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

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

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

Of course, Carl was just joking.After all, he had no idea what the characteristics of this drug were or whether the concoction would be harmful to humans or not.The rabbit and rat had both gone insane for a short period of time before losing consciousness and he had not done any investigations on whether the drug had any other effects on their bodies. He definitely was not going to test this on humans at this point in time."Sure." Milton took Carl's invitation seriously this time. "I'll try it."Ralph ran to stand in front of Milton and said bravely, "Carl, give it to me! You can test it on me!"Everyone was stunned for a moment before falling over one another to be the first to get their hands on this drug.While the drug had its fair share of risks, the knights could see its benefits easily. One thing was for sure—both the rabbit and the rat had gotten a huge boost in strength upon consuming this mysterious liquid.An ordinary person mig

Carl was neither an aristocrat nor a merchant.He did not fit into this crowd at all and did not think he would be able to make any friends, so he just stood by himself in a corner and waited for the banquet to begin.Even though he thought he had kept a low profile, many guests still noticed him.After all, anyone with an invitation to this banquet had to be a member of high society. Carl’s demeanor and simple manner of dress made everyone assume that he was the son of a merchant.Several merchants looked at him from time to time, but not a single one recognized him.Their attention was soon drawn to something else. A group of maids walked in with an array of colorful drinks, warm cakes and snacks, and placed them in every corner of the hall for the guests to enjoy.This was the reception before the actual banquet. The guests picked up some drinks and began to chat even more noisily among themselves.Carl, on the other hand, was wondering ab