"Uh..." Fat Apothecary paused for a moment. He cautiously stole a glance at Alice and struggled to find the words. "It, it wasn't that scary..."
Alice stared at him. "But you were clearly very afraid."
Fat Apothecary said in a tone that was nearly tearful, "I-I'm just more timid..."
His attitude inexplicably left Alice feeling stifled. She stared at Fat Apothecary for a long while, but in the end did nothing and lowered her eyes to ask:
"What about the medicine?"
Fat Apothecary froze for a moment, then hurriedly got up from the floor, dug out two bottles of potion, and shoved them into Alice's hands, earnestly instructing her:
"They'll be usable for six months. Please rest assured!"
Alice shot him a sidelong glance. In the end, she said nothing and left the Herb Shop with the potions.
Only after walking more than ten meters did Alice stop, turn back, and murmur at the Herb Shop, long since obscured by the crowd:
"Come to think of it...
"Shouldn't the Dice of Probability be with the School of Life?"
If he could steal out the Dice of Probability... No, whatever the reason, it would be fine as long as he could bring it out...
The thought flashed through Alice's mind, making her laugh out loud. Shaking her head, she talked to herself:
"What am I thinking? How could a Low Sequence Beyonder possibly come into contact with something on the level of a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact?"
At that thought, Alice suddenly remembered a question:
"Come to think of it, Mr. Apothecary should actually be a very timid... very cautious Beyonder, right?
"Running a shop in one place for so long makes it easy for official Beyonders to find him... But he..."
Alice frowned slightly. Recalling the herbs in Fat Apothecary's