He looked at the clock and it was the same time as usual.
The only difference was that he was in a private room provided to senior disciples, so there were no other people around.
It was pleasant and quiet, something everyone in the family would dream of, unfortunately, Oliver didnât find much joy in this room.
Of course, it could not be denied that it was warmer and more comfortable to live in, but it was Oliverâs personal experience that was not enough.
Just being a senior disciple means he had to stay here according to the rules.
Sometimes he even thought that the dormitory where several people lived was better.
At least there, as soon as he woke up, he could see various emotions, so he wasnât bored.
Until a few days ago, this kind of regret was evident, but not now.
Now when he puts strength in his eyes, he was able to see the emotions of the people in the other room through the wall, even though it was faint.
His eyes started to grow stronger during the few days of rest after returning from a battle against the wizard.
At first, it was like there was someone beyond the wall, but after the departure of Joseph, it got stronger.
He wondered if he could only read the emotions that are near him, but now he can cross several walls and briefly read the emotions of people in other rooms.
This kind of change was completely unexpected, but it was so interesting that Oliver woke up every morning and focused his attention on observing the emotions of others.
It was fun to use this power, and the more he practiced, the better his eyeâs ability seems to get.
As his eyes grew tired, Oliver rubbed his eyes.
Thatâs all for today.
After relaxing his eyes, Oliver got up, washed up in the sink installed on one side of the room, and took out the wizardâs diary that he kept under the bed.
As a senior disciple, he was excluded from chores such as cleaning, so he had more time in the morning.
He had read this book several times already, but he still continued to read this diary, remembering the faint but beautiful light he had seen at that time.
He wondered if he could get any clues.
âŠâŠ.
KNOCK KNOCK
Oliver raised his head. A voice came through the door.
âAh, Senior Oliver?
âYes?â
âItâs meal timeâŠWe have to go to work right after the meal. Is there anything wrong?â
Oliver checked his watch.
It was literally meal time.
He didnât notice the passage of time because he was looking at the diary, but he quickly put the diary under the bed and replied politely.
âIâm sorry. Iâll be back soon.â
âAh, yes, yes, thank you.â
The voice behind the door spoke in a flustered manner.
The owner of the voice was a senior disciple who had dissatisfaction and jealousy toward Oliver, but he still supported Oliver well because he feared him even more.
Oliver soon got dressed, walked out the door, and ate, then he immediately assigned people from the production to delivery.
The junior disciples were entrusted with the tasks of breaking cigarettes, collecting tobacco, and finally collecting the empty cigarettes in a barrel, while the intermediate disciples worked on the primary and secondary distillation.
Lastly, the process of completely merging emotions into the herbal extract was left to the senior disciples, and Oliver took part in making the secondary distillate, which was carried out by the intermediate disciples.
The intermediate disciple he was working with suddenly spoke.
âI will do these chores.â
âAh, Iâm doing this because I want to. Iâve become a senior disciple, but Iâm not completely familiar with this job⊠Will me doing this disturb your work?â
At Oliverâs question, the intermediate disciple widened his eyes and shook his head and hands.
âNo, noâŠ! Itâs not a disturbance. Itâs just that⊠I felt sorry for Senior Oliver, who was taking care of the family on masterâs behalf.â
Oliver looked at the intermediate discipleâs feelings.
There was a mixture of fear and discomfort, but to some extent what he said was trueâŠ
Oliver saw a group of junior disciples working on the ground, the intermediate disciples extracting distillate, and a senior disciple casting black magic on the distillate that had been processed.
âI wonât disturb you anymore. ThenâŠâ
Oliver continued his work while suddenly asking a question to the intermediate disciple.
âExcuse me.â
âYes!?â
The Intermediate disciple exclaimed loudly, wondering if he had done something wrong, he was frightened, but Oliver asked, gesturing that it was okay.
âCan I ask you a question?â
âWhat? Question?â
âYes, A question.â
ââŠ. I will try my best to give you an answer.â
âHow did you end up here?â
After that, Oliver helped various people with their tasks in the production of distillate, and secretly asked questions one by one to the people responsible for those tasks.
How did you come to this place and how was your life before coming here?
Oliver himself didnât know the reason behind these questions.
If he had to explain it, he could only say it was his gut feeling.
Oliver thought if he were to listen to other peopleâs stories, maybe heâll be able to get a better understanding of the Diary of the Lightning Wizard.
Most of them were wary of Oliverâs sudden question, but Oliver did not force them to answer, and just asked them to speak comfortably.
Most of them had no choice but to speak to Oliver since he held the title as Josephâs proxy while their backgrounds were both unfavorable and poor.
Thus, it was normal for them to answer.
Oliver listened to the stories of many people while he immersed himself in the work, till the work was almost finished.
Oliver looked at the document about the target and looked at the finished cigarette packet in front of him.
Most of the emotions were well absorbed, but some of them appeared to be in poor condition.
âThis and this. And that and that were of relatively inferior quality, is it okay?â
Oliverâs question was answered by an assistant senior disciple.
âWhich one are you talking about?â
âThat, that, that and that and that.â
âWait.â
As the senior disciple answered, he picked up the pack of cigarettes Oliver had pointed out and took a closer look.
