Parallel World Pharmacy Volume 3 Chapter 10 Part1

Translator: Ese

Editor: blacklotus

“Falma, he's in line.”

Falma's older brother Palle was in the line waiting for the New Year's business.

He can't turn down a person who's behaving appropriately and waiting for a turn between commoners.

Falma had become a court pharmacist. He was, moreover, the founder of Diversis Mundi Pharmacy. He had done so much in the past year, yet those things haven't reach Palle's ear.

“Wouldn't it be better to hide that badge?”

Ellen referred to Falma's court pharmacist badge.

“If you try to hide or make an excuse, it'll be anything. If you're in the third floor (Falma's Laboratory) he won't know”

[What do we do?]

Ellen looked at Falma. Even if he hides to his brother, it would just be a temporary countermeasure. Sooner or later, Falma will be in the situation where he couldn't prevent his brother.

“That is another method but…”

Falma turned his head.

In the direction where Falma turned his gaze, there was a board where the name of the pharmacists and the employees were inscribed. His name was listed at the top as the shop owner.

Ellen, who was thinking, grasped her staff.

“Leave it to me, I'll go talk to him."

“Cease it, Ellen. A skirmish would be inevitable if you were to do that.”

Ellen and Palle were rivals. It wouldn't be odd if they were to clash inside the pharmacy or at the streets of Imperial Capital.

"You don't want to introduce that garbage into the pharmacy. The customers are coming, and it's not a problem if the shop is blown away with your elder brother. Because I state good things, Falma you must care about serving our customer without worrying about anything."

Ellen's words invite no wrath. Ellen opened the door of the pharmacy, stepped the snow and went out in front of the latticed gate. And stand in front of the customer with a smile to start the New Year business.

“Happy New Year everyone. Welcome home. Thank you for your kind patronage of visiting our Diversis Mundi Pharmacy."

Ellen deeply lowered her head, letting security guard knights open the main gate. Ellen stood up in front of Palle while welcoming guests in a pleasant att.i.tude.

“Oh, it's been a long time, Palle.”

Having her arms folded, it is provocative as if to emphasize her beauty and b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

“Eleonore!”

Palle caused an awkward face.

“Why are you here?!”

“Why? Because I am hired?”

Ellen acts like a typical daughter of an aristocrat and showed a high laugh.

“Is it a mockery for the pharmacy that a daughter of an aristocrat, working under another n.o.ble; or your house really is that poor that you need to work? Or maybe your rank/pride as an aristocrat degraded that much?”

Palle retorted in the similar manner.

“Whose house is shabby?”　

Eleonore is a wealthy daughter of an aristocrat. Although it may be lower grade from Palle's family - an archduke, there is no reason to consider it a lower cla.s.s

“Well then, in this shop where the Imperial sanction is granted under the protection of Her Imperial Majesty? What did you come buying?"

It was an efficacious retort to Palle who is a meat head, and so their words to each other has an insult intent to be conveyed.

It is a medicine to be attached to the brain muscle, etc., and as a selling word it is a word of refusal. It has become a reward of speechful words to each other.

“Okay, let's talk slowly, Eleonor!”

Ellen thrust a handkerchief at Palle's feet, in this case. The communication will be conveyed through body language.

“Oh my, do not lose to me like you did in advance”

Ellen, who is superior in manipulation retorted.

“Hey, I do not remember losing!”

With neither buying their words, the two ride a horse, and they go out to the suburbs.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Both of you, where are you going?”

Falma, who was peeping in while talking about the water attributes of the two people who heat up selfishly was stunned by sudden deployment.

“It was a declaration for a duel because Eleonore-sama placed a handkerchief to Palle's feet.”

Lotte pointed her index finger and explains it. Blanche is trembling and prayed to G.o.d with her hands.

“Give me a break!”

Falma stands up eagerly. The patient was scared and frightened.

“It's fun, they'll experience a duel! Which do you support?”

It seemed that Lotte doesn't quite decipher the meaning of the duel very well.

“Because duel will result to a casualty! I'm not looking forward to it!”

Falma, who's watching them from outside the window while examining the situation thought that Ellen was going out better then I felt my head hurt.

“Oh no!”

[Looks like their boiling point is excessively low!]

Faluma wrote a prescription for everyone who was lined up in the rush of momentum. He threw “I'm glad” to the first cla.s.s pharmacist who was coming to work at the pharmacy.