Novels by joaworth

Carl clutched his forehead in despair as he realized that he had overestimated this profession in this universe.It made sense for an unprofessional apothecary like his father to have unpolished and rough tools for work.What did not make sense was how the personal apothecary of an aristocrat also had such poor-quality tools. The man did not even try to make anything more professional? Or at least tools more precise or refined?He sighed and dared not ask for too much. “Could you find me a few surgical knives?”“I know what knives are, but what are surgical knives?” Melissa blinked puzzledly.Carl explained patiently, “I need knives with very sharp blades.”“A knife is a knife… What’s this about a surgical knife,” grumbled Melissa to herself. “I’ll get Ralph to get them for you.”The woman fell silent for a while, but then she suddenly called his name, “Carl.”“Yes, Your Ladyship.” Carl blinked in surprise and bowed slightly, the same way Ralph always did when the countess spoke to hi

The next morning, a ruckus outside woke Carl up.He put on some clothes and walked out to see that Milton was brandishing a sword and practicing his moves on a wooden pole in the middle of an empty field.Milton was not using any of his supernatural powers to do this and was relying on the strength his physical body had.His loud shouts as he brought the sword down again and again oozed with might and dominance. Each time his sword hit the wooden pole that was as thick as a person’s thigh, a section of it would fly off as though he was chopping vegetables.“Good morning, Mr. Milton,” Carl greeted the knight and waved at him.“HA!” Milton swung his sword and sliced the wooden pole cleanly in half straight down the middle. He put his giant sword away and smiled brightly. Not a single drop of perspiration could be seen on his forehead. This entire exercise had taken him no effort at all.“Hello, Carl! Did I wake you up?” Milton walked over to him. “Want to have breakfast together?”“Sure

Melissa's gorgeous face exuded a dangerous aura.Carl pretended to look really panicky and gulped before asking, "Kill… who?""My fiancé, Viscount Heath," said Melissa flippantly. "If nothing goes wrong, he should already be waiting for me at Eisen Castle."Carl remained silent for some time before saying, "But… an aristocrat like that would be protected by formidable knights, right?""He might have some, but he doesn't need them. He's a knight himself, and he's actually a stage four Starlight Knight," said Melissa with a sigh. "Even Milton and Ralph combined are no match for him."Carl's lips twitched violently. How could he be able to kill such a powerful man? It was better to turn this offer down right now.Melissa's pretty eyes seemed able to read minds. "You, on the other hand, are an apothecary. The drugs you make can save a life, but they can also reap a life.""Poison?" Carl thought of the formulas he remembered reading in the tattered notebook as well as the knowledge he had

Zwart Forest seemed to go on for miles and miles without end.The group left the camp and protected the few horse carriages in between as they slowly traveled down a narrow path.This was Carl’s third day with the group. He had been observing them in silence and even though he had not gone around asking any questions, he still managed to gather some useful information.For example, he knew where they were headed. There was a castle facing the sea at the northernmost tip of Zwart Forest. That was Melissa’s fief.He also found out that until just half a month ago, Countess Melissa was still living in the capital and was a fairly powerful figure too.Alas, the old king died and a new king ascended the throne.That was when Melissa suddenly got everyone to pack their bags and head toward her castle instead.As for why she had to do this, Ralph, Milton and some of the other knights probably knew the reason, but they knew they had to keep it a secret and did not let any information about th

Carl's eyes were ablaze with excitement as he stared straight at the armored knight.He was very sure that the sword that the knight had brandished earlier carried supernatural power.After he had transmigrated, he thought he had merely traveled to a parallel universe, whose Earth was still somewhere in the Middle Ages. To see there was more to this world was a pleasant surprise."You are an apothecary?" The knight looked doubtful.The boy was covered in filth, looked like he was only 14 or 15 years old, and thin enough for a strong wind to break him in half. Could such a person be an apothecary?"He's lying!" Bob became antsy and started shouting loudly, "My lord, he's just a pathetic lowlife, a swindler, a thief! I can't believe this fellow is actually trying to fool a respectable man like you! He deserves to die!"Bob pounced toward Carl as though he were a huge grizzly bear. He had a nasty expression on his face and looked ready to kill the boy.At the same time, Bob was not all t

Carl sat at the top of the mountain and ignored the clearly antagonistic shouts coming from the foot of the mountain. His eyes were slightly unfocused as he looked up at the sky. The sun had set and two moons hung high in the sky.“Are you deaf?” Several teenagers charged up the side of the mountain in no time. Their leader was a plump teen who looked around 16 or 17. His limbs were chubby, he had a spare tire around his waist, and his face bore close resemblance to a pig. Even his nose was slightly pink.The source of the shouting was the miller’s son, Parker, and all his little lackeys.The bullies surrounded the boy before their leader grabbed hold of Carl’s collar and yelled in his face, “You little bastard! I’ve been shouting for you all day! Why didn’t you answer me?”“He clearly did that on purpose.”“It’s one thing to ignore us, but how could he do that to you, Parker?”“I think it’s best that we teach him how to show other people some respect.”“Thrash him!”The boys continue