The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 240

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 240

Episode 240 The Power of the Fountain Pen (3)

“So you’re saying we can just reverse the amount of mana input?”

“uh.”

“You have to invest a lot of mana in order for the flame to come out weak?”

“That’s right.”

Rachiel nodded.

And looked ahead.

This is the training ground again.

There was no one in front. Of course. From now on, I’m going to use the Flame Arms fountain pen in front of me. But I guess no one wants to become a crispy fried human by deliberately taking a seat over there.

Of course, I have no intention of failing the test run this time either.

“Your Majesty said so. Change your thinking. “Is there a law that says you will always come out strong just because you are strong?”

“Is that the hint you got?”

“uh.”

“But are you sure that your Majesty’s words mean that the amount of mana input and the amount of flame erupted are inversely proportional?”

“Well, we don’t know yet.”

Of course, you have to try it to know. In response to Damian’s anxious question, Rachiel just shrugged his shoulders. And on the other hand, I secretly resented(?) the emperor.

‘Anyway, that guy!’

The problem is that it is not honest. Another problem is that they still like to make people suffer. So, I only massaged my shoulders with great care, but the emperor only gave vague hints as a helpful tip.

‘Sometimes weakness leads to strength.’

That was the only piece of advice the emperor gave. I was able to roughly understand what it meant the moment I heard it. The problem is that it’s not 100% certain.

“Anyway, according to what Your Majesty said, this weapon has the characteristics of a tree frog. “The only way to find out is to test it yourself.”

“Can’t I do it?”

“Yes, no.”

“Why?”

I returned the reply to Damian, who was looking at me with concern.

“Because it’s mine.”

“….”

“It’s something I’ll have to keep using from now on, so of course I’ll have to test it. Only then will you get a feel for how to use it correctly. “Isn’t that right?”

“But…”

“Besides, you don’t have a bad mind. Did I tell you? “The perennial snow and fountain pen are said to be items made for the faint-hearted users of spiritual techniques.”

“All right. Then, I will stand behind you and protect you.”

“of course. If I get blown away by the recoil like yesterday, I should have a cushion… no, I should catch it. “So you wanted to be somewhere else?”

“….”

“I think the direction is a little crooked? Sir Cayenne? You’re not trying to avoid it if you have to, right? “A little to the left.”

“You mean like this?”

“Ok, fine. Phew.”

Rachiel caught his breath. And sent a signal to the surroundings. Dozens of people surrounded the training ground. They were the Royal Guards and Special Forces carrying buckets of water in preparation for any fire that might arise.

‘Well, it’ll work out.’

I am already confident.

All that’s left to do is check.

Rachiel held the fountain pen and activated a dark mind technique.

‘To the maximum!’

Kiiiiing-!

Since the powerful flame came out with a weak input of mana, now it is time to use the strongest mana output!

invested.

He held out the fountain pen in front of him.

Regardless of my confidence, I unconsciously felt a lot of strength in my shoulders. This was because my body retained the heavy memories of last night’s huge eruption and explosion recoil.

But the results were different from last night.

…bogolbogol?

No explosion was heard. There was no fearsome flames pouring out. Instead, a sound like boiling water could be heard quietly coming from the tip of the fountain pen.

‘uh?’

I eased my squinting eyes. I carefully checked the tip of the fountain pen. Thanks to you, I was able to see it.

‘Slightly boiling ink is flowing out?’

It was like that.

A few drops of translucent ink were bubbling on the tip of the fountain pen. So what will the temperature be? Is it boiling at 100? like normal water?

“Damian, please give me a towel.”

“yes?”

“A towel, a handkerchief, anything. hurry.”

“Oh yeah.”

I took the handkerchief he held out to me. I smeared boiling ink onto my handkerchief. Like doodling with permanent marker. I carefully touched the handkerchief soaked in boiling ink.

‘oh?’

It wasn’t very hot. For comparison, is it like a hand warmer when it’s the hottest? As I was throwing it away, I grabbed it with my fist. Still, it wasn’t enough to cause burns.

So this is…

‘That’s it!’

It was as expected.

The strength of the mana and the output of the flame used in this fountain pen weapon are reversed. At first glance, it may seem inefficient, but when you think about it again, it isn’t.

‘This is its own safety device. Because the characteristic of Asurahan’s mind method is mana amplification from the beginning. ‘Because that’s the basic nature.’

So what if you activate the mind method without thinking about it? Mana often multiplied and became more powerful. It was much more difficult to weaken Mana.

‘So, the input of mana and the output of flame were made in inverse proportion. Then, even if you use mana without thinking, a strong flame will not come out.’

That way, you won’t cause unexpected damage to people around you or get hurt yourself. At least careless accidents can be reduced.

‘That’s it. The settings were made so that it would be difficult to use strong flames.’

Perhaps that was the intention of the hatchling named ‘Flores’ who produced this weapon.

‘Then let’s take some more tests.’

I grabbed the fountain pen again.

I slightly reduced the mana that had been extremely amplified. And as expected, the response came immediately.

Buhwaak?

The cute, bubbling figure suddenly began to bloom from the tip of the fountain pen.

‘Then, apply more mana again!’

…bubble bubble.

Now I understand.

‘Then…’

Rakiel, who gained complete confidence, looked around. I searched for prey(?). Just then, a suitable target was spotted.

“Sergio?”

“yes! majesty!”

Sergio, the oldest member of the Special Forces, responded courageously and ran forward. He is a dependable man whenever I see him. Rachiel smiled happily and kindly and asked Sergius.

“You said your back still hurts these days, right?”

“yes? Oh yes, that’s right.”

“also. It seems like the muscle injury I suffered from Kranos lasted quite a long time. “Would you like me to take a look now?”

“yes?”

“Turn around for a moment and take off your jacket.”

“….”

What is Your Highness trying to do? Although Sergius was puzzled, he obediently followed instructions. And soon I had to freak out. This was because the crown prince suddenly placed the tip of a magic weapon that could emit enormous flames on his back.

Chop?

“…majesty?”

I flinch without realizing it.

The moment Sergio is surprised.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. “Hmm!”

Rakiel injected maximum output of mana into the fountain pen with all his might. Warm ink flowed out of the fountain pen with a distinctive bubbling sound (?). Before Sergio could react or withdraw, he applied ink all over the erector spinae muscles on his waist.

As if doodling with permanent marker.

Or like applying a water paste.

Right after that.

“Uh… huh?”

Sergius was even more surprised. It was warm. No, it was hot. I don’t know what the crown prince did to his waist, but it felt as if he had attached a warm sandbag to his muscles.

“Oh oh….”

It felt good.

The tension was relieved by the untimely feeling.

The corners of Rachiel’s mouth were also caught in his ears.

“how is it?”

“What is this… Your Highness?”

“Byeolgung Oriental Medicine Clinic’s first full-scale thermal compress physical therapy?”

“Poultice… you mean physical therapy?”

Sergio’s eyes widened. I wasn’t sure exactly what the crown prince meant, but somehow I felt like I already knew it. It was nice because it was warm.

Two more days passed after that.

In the meantime, Rachiel experimented with various uses of fountain pens on special forces soldiers. In addition, I practiced controlling the temperature of the ink printed with a fountain pen more carefully.

Because mistakes cannot be made with patients.

A medical accident may occur.

I practiced more diligently.

Thanks to this, I was able to adjust the appropriate temperature mode(?) for steaming to 5 levels. In addition, the length of time the warmth is maintained can now be set to three levels.

It was from that day.

A new clinic has been opened at the Byeongung Oriental Medical Clinic. In addition to hot compresses using a fountain pen and cold compresses using a fountain pen, my hand was a ‘pain clinic’ that actively introduced weak hand skills.

‘This may not extend the patient’s lifespan… but the number of patients coming to visit will increase because of this!’

That’s it.

The more the Byeonggung Oriental Medical Clinic prospers.

The more word of mouth spreads.

The probability that truly sick patients will visit also increases. Then it will be easier to secure your bonus life.

‘I will live richly for a thousand years and ten thousand years!’

As expected, it was thanks to the pain clinic opened with wild ambition. As expected, as Rakiel expected, a new rumor spread in an instant.

Achievement in curing gout among nobles.

There’s even a newly opened pain clinic.

“Honey, have you heard anything? “It is said that His Majesty the Crown Prince can make a sick person’s pain go away just by touching it.”

“Really? Then…”

“I will have to leave His Royal Highness at your father’s house.”

“haha. “It would be great if that were possible.”

“That’s right.”

“Then… this is not the time. “I have to take my father to the imperial capital.”

The number of people seeking oriental medicine at the palace of the ecliptic has increased.

The place where the rumor spread was not only near Magenta, the imperial capital, or within the territory of the empire. The footless horse named Pungmun crossed the border in an instant. Rumors of the crown prince’s kindness spread to the neighboring kingdom’s city taverns and even to Gangchon located at the foot of the mountain.

Thanks to you, a back alley in a small town.

Rumors of the crown prince also reached the ears of a fallen magnate who was wandering there.

“My hands are weak~ My hands are weak~ Ehehe~”

“…What on earth is that strange song?”

“Uh huh. “Have you not heard this yet?”

“what is that.”

“The crown prince of the empire. Well, they say that when he sings this song and caresses the patient, the painful area gets better as if it were washed.”

“haha? her? “What kind of nonsense is this?”

“What nonsense? “Is it true?”

“Ahh tsk tsk! “This guy is drunk. He’s drunk.”

“You must be the one who is drunk!”

“Oh, that’s okay. Please come quickly. If this continues, it will be late.”

“Eh, tsk. “If I go home late, where will my life end?”

“of course! “How scary is my wife?”

“Ugh tsk tsk!”

The two drunkards walked away faster. They didn’t know. The story they thoughtlessly shared reached the ears of a big man who was squatting in a corner of an alley.

“My hand… the weak hand…?”

The giant flinched.

It was a song I had heard before.

Even in the tangled threads of reason caused by the aftereffects of repeated mental magic experiments, that strange song somehow remained as a strong and nostalgic memory.

“Rihan… Surgeon….”

A rebel who once almost seized the power of Amboise. At the same time, the man was the ultimate sword master. The heat of longing bloomed in the eyes of the fallen giant Javilon.