The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine - Chapter 163

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 163

Episode 163 (2) It is difficult

when a ventilator is needed .

What should I express in times like this? Is there even a word in the dictionary to appropriately describe this situation?

“….”

Agent No. 3 of the Magentano Imperial Special Intelligence Department remained silent. I hid myself on the ceiling of the medical university inpatient ward and cast my gaze toward the empty hospital room below. And I thought.

What is the crown prince doing now?

‘Again. Again. I’m staring into space again and muttering to myself. No, in this case…

I guess I’m having a conversation with a ghost.

Or any other spiritual being.

Or maybe it’s a spirit.

So, if I were to guess carefully, it seems that the crown prince communicates with some kind of spiritual and mysterious being and sometimes receives phantom species as gifts. Otherwise, something like that can’t be explained.

“….”

Agent No. 3 suddenly became lost in memories. How long had it been since he had watched and observed the crown prince’s every move?

‘It’s been almost 10 years.’

Suddenly, I remembered my rookie days when I took on my first mission after being handed over by a senior agent. Working was very comfortable back then. The crown prince was lying in a hospital bed suffering from various chronic diseases. The only activity I could do was take a brisk walk in the hallway or garden.

Thanks to this, observing and reporting on the crown prince’s daily life at that time was almost a simple repetitive labor. It was an easy level that could almost be called inertia.

But now?

‘It’s so different…’

Agent 3 sighed softly.

He had once cheered for the crown prince to become healthy with a purely human heart. But now the crown prince is moving too much. It never rests.

Wouldn’t you suddenly go down to the underground gladiator to meet a gladiator? Are you going to Cremo? Won’t he even get involved in the civil war in Amboise?

“….”

I must receive a long-term travel allowance for following the Crown Prince all the way to the Civil War in Amboise and performing an observation mission. When the crown prince was in contact with the rebels, he lost track of his whereabouts for a while and wrote a condolence letter, but that was truly an unavoidable situation.

Agent No. 3 swallowed his own stubborn resolve. As the Empire’s best infiltration and stealth information collection expert, he continued to observe the crown prince with a calm gaze.

♣

It’s embarrassing.

What should I say in times like this?

Rachiel tightly held onto the cerebral cortex, which was automatically trying to cast PT 8 Whole Body Twist. And with shaking pupils, I looked at the three cards that appeared before my eyes.

[You have been presented with three candidates from the phantom species selection system.]

[The three candidates reflect your requirements 100%, 50%, and 0%, respectively.]

[The choice is yours.]

[Once Refunds are not possible for the selected candidate, so please choose carefully.]

…Okay.

That guide is all good.

I know what it means because I’ve already experienced it.

By the way.

‘I mean humanly. If you ask a question like this, how do you solve it?’

Rachiel’s perplexed eyes scanned the phrases written on each card.

〈Candidate 1: Hot tonight too! Balloon karaoke of passion!〉

〈Candidate 2: Bibung!〉

〈Candidate 3: I felt like my heart was melting from his warm snort. It was cozy. I felt like I was comforted. Ah, if it continues like this, it’s okay if my breathing stops.〉

“….”

Now, let’s start with reasoning.

‘It was difficult from the beginning.’

Rachiel frowned.

‘Is it hot tonight too? Balloon karaoke of passion?’

Does this mean that it is an animal with singing-related abilities? So what is a balloon? The ability to blow up balloons? Do you have balloons attached to your body?

‘A habit of singing while inflating a balloon?’

Rakiel suddenly felt something hit him. The neurons in his head, hand in hand, crossed the wall and explored clues contained in the authoritative Melondo from the Goguryeo period.

‘What animal sings while puffing up its body? I think there was a monkey with a big nose. I think there was a similar bird that sang during courtship… But is it hot tonight too? So do you sing only at night? Oh, perhaps?’

A lightbulb lights up in my head.

Rakiel’s eyes also sparkle.

‘…frog!’

It finally dawned on me. He looked at the first card and made his own inferences.

‘okay. This is probably a frog.’

Suddenly, I remembered my time in Korea. In particular, I remembered the small park behind the two-room rental house I lived in at the time. The park also had a pond, and every year around May, you could hear the sound of hundreds of frogs croaking from your living room every night.

It must have been a shitty concert.

‘Unusually, they cried more at night than during the day. So it’s a frog. They puff up their bodies and sing only at night. But….’

How much do frogs have to do with the ability of a respirator?

‘Do you store air by inflating your cheeks and use it for artificial respiration?’

Write it.

It’s a bit ambiguous.

Rakiel tilted his head. But there were still two more cards left. His eyes moved to the second card.

〈Candidate 2: Bibung!〉

“….”

I can understand this just by looking at it.

‘Beaverne Beaver.’

Somehow it was difficult to guess anything else. No, there seemed to be no basis or basis for speculation in the first place.

‘Artificial respiration and beaver. It seems almost unrelated. Then, out of the three cards, this one is the one that reflects 0% of my requests.’

So what is the last card?

When he saw the third candidate’s profile, his eyes became tinged with embarrassment.

〈Candidate 3: I felt like my heart was melting from his warm snort. It was cozy. I felt like I was comforted. Ah, if it continues like this, it’s okay if my breathing stops.〉

…Why is this guy the only one whose genre is rapidly turning into a melodrama?

‘Oh sir. ‘It’s so vague it’s driving me crazy.’

Rakiel unconsciously scratched the back of his head. The more I looked into it, the more I couldn’t guess anything about the morning drama. I couldn’t even guess what kind of animal it was based on.

‘But for now, let’s select as many keywords as possible. Warm snort. My heart melts. Cozy and cozy. Get comforted. It’s okay if I stop breathing… Oh shit.’

