Cunningham's Encyclopedia Of Magical Herbs นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Soon after I heard Elder Miriam call my name. Entering the herbal kitchen a basket of dried herbs shoved in my face. I recognized sage, nettle, and a special herb called moonlight thistle. “For me?” I asked, taking the basket on autopilot as I watched the sage Elder bustle about. “For the ritual,” She said. “Don’t just stand there, Sylvia. Come help me draw the runic circle. Luna, you remember the cleaning spell, yes? I need you to perform it. Seven times clockwise, seven times anticlockwise. Come on, be quick, the blood moon’s energy is wasting."

Isiah took a sip of hot coffee, “Are you sure you cast the right healing spells? He seems more angry than I remember.” “Do you think I could have some of that coffee?” Oren asked. “Sure, Isiah?” Isiah reached into his saddlebag and produced a tin cup. He took the pot off the fire and poured some. He handed it to Cain who in turn helped Knox take a sip. “I think I did okay, Knox. I tried not to use too much of the magic you had stored.” Oren felt for the standing bear Spell Node and found it in his pocket. He checked the magic with a short small spell and the magic was mostly there save for the amount he used the night before to save his life.

Which was why I'd been in this library since before the sun came up. The text I was working through now was older than most of what I'd already covered, a coven record from three generations back, handwritten in the cramped and slightly irregular script of someone who'd been documenting as they worked rather than transcribing from memory. It covered dissolution compounds mostly, ways of breaking or interrupting magical workings through chemical means rather than direct counterspell. It was technical and dry and I'd been reading it for two hours without finding anything that applied cleanly to what I needed. And then I turned the page.

Leon's help she could cure the wolfsbane faster. "Mr. Leon, I just got a call from Jessica. She told me that she has analyzed 13 herbs that make up wolfbane so far. The last one, however, she is not sure about. Can you offer some advice?" "Really? Let me see." Cynthia handed Leon her notebook with the names of the thirteen herbs. he took it and read it carefully. "The fourteenth herb she has no clue about. She wants us to provide some references to see what rare toxins exist in the world. Mr. Leon are there any books you can recommend."

After covering several hundred feet, he still found no trace of the fire lotus or any other medicinal herb. "This doesn't add up. According to the records, the herbs should be nearby…" he muttered. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a weathered stone tablet up ahead. The tablet, scarred and ancient, bore intricate runes etched with special materials that blocked spiritual perception, preventing the herbs' location from being discovered. Medicinal herbs used in alchemy often emitted distinctive fragrances, discernible only to those with keen senses. "There it is!" Chase's eyes lit up. Etched on the stone tablet was the name of a rare and precious herb—Dragon's Breath Grass.

So I changed into something comfortable and made my way through the pack house, quietly asking a servant where the library was. They pointed me toward a wide hallway that opened into a massive room with floor-to-ceiling shelves. Heaven. I ran my fingers along the spines until I found the catalogue I was searching for. About healing, herbs, magic, even old texts about elemental connections. I picked a green book, titled “The Gift of Nature: Ancient Healing Powers and Their Origins.” I tucked it under my arm and slipped outside to the gardens. The fresh air was calming, and the rustle of leaves gave me a strange sort of peace.

However, she knew that the spiritual power within the herb was very precious. Sabastian smiled proudly and said, "Senior Sister, that is the Seven Spirit Herb. In ancient books, it is described as precious fairy grass. It is great for beauty and muscle relaxation; it has about seven benefits. It's amazing!"

Like something was about to change. I opened it slowly, flipping through the first few pages. Handwritings everywhere. Cursive, neat, but fast... my mother's handwriting. It wasn’t just random writings either. There were lists... detailed descriptions of herbs, roots, powders. Some were familiar lavender, mint, valerian .... things I'd seen in normal medicine books. Others... were things I couldn't even pronounce. Some pages had tiny sketches of plants, drawings of flowers with strange petals, instructions on how to grind them, boil them, use them for healing cuts, burns, bites...

On the table were various herbs, crystals, and mystical artifacts, all of which she examined carefully, making sure nothing was overlooked. Rowena appeared focused as she began the intricate process of preparing the sacred ingredients for the potion. With precise movements, she selected each chosen herb, then crushed them with a mortar and pestle. The aroma of sage, lavender, and wolfsbane mingled in the air, creating an intoxicating blend. Meanwhile, a small bubbling cauldron sat on a nearby fire, sending dancing vapors into the air. There, Rowena carefully poured the crushed herbs into the cauldron. Her lips murmured ancient mantras as she stirred the potion clockwise with a wooden spoon c

Nearby, baskets held eggs nestled in straw, alongside bundles of dried herbs that perfumed the air with a sharp, earthy smell. On one shelf, a small stack of codices leaned together, their spines inked in neat runes and gold lettering. Some where—Pharmacology for the Gifted, Healing Through Elements, Herbs, and their Hidden Benefits. My discovery made me recognize that Lucan was a miracle. He was a truly gifted healer. I found medicines tucked into papers and jars. They could last years. Nourishments were also sealed away in enchanted ice that doesn't seem to be melting.