Garn in another world

"A pharmacist?" Sartre walked in slowly from the door.

Gan still didn't look back, but retracted his finger - the treatment has been completed, who knows if he can hide it from Sartre.

The impression of Sartre in his mind stayed a few years ago.At that time, his whole body was wrapped in a black magic robe, his fingertips were cold, and everything seemed to be invisible under those plain eyes.I don't know if it was preconceived or because of something, in short, he did give Gann a certain sense of oppression at the beginning, although this oppression was later offset by Xiao Baiqiu's contemptuous tone.

The magister gave him mixed feelings, not fear, but another emotion.

Sighing softly in his heart, Gan stood up, turned his head and smiled at Sartre, "Mage Sartre, hello." The pharmacist is notoriously eccentric. The world, so people speak ill of this group, but at the same time they have to acknowledge their social status.If it is respect and love for magicians, then it is more fear for pharmacists.

Gann's attitude is not impolite.

Sartre was still wrapped in a black magic robe, his eyes seemed to flicker when he saw Gann's face.Then he smiled back, "Hello."

"Sartre Magister..." The middle-aged great swordsman was obviously a little at a loss. His attitude towards Gan just now was very bad.If he knew the identity of this young man, he would not dare to do so.

Not only him, but everyone in the room looked confused and terrified - pharmacists are very rare, and they are privileged in the country, no less than magicians.It's just that they generally don't like dealing with royalty.

"We met." Sartre said lightly.

"Yes, Magister Satyr has a good memory. At that time, you also said that I have traces of magic fluctuations on my body." Garn still smiled.Originally, I thought that when I met Sartre face to face, my heart would beat faster, I would feel nervous and resentful, but I didn't expect it to be so calm.

"...I didn't expect you to be a pharmacist." Sutter paused for a while, then turned his head and said to the maid, "Are you all stupid? Don't you know how to entertain guests?" He turned his head back again, "My child, what's your name? "

"My name is Gan."

Sartre nodded: "Garn, right? Thank you for treating His Royal Highness, let's sit down and talk. I didn't expect to see you here. At the beginning, I proposed to accept you as a student, but later found that the magic wave was an illusion. I gave up. We... are quite destined."

Gan just smiled.He thought, if the person sitting here is not him, but anyone else, he must be flattered by the reaction at this time.However, such emotions will never appear in his head.Leaving aside his origin, I always agree with the saying that everyone is equal. What's more, I can't forget that it was the magister who brought the consciousness and put it in the Tivit forest, which seriously injured Armand. .

Thinking of Armand's soul, which was almost destroyed by consciousness due to his reckless behavior, and still part of it remained in the little white ball, he felt a dull pain in his heart.This kind of hurt, even if facing a stranger, you will feel guilty, let alone, the other party is someone you like...

I don't know what Armand is doing now?Will you miss him?can you?Probably not, he simply... But, elders also miss children...

Sartre took a sip of the scented tea brought by the maid.The young man in front of him was a pharmacist, which really surprised him, and he didn't see any clues at the beginning.

Sartre has an extremely respected status in this country, and members of the royal family treat him with courtesy, not only because he is the youngest magister in the mainland, but also because of his family and his mother.

The Fair family he was born in is the largest magic family in Silante. Half of the country's small number of magisters come from this family, let alone those great magicians... The Fair family is a family that people look up to, and The royal family is closely related, and Sartre's mother is Her Royal Highness the Princess, the sister of the current emperor.

A pharmacist is an indispensable talent for the country, and like a magician, he is the target of the country's wooing. Therefore, Sartre deliberately lowered his figure and deliberately shortened the distance between him and Gann-this is rare for him .It's just that I didn't expect someone to be distracted in front of his attitude.He was not angry, he was used to being surrounded by awe, flattery, and praise, but suddenly being ignored by others felt very fresh.

Yes, pharmacists are indeed a little weird.Sartre took another sip of tea, the tea was graceful peony flower tea, he was very satisfied, "Gaen, child, what's wrong with you? Is the tea not to your taste, or what happened today made you unhappy? I'll give you an explanation of."

Ga En came back to his senses, and secretly annoyed himself that he was thinking wildly here, and he really didn't know how to advance or retreat.

Just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged great swordsman who had been waiting by his side suddenly came forward to salute him, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry for offending you today, Mr. Pharmacist. Thank you very much for treating Your Highness, I am willing to bear any punishment." After he finished speaking, he untied his great sword and presented it with both hands, expressing his attitude of resignation.

"..."

Sartre raised his eyebrows, "It's good to know. As a great swordsman, your eyesight is too poor, and you actually treat the proud pharmacist as a small cook. Pharmacists should not be easily offended. Keep the sword, go down and receive the punishment yourself."

"Yes." The great sword master's burly body shook slightly.He reluctantly stroked the great sword that had been with him for many years, it felt... like a farewell.Gan frowned slightly.Is it a life-threatening punishment?No way?After all, a great swordsman is also considered a rare talent.

He didn't know that when Sartre told the great sword master to keep the great sword, his fate was already doomed.

Finally, the great sword master put down his sword reverently, and walked slowly towards the door. Everyone watched quietly without making a sound.All of a sudden, there was only the sound of heavy footsteps in the room.

The atmosphere was a bit weird. Gann looked at Sartre suspiciously, only to see a calm face, "Son, it's okay. He insulted you and should be punished."

