously had the attitude of forcing others to become his disciples just now, but now they are actively asking for it, and he is pretending to be high-profile. 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, it's not because of my father or 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."

What a resemblance, 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.

This weird old man also smiles? No, I 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 if he is the most outstanding pharmacist in the camp, or 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 to be a drug boy for the rest of his life.

"This, teacher..."

Gilleb finally remembered that I am a risk-taker after all. If I break the contract, the consequences will 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 medicinal 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 talented pharmacist, takes time to develop.

But whatever, without this adventurer, Gilleb still has no idea 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 a 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 rewards for making things difficult 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…………(green veins appear on the 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 didn't pick up the bag and refused with a smile.

"That's why."

Almost half-forced, I thrust the bag into Hagas' hands 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 this is the case, it is tantamount to a disguised utilitarianism in it. Maybe I am overly concerned, but I don't want Lena to feel any pressure.

"Lena must be very happy to have such an attentive 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 happy. I always felt that the burden on my shoulders was getting heavier and heavier, dragging Lena down with me. If possible, I would like to
To be continued...