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Before reporting to the transport convoy, Arla requested a detour, to Master Ye’s apothecary nestled in a narrow alley outside the capital. The old man was waiting, already grinding roots into powder. The apothecary smelled of sandalwood, herbs, and soot. Without a word, Arla-Rosa grabbed a wide basket and began gathering ingredients: Sheng Di Huang for blood cleansing, Tian Ma for neurological issues, Chuan Xiong for circulation. Then, her custom-made acupuncture needles, coated with a fine mix of jade powder and gold filament. When she turned to leave, Master Ye stopped her with a calloused hand on her shoulder.

- Final Solution* Beatrice Caldwell? Quickly, I pull out the folder. The folder is thin and contains only a few documents. I open it. And the first words I see on the first document instantly drags me down memory lane. *Nightshade acquisition, 50 packets. Supplier: Morgan’s Apothecary* Apothecary? Nightshade? Nightshade was Beatrice’s favourite tea brand, but to have it gotten from an Apothecary? What the hell is going on? Hurriedly, I bring out my phone and begin taking pictures. Now is not the time to ask questions. I take photos of all the documents before closing the folder and putting it back into place with the others inside the cabinet.

I repeated. “Indeed. One sent to that house every month. And yet, the owner of the house himself never knew about it. I suspect it must be some kind of drug, as it came from an apothecary.” “Really? Which one?” I asked again. “If I recall… I believe it was called the ‘Euphoria Apothecary’. Do you know it?” I grimaced a bit at the question. “Yeah. It’s a place that sells homemade medicine. Supposedly, at least.”

An Taotao looked at him and said with a smile, "Yes, it's over. Let's go back." Huang Chen nodded and subconsciously followed her footsteps. An Taotao immediately walked back to the place where she signed up, and soon came to the hall of Chinese Medicine Association. At this time, she also found that there was a big window against the wall in the hall, which displayed some things that Chinese medicine needed. An Taotao was so obsessed with these things that she couldn't help walking over and watching intently. There is a pair of acupuncture needles on display in the window, a medicine mill for crushing medicinal materials, and even several yellowed handwriting, which should record the experi

I stumbled around, searching for the light switch, and finally flicked it on. I hurried to the window and flung it open, letting sunlight and fresh air pour in. Just like a regular attic, cartons and curtains are laid around with some old stuff that belong to Mae. I arranged the one I could and saw a box laying at the far end in a corner I dragged myself to the box and sank beside it, breathless and slick with sweat. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled it closer and pried it open. Inside, I found old diaries and brittle, time-worn books.

He spoke with quiet conviction, then turned to take his leave, but not before casting a fleeting glance at Ragaleon. The Apothecarium smelled sharply of herbs and smoke, a pungent, earthy scent that clung to every corner. Shelves lined the walls, sagging slightly under the weight of glass bottles and jars, each filled with liquids of every imaginable hue—murky greys, deep ambers, and translucent greens that seemed to glow faintly in the candlelight. In the center of the room, a large cauldron simmered over a bed of smoldering charcoal, bubbles rising and bursting in the thick, dark herbal mixture. Wisps of steam curled upward, carrying the bitter aroma of roots, dried leaves, and crushed bar

“How do you even get into this thing…like…what is the front and what is the back?!” Mia couldn’t help but laugh. “No idea, but put it down in case you’re holding a bit that you’d rather not.” Tilly dropped the item like a hot brick. Coming up empty from the underwear draw, Mia went to Savannah’s desk. Mia was hoping that Savannah would have a diary, but there was nothing like that. However, as she riffled through one of the bottom draws of the desk, she saw something that made her pause. It was a large bottle of what first looked like vitamins, but when Mia looked closer, she realised they weren’t vitamins at all. Even though there were Chinese symbols on the side, Mia knew what they were me

The room was dim until Cain moved past her to light a lamp on the heavy central worktable, and the light spread outward to catch on shelved jars, leather book spines, copper instruments gone green with age. A healer's workshop. She'd never seen one — she'd been too young when the Ashford home burned, and whatever her mother had kept had burned with it. But she'd read about them in the books she'd stolen during her years at Blood Moon. She'd memorised the descriptions: the worktable, the drying racks, the journals, the apothecary organisation of a hundred small jars. This was that. This was exactly that. "How long has this been here?" she heard herself ask.

Upstairs. Mary Kinson shut the door, walked straight to the closet, took everything out, and started looking for the medicine she needed. In the wardrobe is an antique mahogany box. The lock construction demonstrates the advanced intelligence of ancient humans. It can only be opened by Mary Kinson and Yaoi. After opening, there are nicely stacked bottles of miniature medicine cans within, containing various specifically made medicines. The cell phone in her pocket rang at this precise moment. Mary Kinson looked up and pressed the answer button.