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"Every tincture, every draft, every single visit made to the lower-tier quarters in the last fortnight. Now." The head apothecary, a man who usually smelled of dried lavender and nervous sweat, scrambled to comply. We spent three grueling hours poring over the vellum sheets. I personally checked the inventory for Nightshade and Silver-dust—the counts were perfect, down to the milligram. I cross-referenced the names of every authorized healer and mid-level apprentice. Nothing.

as element pill are so much expensive than regular pill. But looking at the next stage, he felt like he can never become a cultivator now," calm down Theo, and think, there must be some other way," As he whispered to himself, Theo suddenly thought it might be possible to cultivate it," ohh.. i just need a botanical book about herbs, and i can cultivate again, i have this big forest with me, i can search for herbs here. that can help me cultivate the Five treasured organ." after saying that to himself Theo start laughing out loud, to his heart content. As he found himself a great solution," now i just need to go to the town, sell this stuff, buy what i need ahh," as he whispered he got up to

"Mr. Lloyd, what's that you've got there?" Andrew said calmly, "Oh, nothing too special. Just a bottle of each of the Vitality Pill and Titan Essence Pill. But these aren't the ones you'll find on shelves. These two bottles are internal reserve stock from Moonlit Apothecary—each pill here packs six times the potency of a regular one!" Richard's eyes lit up. "Mr. Lloyd, if it's not too much to ask, could my people take a closer look at those?" Without hesitation, Andrew tossed the bottles over. "Go ahead, Mr. Golding. I understand wanting to verify it—take your time."

"We’ll keep him secured." I was already running. The apothecary was tucked between a pawn shop and a tattoo parlor. It was a cramped, dimly lit space that smelled heavily of dried sage, sulfur, and old parchment. Floor-to-ceiling wooden shelves were packed with amber glass jars, hand-labeled tins, and ceramic crocks containing rare roots and preserved organs. Bundles of herbs hung from the rafters, and a thick coating of dust covered everything except for a heavy brass scale on the marble counter.

Walking into the apothecary was like stepping back in time or into a fantasy book. The clock was made of wood and counted time in Roman figures. The walls were made of grey stones and there were candles everywhere, no hint of electricity or any technology in sight. I saw different bottles and pots as well as old books and a few herbs. The space was cluttered and dim. A tall, pale brunette stood behind the counter, brooms that looked like something witches used to fly was against the wall. “Hello.” Her voice was crisp and polite, about as inviting as a glacier.

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“N-No! What are you talking about? This is a lawful Chinese medicinal pharmacy, we don’t do that illegal business here.” The chubby shopkeeper explained though it was evident that he had something to hide. “I’ve found it, Mr. Clarke!” Right then, Tiger appeared from the back of the shop with a large case of medicinal herbs. Then, behind Philip walked out an old man with a headful of white hair. Glancing at the case, he confirmed, “Indeed, Young Master. Strychnine tree, Jack-in-the-pulpit Tuber, Aconite root…” The middle-aged chubby shopkeeper could not defend himself.

Every surface was littered with books, candles, crystal, tarot decks, and statues of Egyptian gods. The woman behind the counter—a lady with a stooped back and a braid of thick black hair over her shoulder—waved at me and went back to her work. There was only one other customer in the store—a handsome man my age with red hair and broad shoulders. He was urgently scratching his neck as he argued with the shopkeeper over a number of tiny white pills strewn across the counter. As I walked through the store, picking up the books and leafing through them, I overheard their conversation. “… I need ten of these pills. Not tomorrow. Not next week.

Every surface was littered with books, candles, crystal, tarot decks, and statues of Egyptian gods. The woman behind the counter—a lady with a stooped back and a braid of thick black hair over her shoulder—waved at me and went back to her work. There was only one other customer in the store—a handsome man my age with red hair and broad shoulders. He was urgently scratching his neck as he argued with the shopkeeper over a number of tiny white pills strewn across the counter. As I walked through the store, picking up the books and leafing through them, I overheard their conversation. “… I need ten of these pills. Not tomorrow. Not next week.

“Are you?” “Any doctor would be.” Sylvia smirked. She preferred types like him—they don’t pry. “Heh. It’s hard to tell without an introduction.” The doctor gave up and sighed. He swept his hair back with a hand and smiled. “You may call me Loomis. I run this humble apothecary.” “Nice to meet you, Loomis. I’m Sylvia.” “So I’ve heard.” Loomis opened the drawer on the bedside table and took out a couple of items—a small round tin and pills on a piece of cloth wide enough to hold them.