Chapitre 4: Pt. 2
Roze was a witch.
Her mother was a witch, thus, she was born a witch.
She had lived with her grandmother ever since she lost her mother at an early age.
Even with just two people, the hut had become too cramped. This was because the cauldron, a common instrument for witches to brew their potions, occupied most of the area.
The walls were almost entirely stacked with storage cabinets. The books on the shelf were messily arranged with herbs and ingredients filling their gaps. Some even littered the floor. In addition to cleaning tools such as a broom and mop, a large vase beside the shelf was stuffed with scrolls.
The floor was full of objects, thus it was hard to walk on. Medicinal herbs, furs, and even dried fish were hanging from the ceiling. The air was spooky. The mixture of strong spice's fragrance and animal oil created an entirely different, unique aroma.
Thus, the only space left for guests consisted of a small table and a simple wooden chair right by the entrance. Of course, the table wasn't covered with tablecloth either. The place was more of a storeroom before anything else.
"Now, let me see them." Roze said while gesturing with both hands. Harij removed the skin bag from his waist, his eyes never leting go of the witch.
"The neck fur of an ultrasonic bat and the liver of an intoxicated fire rat—I've brought them as per your order."
Roze received the dirty skin bag. When she pushed aside all the clutters on the table so the bag could be placed, Harij eyebrows' wrinkled. He was annoyed for some reason…
To at least make the place more pleasant, she lit the table lamp. Orange light spread out from the center of the table, illuminating the surrounding vicinity. On the table, she eased down the skin bag.
"Good, there are no problems, these are exactly as requested! Not to mention, they're impeccable. Gosh, it's been so long since I've seen these beauties in their prime…"
Roze was so amazed, it was as if she had been graced by the presence of a miraculous being. In turn, Harij only gave a calm nod, concealing his true thoughts from the world.
"Well then, Witch, now you can finally start making the—"
"—Indeed! I can finally ask you for the next batch of materials."
"—THERE'S STILL MORE!?"
Surprised by the loud voice, Roze's petite body jumped for about three inch midair. Due to the fluffiness of her robe, her clothes almost seemed like dancing. In addition, it also caused dusts to rise.
"How many times is it already—!? 'The pollen of the flower that only blooms on a cliff during light rain'—! 'The first droplet of rain'—! 'Roots of Mandrake'—! And a lot more that I couldn't say all at once. Had this been an actual pharmacist, capital punishment would already await—!"
Up to this point, Harij had been patiently running about collecting materials. As there was a limit to patience, it seemed that Harij had used up his last bit.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone