30. Guest (1)
A few weeks have passed since the supply of materials.
As if to wash away the shock of that time, Oliver read the books in the library at random, reducing eating and sleeping to a minimum.
It’s like a child ignoring facts that are hard to accept.
Everyone was worried about Oliver’s behavior, but he didn’t dare say anything.
The first is that Oliver’s mood was different from usual,
The second reason is that, despite this, he took care of all the necessary schedules such as emotion synthesis and classes.
So Oliver, doing his duty, devoured the book frantically.
And I came up with some interesting facts.
For example, the consumption of emotions.
Emotions, which are energy derived from the soul, have a kind of expiration date from the time of extraction.
It is said that the shelf life can be dramatically increased through special storage methods or black magic, but it is inevitable that they will evaporate or deteriorate in the end.
Oliver was shocked by this and looked to see if there was a way.
However, even after reading almost all the books in the library, I couldn’t find a way to do it.
What is more shocking is that even though it is stored in a person’s body without being extracted, emotions are fluid and can change over time and depending on the surrounding environment.
Even though Oliver had studied a lot about black magic that he wanted to learn so much, he felt a sense of emptiness and loss rather than joy at the above facts.
How can this be expressed?
Would it be similar to a man who had everything in his hands and money and fame when he was about to die and realized that everything was useless?
If emotions change someday, wouldn’t that mean that the beautiful light that I saw in the Blitz Wizard and Joseph will someday all disappear?
Oliver looked at the feelings of Joseph, who had been quietly held in his arms, and felt an indescribable feeling.
I can’t keep this beautiful light that I barely got my hands on forever.
“·················ogue.”
Oliver thought for a moment.
Why do you want to have this feeling in the first place?
If you just think about it, it was strange. I’ve never really thought about what I’m going to do with this.
I think it is similar to a child who picks up pretty stones when they find them.
It’s pretty, so pick it up and own it.
Without thinking about what to do next. It was literally instinct.
Oliver suddenly thought about what he should have done from the beginning.
What to do with this feeling.
If you keep it like this, it will disappear someday… How can I best use it?
As I continued to ponder like that, I heard a knock-knock-sound from the door.
“. What is it?”
“That’s me. master. number of animals. I need to make a pilgaret soon… Shall we make it ourselves? Or would you like to participate?”
“·················ogue.”
Oliver was silent without answering.
Something··. It felt like something was missing.
Oliver hurriedly looked through the bookshelf. Surely it must be here somewhere.
oh····. After a while, Oliver found the book he was looking for.
It was not an official book, but rather a handwritten note, which turned yellow because it was old.
The actual use of pillgaret, which is currently used as a drug, is as a kind of sharing tool that can indirectly feel the emotions that have become ingredients.
In red text, it was written that the retention period of emotions could be multiplied.
Oliver looked at the writing and again saw the few emotions he had extracted from Joseph.
As if he had finally found a use for how to use this emotion.
After not answering for a while, Marie spoke again.
“·······. over there, master? Do you happen to be?”
“·······. no. There is not. I will go too.”
***
Oliver visited the studio with Marie.
I was already ready to go to work, but I noticed something strange.
I haven’t been paying attention since I’ve been distracted by other things, should I say that I realized it too late?
“number of animals?”
“Yes? master.”
Marie put her hand on her chest, bowed her head, and answered politely.
“Were our workloads this heavy in the first place?”
Oliver saw more cigarettes, more water and more emotions than he remembered.
“no. It’s not like that. There weren’t that many in the first place.”
“by the way····?”
“The pilgarettes made from synthetic emotions that Oliver made have been well received. The order volume has increased over the past few weeks, and this has increased. To the extent that the pharmacist supplies emotions…”
Oliver scratched his head.
I entrusted Marie and Peter with organization work to read a book, and this must have happened in a short span of time.
Somehow, it was said that, besides the Anthony and Dominique family, the emotions that were synthesized were increasing. What does it matter?
“·····. Let’s finish it as soon as possible.”
With those words, the work began.
Temporary disciples were also put into the work, so the temporary disciples were in charge of the subordinate work, and other labors were carried out by lower-level students.
Senior and intermediate students put their emotions into chemical processing to completely mix their emotions with the secondary extracted distillate.
Instead of directly participating in the work, Oliver observed the work of others as in class, and ordered corrections from time to time.
“Control the fire temperature.”
“Please transfer the distillate you have received right away.”
“It’s not like you’re casting a spell, it’s that way you can better converge your emotions.”
The subordinates in charge of each task responded loudly each time, carrying out Oliver’s orders.
Of course, once pointed out, it wasn’t completely improved, but it seemed to be getting better little by little.
Thanks to this, the work speed was also much faster compared to Joseph’s time.
It was like a machine moving, but when the work had stabilized to a certain extent, Oliver turned his head to look at the finished pilgaret.
Compared to the ones made by Joseph, the main evaluation was that the quality was higher.
It must have been true, as he acknowledged not only the affiliation but also the pharmacist.
Oliver’s Pilgerett, who takes the first sip, has an awakening effect from anger, but soon tastes maternal love and feels as calm as the gap.
The real party, Oliver, realized that he had never tasted it.
Obviously, I wanted to smoke it once before, but not now.
why? It was because he wanted to taste the pilgarette for the first time using Joseph’s feelings in his arms.
Oliver was worried. How to make the most of Joseph’s feelings.
I saw him working, but then he shook his head.