The more I reasoned, the more my head hurt.

Still, I get the general idea.

‘Snorting is your main ability, so if you’re snorting, you can stop breathing, right? This may be….’

Could this be referring to abilities related to ventilators? I felt like the hope circuit was running slightly. But I couldn’t be optimistic.

‘The problem is that if that expression is just a metaphor, it gets in trouble.’

Then, you end up getting caught fishing. I didn’t like that. Therefore, calculations became more difficult.

‘Now then, let’s recall the rules of the phantom species selection draw. There are three cards given. The percentage of each card that reflects my requirements is 0% 50% 100%. In other words… a hit, a hit, a hit.’

Based on that, what if we look at the three cards given now?

‘First of all, it’s clear that card number 2 is 0%.’

So forget number 2.

The problem was the remaining numbers 1 and 3.

‘One of the two is 100%, the other is 50%. But I don’t know which one is 100% the best. ‘I can’t judge.’

In particular, card number 3 was the most ambiguous. I couldn’t decide whether the phrase, which reminded me of a respirator with a warm and cozy snort that made it easy to stop breathing, was describing an actual ability, or was just a metaphor.

‘I’m going to be amazed.’

Rachiel frowned.

It was a draw that involved investing a whopping 2700 HP. If you fail this time, it will be difficult to retry. Moreover, the patient’s life may be in immediate danger.

‘Just pull out card number 1?’

His eyes rested on card number 1, which was presumed to be a frog-shaped phantom species. The ability to inflate the cheeks is clearly related to air, but can it really be used for artificial respiration?

“…no.”

He decided to focus purely on the introduction written on the card. Then a conclusion naturally emerged.

‘There is no mention of breathing in the text on card number 1. There is only a song. So, the conclusion is… Card number 1 is a phantom species specialized in the ability to sing using air.’

The use of air is clear.

The purpose is not artificial respiration, but singing.

In that case, card number 1 is a 50% medium discount card.

‘Whoa.’

After reasoning, Rakiel came to a conclusion and took a deep breath. I thought about it, but I wasn’t sure. But now it is a battle of odds. So….

‘Go all in on the side that shows the angle even a little more.’

Rakiel boldly reached out for card number 3.

Ding dong!

[You Candidate 3: 〈I felt like my heart was melting under his warm snort. It was cozy. I felt like I was comforted. You chose ‘Ah, if it continues like this, it’s okay if I stop breathing.’]

The message filled the front of my eyes.

The selected card number 3 was colored with brilliance.

Hahahaha!

The card flipped over. I caught a glimpse of the black silhouette engraved on the back.

‘…wings and tentacles?’

He narrowed his eyes.

Soon the silhouette began to shine brightly.

Partszzzzzzzz! Pachick!

Sparks radiating from the card!

The magic circle was activated. A new being burst out of the card, announcing its birth.

Patchoux!

An apple-sized lump that shoots out violently(?) with a small shock wave!

“Comong!”

“…Kengheng!”

Bah!

I haven’t received it yet. No, I received it face to face(?). I felt like I was hit straight. The bridge of my nose was tingling. I wonder if my nosebleeds might have exploded. But there was no time to worry about that.

‘Starting with the phantom species!’

You have to accept it. If you fall on the floor, you will get hurt. Even though the bridge of my nose was in pain, I opened my eyes wide. Then, a lump was seen floating up from the recoil of the blow to the face.

I stretched out my hand.

threw myself away

Like an outfielder who dramatically catches a batted ball while sliding, he was able to catch the new fantasy species just before it hit the floor.

Kwadangtang!

Safe.

“…Huge billion.”

But it was not the time to worry about the pain of a mere piece of meat. He first confirmed the appearance of the phantom species.

‘What kind of guy is this?’

“Comong!”

A new phantom species that shouts brightly from the palm of your hand as if answering.

That’s right…

“Elephant?”

“Comomong! Comong!”

A phantom species that smiles brightly as if saying it is the correct answer. It was a small, chubby baby elephant the size of an apple. But the guy looked this way and tilted his head.

“Comong? Comomon?”

“…huh? “Am I okay?”

“Comong!”

“Are you okay? why?”

“Komongkomong! Comomon!”

“what? Double nosebleed?”

It was a moment of questioning.

…Gurgling.

Immediately, the area below my nose started to feel uncomfortable. It felt like my nose was bleeding from being hit by the guy who had just come out of the magic circle.

“Uh oh sir.”

I was embarrassed and lowered my head. I had quite a lot of nosebleeds. You shouldn’t get it on your clothes. Even while I was thinking, my nosebleed was dripping onto the floor. My nose was so stuffy that I had to breathe through my mouth.

But it was that moment.

“Comong!”

The baby elephant phantom bell shouted. It stuck out its small nose in this direction. And then….

Hoowoo!

I sucked in my snort.

The nosebleed here went away quickly. My nostrils, which had been clogged with nosebleeds, opened like the opening ceremony of the Gyeongbu Expressway. But there was no time to be surprised. This time, before I could get startled, the baby elephant, Phantom Species, snorted.

Whoa?

The fresh and refreshing first-class air of Mother Nature blew into my now-opened and cool nostrils, drenching every corner of my lungs. In an instant, without any time to react.

Ding dong!

[Your lungs are surprised by the artificial respiration with active intelligent suction function.] [Your

lungs do a hula dance of joy after receiving an unexpected shot of fresh air.]

[The lungs have donated 200 HP to you. ]

[Current HP: 300]

‘…Awesome.’

bingo.

Rakiel’s eyes widened as she realized the abilities of ‘Komongi’, a phantom baby elephant she had selected after much deliberation.