It was getting dark in the afternoon. The drizzling rain in late autumn softened the harsh rays of the sun that smothered the whole street. The steam flickering in each wind inadvertently slowed down the footsteps of passersby.Eden Noldorasga turned into an alley lined with ginkgo from the main road. He passed a small shop filled with ornamental plants and fresh flowers, a bookstore playing "For Elise," and schoolgirls giggling at the rows of love spells and energy stones dangling from a souvenir shop. Then he stopped in front of a half-open wooden door emitting a sweet fragrance.The words "Svartalf Pastries" stand out on the light-colored raw wooden sign in bold black. The wind chime made of transparent stones hung outside the old-fashioned door below, clanging with each gust of wind.He stepped into the vintage space with light wood colors, white, and a little pastel here and there. Around the wooden pallet tables and chairs were pots of tall betel nut trees, luxuriant blue hydran

Balan sighed: "Okay, come here." He stretched out his arms and hugged his crybaby little brother in his arms: “Thank you very much, kid. I am so happy about this, and you are my family too.”Eden hugged his brother tightly. His poor face quickly formed a mischievous smile. He raised his hand in a V with a butterfly fairy circling behind Balan, signaling the storm was over. The black-hair wizard knew that if he acted pitifully, Balan would be emotional!"I know that you are just pretending to be pitiful, so never do this again." Balan was slightly higher than usual voice rang in his ear and gave Eden goosebumps. Did Balan have eyes in the back of his head?Balan Svartalf gave his younger brother piercing eyes as if to say I - will - take - care - of - you and then flicked a particularly chubby-looking butterfly fairy dangling from his earring. This fairy rolled a few times in the air and then fell with a thud, huddled in the Fairy Bush grass not far away.Immediately a series of obscen

River Market was always noisy and bustling regardless of day and night. In addition to big old stores that had been famous for hundreds of years, this market had sidewalk shops selling everything, lock, stock, and barrel. The price depends on the bargain of customers and the quality of goods.The two brothers walked along the rows of shops seemingly endless, breathing deeply into their lungs the magical fragrance that hung in the air.Under their feet were spices, herbs, and magical plants with uses ranging from fun to silly (to be honest, who would buy a pot of vine licorice that tended to strangle master in the night for a thrill?). Moreover, with the herb garden of the Noldorasga family and the countless books that Eden had inherited, he was more than able to realize that more than half of the herbs were a hoax. Eden usually only paid for herbs that he could not grow (which was quite rare).For example, a few years ago, there was a time when he almost got his head pulled by Balan b