Genius Warlock - Episode 21
21. rest? (2)
Oliver opened his eyes mechanically..
I looked at the clock and it was the same time as usual..
The difference was that it was a private room for advanced disciples, so there were no other people around..
It was comfortable and quiet, something everyone in the family dreamed of, but unfortunately, Oliver didn't feel much joy in this room..
Of course, it was undeniable that it was warmer and more comfortable to live in, but in Oliver's personal experience, it was enough to have it and not have it..
Just because I became a senior disciple, all I have to do is follow the rules and stay here..
Sometimes I thought that it was better to live in a living environment with many people..
At least there, I was able to get a glimpse of various emotions as soon as I woke up, so I wasn't bored... No, let me correct that..
I definitely had this regret a few days ago, but not now..
When I strained my eyes, I was able to see beyond the walls and see the emotions in other rooms. Even if it's only faintly.
My eyes got stronger after I returned from the battle with the wizard and rested for a few days..
At first it was just a feeling that there was someone behind the wall, but after Joseph left, it became more intense..
I thought I could read emotions that only vaguely existed, but now I can briefly read the emotions of people in other rooms across walls..
A completely unexpected change. But it was so interesting that every morning Oliver woke up and focused his eyes on other people's emotions..
It's fun to use this power, but it also seems like the more I practice, the better my eyesight becomes..
“hmm·····.”
Oliver massaged the area between his eyes as fatigue began to set in..
That's all for today.
Oliver relaxed his eyes, stood up, washed in the sink installed on one side of the room, and then took out the wizard's diary he kept under the bed..
This was possible because he had more time in the morning as he became an advanced disciple and was excluded from chores such as cleaning. Oliver made the most of the remaining time and read the wizard's diary..
Although I had already read it several times, I continued to read the diary, remembering the faint but beautiful light I saw back then..
I wonder if I can find some clues..
“·······.”
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Oliver looked up. A voice was heard beyond the door..
“Oh, Oliver.?”
“yes?”
“It's meal time... I have to go to work right after eating, but I wonder if something is going on.?”
Oliver checked his watch. As I said, it was really meal time..
I didn't notice the time passing because I was looking at the diary, but I quickly put the diary under the bed and answered..
“sorry. I'll be there soon.”
“Ah, yes. yes. thank you.”
A voice beyond the door said in a panic..
The main character of the voice was a senior disciple who harbored resentment and jealousy toward Oliver, but perhaps out of fear, he assisted Oliver well..
After getting dressed, Oliver went out the door, ate, and immediately put people to work producing pilgarets to be delivered to the pharmacist..
Lower-level disciples were entrusted with the task of opening cigarettes, collecting the smoke, and putting the processed smoke into empty cigarettes.,
Intermediate disciples were put into primary and secondary distillation work to make herbal distillate..
Lastly, the processing work of completely infusing emotions into the herbal liquid was left to a senior disciple.,
Oliver participated in making the secondary distillate, which was the responsibility of intermediate disciples..
One of the intermediate disciples I work with said:.
“We can do this chore alone.?”
“Ah, I do it because I want to. Although I became an advanced disciple, I did not fully understand this work... Is it disturbing you??”
In response to Oliver's question, the intermediate disciple opened his eyes and shook his head and both hands..
“No, no...! How dare you interfere. just···. It's just that I feel sorry for Oliver, who acted as my master's representative, to do something like this..”
Oliver looked at the emotions of the intermediate disciple..
Although it was a mixture of fear and discomfort, it was somewhat true... But suddenly a question occurred to me.
Oliver saw a low-level disciple working on the groundwork, a middle-level disciple extracting distillate, and an advanced disciple casting black magic on the processed distillate at the end of the workshop..
“I won't disturb you any longer. then····.”
Oliver asked as he continued his work..
“hey.”
“yes!?”
The intermediate disciple answered loudly, wondering if he had done something wrong. He was scared, but Oliver asked, gesturing that he was okay..
“Well, can I ask you a question??”
“yes? Question??”
“yes, question.”
“Well, if I can give you an answer·····.”
“How did I end up here??”
***
Afterwards, Oliver helped with various tasks in pilgeret production and quietly asked questions to the people in charge of each task..
How did I end up here? And questions like how did she live before coming here?.
I didn't even know why. If I had to explain it, I could say it was a feeling..
I have a feeling that if I listen to other people's stories, I will be able to understand The Lightning Wizard's Diary better..
Most people were wary of Oliver's sudden question, but Oliver did not force an answer and asked again that he only say what he was comfortable with..
Most of them had no choice but to speak to Oliver, who held the title of Joseph's deputy, and their backgrounds were all disadvantaged and poor..
In other words, it was normal..
As I immersed myself in the work while listening to many people's stories, the work was almost finished before I knew it..
“hmm······.”
Oliver looked at the document written on the work target. And then I looked at the finished cigarette pack in front of me..
Most of them were well-soaked with emotions, but some of them seemed to be in a bad state..
“That and that. And this one and that one are of relatively low quality, is that okay??”
A senior disciple acting as an assistant answered Oliver's question..
“Which one do you mean??”
“That one, that one, that one and that one.”
“wait a minute.”