It didnât seem like everyone could see it as easily as Oliver, but the senior disciple who had completed the confirmation opened his mouth.
âI think it will be fine.â
âReally?â
At Oliverâs thoughtless question, the senior disciple swallowed his saliva.
âUh⊠Yes, it is inevitable that the quality will deteriorate a bit during the work process. Master said that this level was okay.â
When the disciple spoke about Joseph, Oliver immediately stopped asking.
If Joseph said it was okay, then it wasnât an issue anymore.
Of course, he was personally a little bit dissatisfied, since he didnât like to sell something like that as a product that didnât perfectly permeate with emotions?
Itâs such a shame that he couldnât finish the job properly.
No, to be exact, the product he now produced was not up to his satisfaction.
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It was a strange thing at first, but after he understood the process of making it and the principle of making it, there were doubts in his mind.
He thought that he could make a better product if he were to make a few changes to the way they were producing.
What if you mix more emotions?
For example, You can maximize the productâs potential even more by mixing different emotions.
If we do that, we can make a product that is much better than the product produced with a lower-grade emotion.
The Senior disciple, who saw Oliver indulging in daydreaming like that, said.
âSenior⊠Oliver?â
âYes?â
âCan we wrap it up like this?â
âAh, yes, I think you should.â
As soon as permission was given, the senior disciple ordered to put the cigarette packs into the box, and the junior disciple picked up five or six packs of cigarette packs and put them in the box one by one.
âIf this is the case, will we be able to meet the delivery date without problems?â
âYeah, itâll not be late, so I think we can finish it leisurely.â
At that answer, Oliver nodded with satisfaction.
He didnât want to act as Josephâs representative, but he wanted to carry out his assignment without any problems.
There were also issues about his relationship with Joseph and black magic studies, but he had made a promise anyway.
âI think Senior Oliver can rest now.â
âOh, is that okay?â
âYeah, as I said before, as masterâs representative you only need to do this.â
Oliver nodded and replied.
âYes, I understand. Then please clean the rest up.â
As Oliver was about to leave, suddenly a senior disciple asked a question.
âSenior Oliver, if itâs okay with you, can I ask you something?â
ââŠwhat is it?â
Oliver looked closely and asked, and the senior disciple replied with a slight sign of discomfort.
âAh, it was nothing, you asked other people how they got here today, can I ask why?â
ââŠWhy are you curious about that?â
âAh, there had been no person who asked that kind of question⊠so I got curious.â
His emotions staggered while he spoke.
It was a lie.
Why was he lying?
Oliver instinctively knew.
Perhaps, he wanted to report it to Joseph.
Oliverâs actions seemed contradictory in a place where everyone seems to believe in Joseph.
Oliver replied.
âI was just curious.â
âahâŠâ
âI heard once about how Marie and Peter got here, and I just got curious and asked others how they got here.â
âAh⊠is that so.â
The senior disciple nodded his head as if he understood roughly.
Soon, Oliver asked.
âDo you have any more questions?â
âNo, no, no. Sorry to bother you.â
âItâs alright. If you need anything, please ask me.â
After saying that, Oliver headed to his private room.
The stories of the Lightning Wizard and the disciples had some similarities.
A chance during an unfortunate past.
Oliver was not particularly surprised because he knew there were some similarities.
Then there was a question.
Even though they had a similar past, why did the Warlocks not emit the same light as the Lightning Wizard when he died?
Recalling stories about the past he had heard from others, Oliver tried to read the diary of the wizard once again.
In the process, he did not know whether he would be able to find the difference between a wizard and a warlock, and he did not know whether he could find the cause of the beautiful light in that difference, so Oliverâs interest grew more and more.
âIf I could see that same light againâŠâ
âOliver! Oliver!â
Marie knocked at the door and hurriedly called Oliver.
Oliver slowly came back to his senses and asked what was going on.
she answered
âI think you should come out now.â
âWhy?â
âThe pharmacist ⊠the pharmacist has arrived.â
When Oliver went up to the factory with Marie, he could see the pharmacist who had visited with his men.
His half-striped gray hair and gilt-rimmed glasses seemed like his trademark.
The pharmacist greeted Oliver as soon as he saw him.
âItâs nice to see you.â
Oliver bowed his head politely and greeted him.
âHello, Mr. Pharmacist.â
âYeah, how are you? It seems like itâs the first time Iâve seen you since you caught the raider. Are you okay?â
âYeahâŠwhatâs going on?â
âItâs not a big deal, I just stopped by to check due to the delivery date. Whereâs Joseph?â
âMaster has been away from work for a while. Now I am taking his place.â
âReally? Thatâs amazing. You are the youngest in terms of age and time, but youâre given the position of Josephâs representative.â
âI just got lucky.â
âItâs luck what you need these days.â
Oliver tilted his head.
He couldnât figure out why the pharmacist came.
Obviously, he said he had come to meet Joseph due to the delivery date, but his gut feelings were telling him that it wasnât the truth.
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Oliver threw the bait.
ââŠthe product is being manufactured smoothly, so you donât have to worry.â
âWell, Iâm glad if thatâs the case, but Iâm a worried person, so can you show it to me for a moment?â
At that moment, the pharmacistâs emotions shone coldly, as if he had captured the prey.
ââŠ..Yes, I understand.â
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