Novel & Cerita Herbal Unscramble

Derick worried if he was being a bit too demanding. "No, it wasn't." Lorraine busily took the sample of the herb and then began reading from a row. "Oel Herb." "Ferlyn Herb." "Teyui Herb." "Wild Ginger." Lorraine was very fluent, almost instantly recognizing names with just a glance. She had been familiar with them since she was a child. It is as if a well-read person was fascinated by ancient poetry and literature. "Wait a moment," Jaden suddenly interrupted her. "You should also mention the medicinal properties while mentioning the name, it will make it more professional," he added, increasing the difficulty.

"I..." Skylar paused before continuing, "I didn't mean anything by it, Ms. Griffith. It's just that you know what this is. This herb is called the Celestial Herb. It’s sold for a low price but is incredibly valuable—more valuable than the Bloodgod Herb, right?" Eden smiled, her hands in her pockets, looking at Skylar with a roguish glint in her eyes. She raised an eyebrow, signaling him to go on.

Nodding, I poured a large measure into the glass. She said hesitantly, “He is preparing some herbal medicine for your ailments….” I frowned, “Did you tell him about my problems?” She shook the head. I asked, “Herbal medicine??? How will he get herbs here?” “He has a collection of medicinal herbs in an artificially humidified and warm herbarium here,” she said. “What is herbarium?” I asked. She said, “Herbarium is a collection of preserved plant specimens.” I took a long sip and closed my eyes. Once again we were lost in the delightful silence around us.

Symbols and words etched themselves onto the glass surface, forming the shape of an old prescription scroll. It was a ritual brew. A formula. Not complete—some instructions were missing—but the core ingredients were there. Most were common, simple to gather in any territory. But three stood out. Unusual. Rare. Dangerous. First: Spinal serum of a Farse Wild Hare.

I asked. “He needs a potion made with Ashwagandha, Dandelion root, Goldenseal and Slippery Elm. All of which we do not have. The invaders destroyed all our gardens” she said. “How can we get them?” “Every Salutary Garden should have these herbs,” she said. “Which pack is closest?” I pressed. “Ariode,” she said. “But he wouldn't make it. It's a five hour journey— if you're fast enough.”

“I brought you something. Herbs to make you feel better.” Gladia’s lips curled back in a sneer as she pulled on a shirt and pants. “Persistent little witch,” she muttered, yanking the door open with dramatic flair and smirking at Kerri as if the nurse had arrived to amuse her. Kerri held out a bundle of herbs tied with twine, a smile pulling at her lips. “Peace offering. Vervain. Angelica. And a touch of rosemary. This should calm your weary mind.”

I exhaled, nodding. “These two go well together. But let me check the others first,” I stated. Elder Miriam did not dissuade me, only watched as, piece by piece, I began to try combining the auras of different herbs together, discarding some and adding others. Eventually, I came upon a combination that could work. Four herbs lay before me: Nettle, Ashwagandha, Ginseng and Moringa. “These four, are they alright?” I asked her and she waved her hand.

"Very impressive. You got all three correct." The three assistants returned. One placed down a paper-wrapped object while the others removed the boxes. "This package contains residues of eight different medicinal herbs mixed together. After smelling them, you'll need to correctly identify at least six to pass." Clarence secretly clenched his fist—this was the real challenge. He had only managed to identify seven out of eight during his own test, so there was no way Felix would succeed here. Felix opened the paper wrapping and took a deep whiff.

Their fragrances intermingled in the air, creating a symphony of scents that stirred my senses. A sense of purpose welled up within me as I realized that I had been brought to this garden for a reason. The plants seemed to beckon me, whispering their healing secrets. With newfound clarity, I knew that I had to create a special herbal recipe for Rico, a concoction that would aid in his recovery. Guided by an unseen force, I moved through the garden, handpicking herbs and carefully selecting flowers that resonated with their unique properties. Chamomile for its calming effect, lavender for its soothing properties, and echinacea for its immune-boosting capabilities.

I pondered upon which herb to pluck that would be the fast healing herb for my ankle, my trembling hands seemed guided by Lea, my wolf, I could feel the presence, Lea, stirring within me, her instincts merging with my own. "Lea," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness of the night. "Which herb should we use? Which one will soothe the pain and aid in the healing?" Lea's voice echoed within my mind, a soft, reassuring presence. "The purple blooms, Ella. They hold the power to ease your suffering and hasten the mending of your wounded ankle."