The senior disciple answered, picking up the cigarette pack that Oliver had pointed out and examining it closely..
It seemed like everyone couldn't see it as easily as Oliver, but the senior disciple who finished checking opened his mouth..
“I think it'll be okay.”
“really?”
At Oliver's thoughtless question, the senior disciple swallowed his saliva..
“uh···. Yes, it is inevitable that the quality of the work process will be somewhat poor. The owner also said that this level is okay..”
When Joseph came out, Oliver immediately stopped arguing..
If Joseph said it was okay, then it was no longer an issue..
Of course, personally, I was a little dissatisfied. What can we say about selling something like that as a product that has not been properly imbued with emotions? I felt a little uncomfortable.
That unpleasant feeling of not being able to finish the work properly..
No, furthermore, I was a bit dissatisfied with the product I was currently producing..
At first it was an interesting item, but after understanding the process and manufacturing principle, it became less and less noticeable..
It seems like if we make a few changes to the manufacturing method, we can make a much better product..
For example, what if we mix emotions? You can maximize emotions even more by mixing emotions with different tendencies..
If you do that, you can make a really good product even if you use lower-grade emotions..
While I was daydreaming like that, a senior disciple said,.
“excuse me····. Oliver?”
“yes?”
“Can I package it like this??”
“Ah, yes yes. I think you can do it.”
As soon as permission was given, the senior disciple ordered to put the cigarette packs in the box, and the junior disciples followed the order and picked up five or six packs of cigarettes and placed them one by one in the box..
“At this level, we can easily meet the delivery date.?”
“Yes, not very early, but I think I can complete it leisurely..”
Oliver nodded in satisfaction at those words. He did not act as Joseph's representative because he wanted to, but he wanted to carry out his duties without any problems..
There were issues with my relationship with Joseph and my black magic education, but it was a promise anyway..
“I think you can rest now, Oliver..”
“Oh, is that okay??”
“Yes, as I said last time, the master's representative only needs to do this much..”
Oliver nodded and answered.
“Yes, I got it. Then, please clean up after yourself..”
As Oliver was about to leave, a senior disciple suddenly asked a question..
“Hey, if you don't mind, may I ask you something??”
“···. What is it?”
When Oliver asked, looking at him intently, the senior disciple responded with a slightly uncomfortable look..
“Well, other than that, today you asked other people how they came here. Can I ask you why??”
“hmm····. Why are you curious about that??”
“Ah, no one asks that question... so I'm curious..”
His emotions fluctuated as if he was reeling. It was a lie.
Why do you lie? Oliver seemed to know it instinctively. Probably asking to report to Joseph..
He is a contradictory being who seems to believe in everyone but does not..
Oliver answered.
“I'm just curious.”
“ah···.”
“I heard once a long time ago how Marie and Peter got here, but I was just curious about how other people got there, so I asked..”
“iced coffee···. okay.”
The senior disciple nodded as if he understood..
Oliver asked.
“Do you have any more questions??”
“No, no. doesn't exist. I'm sorry for bothering you for no reason..”
“no. If you need anything, please let me know.”
Oliver said and headed to his private room..
The stories of lightning wizards and warlocks had some similarities..
An opportunity that came about by chance in the immortal past. Oliver couldn't really get much inspiration, but he could see that it was similar..
It was questionable. Even though they have a similar past, why do warlocks not emit the same light as lightning wizards when they die?.
Recalling the past stories he had heard from others, Oliver tried to read the wizard's diary again..
I didn't know if I would be able to find the difference between a wizard and a warlock in the process, and I didn't know if I would find the cause of the beautiful light in that difference..
Oliver's inner feelings grew increasingly elevated..
If I could see that light again·········.
“-River! Oliver!”
Marie came out of nowhere and urgently called Oliver..
I came to my senses late and asked what was going on..
she answered.
“I think you should come out and see it now..”
“Why are you doing that??”
“Chemist·····. The pharmacist came to visit.”
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When Oliver went up to the factory with Marie, he was able to see the pharmacist who had visited with his subordinates..
His half-balding gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses made his presence known as his trademark, and as soon as he saw Oliver, he came over and greeted him warmly..
“It's nice to meet you.”
Oliver bowed his head politely and bowed..
“hello? Pharmacist.”
“So, how are you too? I think this is the first time I’ve seen it since I caught the wizard. Are you feeling okay??”
“Yes... But for some reason?”
“It's nothing special, but I stopped by to check as the delivery date was not long away. where is joseph?”
“The owner had some work to do and was away. Now I am taking over.”
“is it? That's amazing. She is the youngest, both in terms of age and time, and she has already taken on the position of Joseph's deputy..”
“I was lucky.”
“These days, luck is also a skill..”
Oliver tilted his head. I couldn't figure out why the pharmacist came here..
Sure, I said with my mouth the product delivery date and that I was there to meet Joseph, but my snake-like emotions were telling me that it wasn't true..
Oliver threw some food.
“····. The product is being manufactured smoothly so you don’t have to worry..”
“Well, I'm glad if that's the case. Still, since I'm the kind of person who worries a lot, can you show me for a moment??”
At that moment, the pharmacist's emotions glowed coldly. As if she had captured her prey.
“····. Yes, I understand.”
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