“Which one is the outer wound ointment? What’s this for? Ugh–it’s smell bad.”
I picked up some strange small jars and supervised them quite a while before putting them back to the shelf, the sighed in distress.
How foolish of me–I did not bother to ask the whereabout of the medicine needed for treating Alaric’s wound and just went upstairs. Now I had standing in front of this strange wooden shelf full of various size of jars, from smallest one that could fit inside my pocket until the grandest jar who it’s size reached my thigh.
“Alaric indeed has some weird hobbies, collecting strange plants and roots, putting them in a water-filled jar. Is he into medicine world? But his face card isn’t suitable with those kind of things.”
Some people who saw Alaric for the first time must thinking