It wasn’t that way.
It was a delicate task to prevent emotional loss as much as possible, but in any case, it was a task to mix emotions with water and increase the amount.
Oliver wanted to taste this feeling properly, even if the quantity was insufficient.
To manufacture in such a way was an insult to Joseph’s feelings.
So how do we make it?
Should we impose emotions directly on cigarettes? No, it was a little difficult.
There had to be a medium to prevent the volatility of emotions and bind them.
As he was contemplating what to do, a memory popped into Oliver’s mind.
That time with Anthony and the Dominique family.
At that time, a hunk drank a pill to wake up Oliver.
A drug that imposes a muscle-up spell on water that has liquefied life.
Exactly, that was it.
After a while, as time passed, the work was finished.
Everyone seemed to have lost energy, but Oliver gave them formal words of hard work and ordered them to rest after tidying up.
Everyone was happy and cleaned up, just then, Oliver walked up to Marie and talked to her.
“number of animals.”
“Yes? master?”
“Could you bring me some of the life force you have stored? Fresh if possible.”
“Oh, yes. I will bring it.”
For some reason, Marie went with joy, and eventually brought a test tube full of vitality.
“Here it is.”
“thanks.”
“·····. Could you please tell me where to use it?”
“No, Marie knows nothing.”
cold···. No, it wasn’t objectively cold. It’s just a formal tone as usual.
A tone that mixes a sense of distance and politeness.
However, for some reason, Marie felt sad along with great disappointment at the answer.
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Not only emotions, but expressions as well.Oliver couldn’t understand why she was doing this, when Peter intervened cautiously.
“master···. I’ve finished cleaning up everything.”
“Are you fast?”
“Oh, yes. We all got it together and it was over quickly. Is there anything else you can order?”
Oliver looked around and answered.
“There is not. Come in and have some personal time.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Peter bowed his head, told the other disciples to rest, and sent the people out of the manufacturing room.
As if Oliver knew he had work to do here.
On the other hand, Marie was standing like a rock.
“number of animals····.”
“Yes, Master. Is there anything else you want me to do?”
“No, no. You can just leave.”
Marie radiated a glimmer of disappointment once again. With him, he expressed extreme loneliness and a rather serious obsession.
“If there is anything I can do to help…”
“No. Not at all. Go out.”
Oliver’s words repeated over and over again. Eventually, she shook her head and backed away.
What would you say? There were signs of that since the time I personally taught him black magic, but somehow it felt like it was getting worse and worse.
However, it was soon pushed out of interest, and the thought of Marie disappeared beyond that.
At the moment, Oliver’s greatest concern is to make Joseph’s feelings a pilgaret without any loss.
Oliver took out a pack of cigarettes he had prepared beforehand, the vitality that Marie had brought, and Joseph’s feelings.
“Well····. No. No.”
Excited Oliver muttered as if he had suddenly realized.
You’re so excited that you’re trying to make a pilgaret right away without practice…
The method Oliver is trying to make now is actually a method that has never been done before.
I didn’t know what kind of problems would arise when I actually tried it.
By the way, are you using Joseph’s few feelings right away in this dangerous way?
It was a stupid idea.
Oliver brought no emotions from the studio locker.
Then, I opened the test tube with the corresponding emotion and vitality and practiced it on the spot.
Without a specific theory, it is just what the sense tells you to do.
The first thing extracted was vitality.
Beautiful life force gathered in Oliver’s hand, but when Oliver clenched his fist, the life force condensed and gradually turned into a liquid.
Oliver then began to extract emotions and mix them with vitality.
Surprisingly, the vitality blended with emotion much better than the processed distillate, and it seemed to be one in the first place.
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No. Both energy derived from the soul.Rather, it made more sense to mix them together.
Oliver stored this information in his head and further condensed the united emotion and vitality.
As if boiling, it boiled and turned into a juice, and Oliver put the essence in one cigarette.
“After- After-”
He blew a hot cigarette out of his mouth and looked at the cigarette.
The emotions were stored in the cigarette as they were, almost without consumption, but rather, it felt more intense thanks to being combined with the vitality.
Just like the emotions in the human body.
As soon as Oliver confirmed that this method worked, he practiced again.
Once, twice, three times, four times… to the point of being greedy.
As a result of such practice, neither vitality nor cigarettes were left, but Oliver decided to go into action.
By extracting all of the last remaining vitality, it energized and injected Joseph’s emotions.
Surprisingly, as Joseph’s emotions were mixed with his vitality, the beautiful light he had seen for the first time came to mind.
Oliver condensed those feelings as if possessed.
As if nothing could be lost.
At Oliver’s fingertips, the life force absorbed all of Joseph’s emotions and condensed as it had ever been.
When it boils in the air, it becomes a thick liquid.
Oliver just put the juice in the last cigarette.
“ha····. ha····.”
The finished pilgarette.
Oliver looked at him silently, as if possessed.
heartbeat… heartbeat… My heart was beating slowly, my hands trembling slightly, and I picked up the pilgaret.
Oliver bit Pilgaret. And I found a lighter.
“ah····.”
Belatedly, Oliver realized that he didn’t have a lighter.
Then Peter knocked on the door and came in.
“master.”
“What?”
Oliver, who was furious, asked louder than usual.
Peter said calmly, even though he was startled.
“that····. A guest has arrived.”
“·····. Are you a guest?”
“Yes, James the pharmacist is here.”