"...Mmm." Gann nodded, yes, he did feel insulted.

Just when the great swordsman was about to reach the door, a person suddenly rushed out from among the guards, "Brother! Don't! Magister Sartre, my brother did nothing wrong! His Royal Highness is indeed in danger after eating the dishes he cooked Yes, it is my duty to arrest him! Magister Sartre, you can punish my brother, but you can’t ruin his career as a swordsman just because of this. The strength and great sword of a swordsman are more important than life. !Please...please..."

Ruin the career of a sword master?Kan was astonished.

"Stop talking! I did something wrong today, and I am willing to accept the punishment!" The great swordsman covered the guard's mouth with a nervous expression, "Please forgive his nonsense, he, he only cares about me... "

The guard broke free and shouted desperately: "I'm not wrong! Everyone saw it. His Royal Highness ate the food he cooked to cause the accident. Everyone saw it!" Pointing, "You...you...and you...have you all seen it? He is a pharmacist, a sinister and vicious pharmacist! It's easy to do all of this! Didn't you all see it? Why don't you speak? ? Ah? Say it!"

All the people watched this scene in panic, because they were so surprised that they didn't react for a while.After reacting, Sartre didn't give instructions, and didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only watch helplessly.

And his elder brother was already ashamed.He suddenly slapped him and shouted loudly, "I told you to stop! It is my duty to protect His Royal Highness, and today I put His Highness in such great danger. Even if there is no other reason, I should be punished. You Besides, I'll pretend I don't have your little brother!"

"...Brother..." The younger brother covered his red and swollen face, and said in a daze, "But... But you should wait for His Royal Highness to wake up, and deal with it yourself... If you accept the punishment like this, what will you do in the future? What should you do... What should our family do..."

The great swordsman clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and slapped his younger brother on the other side of the face fiercely, before turning around and kneeling down, "Magiister Satyr, Mr. Pharmacist, I'm sorry. For the sake of serving the royal family loyally for so many years, forgive my younger brother for his offence, he was just impulsive. I... will go down immediately to receive the punishment." His lips trembled, obviously worried and frightened to the extreme.

His younger brother didn't make a sound, as if he was stunned by those two slaps.

Only then did Sartre speak lightly: "It's not me that your brother offended, how can I forgive him?"

The great swordsman immediately turned around and turned his pleading eyes to Jia En.Gann secretly sighed, and said: "Okay, I don't care what he said, don't worry. Well, Magister Sartre, what this great swordsman did to me today is understandable from his point of view. Look, there is no need to impose such a heavy punishment, what do you think?" He had seen enough of this farce.

"This..." Sartre looked very embarrassed, "But if the brothers are not punished, what they said just now... will be easily believed by others, and it is not good to spread it."

Those words, of course, refer to the accusation of harboring evil intentions against Gann.

"It doesn't matter, when His Royal Highness wakes up, the rumors will be self-defeating." Jia En suddenly smiled, "After all, although the pharmacist has a strange personality, he will not just find something to do, and save someone after killing him, right? "

Sartre laughed too.

In the end, Sartre politely asked Kane to stay in the palace and wait for His Royal Highness to wake up, so that he could give an explanation to everyone.But the two brothers only received some moderate punishments, and were ordered to protect and serve Jia En, commit crimes and perform meritorious deeds in return for his generosity.

When the great sword master took back his great sword, the tall man, trembling with excitement, knelt down on one knee and swore: "Thank you, Pharmacist Jia En, for your tolerance, I swear here, I will protect you in the palace, safety."

After finishing speaking, he took his younger brother out to receive the punishment—twenty lashes per person without using grudges to resist.

As for Gan, he was arranged in a magnificent guest room in the palace.The guest room has everything you need, complete facilities, and incomparable comfort, but his heart is heavy.When all the servants retreated, the indifferent expression immediately sank.

The reason why he pleaded so easily and agreed to stay here to wait for the prince to wake up was because he knew that this was an inevitable result.Otherwise, the two brothers had such a big quarrel, but Sartre kept watching calmly, without any intention of stopping it. Could it be that he believed that the magister just liked to watch his subordinates stage a scene of brotherly love?

He is not Sartre's opponent, at least not now, and he must not tear himself apart.So, I had no choice but to follow the script he wrote.It was only natural that he pleaded for mercy for the two brothers, and then stayed and waited for the result to refute the rumors.Moreover, it also allowed Sartre to arrange the two brothers by his side as a matter of course.

However, what is Sartre's purpose in leaving him?Simply because he is a pharmacist?Or, are you doubting the magic fluctuations in yourself a few years ago?

The latter guess made Gan's heart tense.

Armand, what are you doing now?Do you know what state he is currently in?Alas, Armand...

In a small forest not far away, little white ball found strangely that recently Armand had acquired a habit of always pressing his palm on his chest.Look, here we go again.

Little Baiqiu doesn't care about his habits. The problem is, if he is always distracted and affects the progress, he has to be none of his business.

"Amande, I want you to concentrate and hurry up!" The legendary holy beast was depressed and angry at the waywardness of his old companion.

Armand opened his eyes innocently: "Alonso, little white ball, I miss Gon. What do you think Gon is doing now? Sigh, he must be in some trouble..."

"Then don't you hurry up? Go back to see him as soon as you finish, and ask you those damn questions by the way! Hurry up!" The holy beast finally exploded completely.