I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 156

Kyle and Billy told me that for the first time on this day I knew Valkyrie had its own magic.

[Sharing], that's Valkyrie's magic.

It is said that Valkyries who have the magic of [sharing] are interacting with each other with magic given to them.

I wondered whether it was really possible to do that.

But I don't know what the reason is, but it's not magic that's impossible.

Because I also know a technology close to it.

The act of naming others imparts their own magic to others and receives magic from the subject.

I wondered if Valkyrie's Share magic was similar to this magic system.

You can communicate remotely even with distant opponents.

However, even though I was told to make such magic myself, I can't imagine it at all, so I can't make it.

With that in mind, when I came back from the ranch to Barca Castle.

"There he is! Dear Barca, I finally found it."

"Hmm? Oh, what's up, painter?

"Let me say today. I can't continue that work anymore. I want you to have some time."

Again. How many times have I done that? "

"Let me say it again and again. I'm at my limit. I came to Vulcania with a dream of becoming a painter."

"That's why you're working on drawing."

"You think that's the job of painting? Are you serious, Barca-sama?"

"It's not a mistake because it's a painting job. Besides, I think it's important for painting to understand the structure of the human body. The painter used to say he could paint even if he closed his eyes, but maybe we should practice some more desane.

"Does Barca really think that's a drawing exercise? Such a thing is done spitting in heaven. Sooner or later, a disaster must fall."

"It's okay. I also got permission from Bishop Paul of the Church. God will forgive you."

"Oh, my God. Why has God given me such a test....."

"It's okay, go back to work. Here we go, painter."

"No. I don't want to go back. I don't know Barca because she doesn't do it herself. Why should I draw up the human body?"

"For the development of medicine. It's an important job that's going to cost everyone their lives. Here we go, painter."

I was approached by a young man named Mosh, a painter who came to Vulcania to paint.

He came to Vulca with Kyle's magic inspired by his appeal for elaborate paintings even when he closed his eyes.

I looked at the painter.

At first, I thought I'd make a map, but I actually hired him before I gave him another job.

It was the job of drawing a picture of the human body.

Even so, I'm not letting the painter dress up as simple as he hates it very much.

He was working on drawing the parts of the human body that had been dissected in detail.

Well, I knew you wouldn't like it, but you came to tell me that you'd quit your job so many times.

If you ask the artist who hates you so much why you are making him understand the wonders of the human body, there is nothing else because the medical science around here is very undeveloped.

There are people around here who make medicine using medicinal herbs, but all of them are like private therapy.

Of course, I'm not going to make a fool of those medical treatments, but I'm like, "Is that really going to work? On the contrary, isn't it harmful to the human body? There are a lot of things that I think.

I was particularly shocked by the events of this year's battle.

There are certainly many people who have lost their lives and suffered injuries in the Fontana army.

Among them, I also saw the appearance of treatment.

But there was something astonishing about it.

Someone was dispensing medicine with animal manure.

Animal shit is, of course, extremely unsanitary in me.

However, it is not unlikely that it will have an unexpected therapeutic effect.

After all, magic exists in this world, and there are magic healing medicines and other things that I don't know about.

Perhaps animal manure can be the ingredient for a special potion.

As long as there are magical animals, they cannot be denied completely.

But that's why I don't want you to apply such medicine when I get hurt.

That's what I thought, so I wanted to make some progress in medicine.

The first step is for the painter to create an anatomical view of the human body.

First of all, what is the structure of humankind in this world?

If you don't know that, you won't be able to talk about the effects of treatment.

With that in mind, I forced the newly hired painter to work.

"Lord Barca, have mercy on me. I'm really at my limit. I can't. I want to quit."

I see.... by the way, painter, I've changed my story, but I've actually gotten something like this lately. I was talking about ingredients for a beautiful blue paint... Well, if I quit my job, it's none of your business. Forget it. "

"Barca-sama, let me see that for a second.... oh, isn't this supposed to be a phantom ore? This is before my eyes."

"It was a very precious thing. It was expensive and the amount obtained was limited. I may never get it again."

"Ah,... ah,... uk. But I...."

"Well, that's enough. It was acquired for Barca's exclusive drawing. Can I have it back?"

"No, I don't. I can't return this. I use this to paint....."

"What are you talking about? You said you were leaving Barca. Now, let's give it back."

"... oh, God, forgive me. I... it seems that I must dedicate my soul to the devil."

Who's the devil? Who's the devil?

"Lord Barca, I will continue to work for Lord Barca."

"Didn't you say you wanted to quit?

"No, that's not true. I am an honorable painter employed by this Balkan. They all draw masterpieces that everyone will recognize. I can't stop right now."

I see, I see. Let's get back to work. Your work as a painter awaits. "

"Yes... I understand..."

If you quit, the noisy painter will seem to stay safe.

I don't know how talented he is as a painter, but I do know that the painting is precise and detailed without compromise.

If you really want to draw a human anatomy, I want to leave it to him to do his job without having to do it properly.

Thus, even today, Barca's paintings were used to sell his soul to the devil, to obtain precious paint ingredients, and to stir up the anatomy of the human body.