NovelEnglishChapter 137
Chapter 137
In a bustling marketplace that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction, Mirabella felt the stirrings of
frustration. How could it be that, amidst this sea of commerce, she couldn't find the herbs she desperately
needed? It defied logic.
Rubbing her temples as if to summon patience, she continued her trek deeper into the market's heart. That was
when her gaze landed on a quaint little shop named Nature's Apothecary, Its old-world charm set it apart from
the modern storefronts that lined the street, beckoning her with an aura of timelessness.
With a gentle push, Mirabella entered the shop and was immediately embraced by a subtle fragrance of
sandalwood that wafted through the air. It was a refreshing change from the overpowering scents that usually
filled the market stalls. This aroma was neither cloying nor harsh; it had a quality distinctly superior to the
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She surveyed the interior, taking in the simple yet tasteful displays of carved wooden artifacts that adorned the
windows and counters. The back wall was lined with small wooden cubbies. each labeled with the nof an
herb. A beaded curtain led to a back room, suggesting a
private space beyond.
As she was about to inquire about the herbs, the curtain was swept aside, and a middle-aged man stepped out.
He paused at the sight of Mirabella. His eyes registered mild surprise before he quickly closed a wooden door
behind him and approached her with a polite tone.
“I apologize, but the shop is about to close,” he said. His voice was tinged with the subtle hint of sending her
away.
Unfazed, Mirabella got straight to the point: “Do you have Greatheart Ginseng, Cureroot, Ember Moss, and
Dragonbone Stone in stock?”
The man’s eyes widened with surprise upon hearing her request. These were rare and costly herbs, known for
their soothing and restorative properties. They were not commonly used together, as the blending of their
effects required precision, and a miscalculation could produce significant adverse reactions. Despite their rarity,
there were few who sought to purchase them.
The man, noting Mirabella’s determined demeanor, realized she was a serious buyer. “We have all but the
Greatheart Ginseng. How much do you need?”
A bit disappointed but still encouraged, Mirabella responded, “300 grams each of Cureroot and Ember Moss, and
250 grams of Dragonbone Stone.”
The man nodded, “We have those amounts.” After punching snumbers into the register, he informed her.
“The total comes to three hundred and twenty thousand.”
The price seemed fair. Mirabella pulled out her smartphone and asked, “Do you take online bank transfers?”
“Certainly,” the man replied, handing her a card with the shop’s bank account details printed on
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Mirabella glanced at the card for no more than a moment before completing the transfer in under two minutes.
When the man’s phone pinged with the confirmation, he looked up in astonishment. She had memorized the
account number with just a brief look. That was an impressively long string of digits!
Noticing the shopkeeper’s stunned expression, Mirabella raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”
Snapping back to reality, the man quickly assured her, “No, no issue. I'll get your herbs right. away.”
While he busied himself with her order, Mirabella casually inquired, “By the way, do where | might find Indian Old
Sandalwood?”
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The man paused mid-task, as the question caught him off guard. Clearly, this young woman's knowledge of
herbs and her surprising request indicated she was no novice in these matters.
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