Trust me bro, an Angel of God delivered these words to me, and the Devil was there as a witness to the event, he even played a piece on his fiddle in celebration when I finished transcribing God's words.I guess it's better than saying "The god revealed it all to me in a dream" and let that be the be-all and end-all, end of discussion trust me bro.
Srinivasa Ramanujan?I guess it's better than saying "The god revealed it all to me in a dream" and let that be the be-all and end-all, end of discussion trust me bro.
His real little brother died because of the lightning strike, thoughPoor Palle, his brother became a royal court pharmacist, has an empire-backed pharmacy in the capital, AND other-worldy knowledge of modern medicine
And what does he get? Cancer![]()
I don't know, I feel like underplaying it as speculation and theory might actually open it up to criticism as "unfounded nonsense" by some oldhead pharmacists who refuse to even attempt replicated results. Outing himself as an avatar of the medicinal god would probably prevent some problems down the line, but the author clearly doesn't want to do that so soon.I guess it's better than saying "The god revealed it all to me in a dream" and let that be the be-all and end-all, end of discussion trust me bro.
wait waaaaaat? I was so sure he was told about itHe doesn't know that Farma owns it, only that he works there.