Learning Herbology was something Luan had decided on long ago, but he had never had any way to pursue it.
Printing was not very advanced in this world, and paper was expensive as well, making books costly luxuries.
"Don't worry. As a ranger, I know at least eighty, if not a hundred, herb merchants. They definitely have handwritten copies on the subject."
On the third day after returning to Xilin, Luan received the three handwritten herbology manuals he had been hoping for.
Two of them were quite new, and their copyists had been extremely diligent. The writing was clear, and they even came with illustrations.
The name "Canary Pharmacy" was written on the title pages. Luan knew it was Xilin's largest herb merchant.
As for the last one, it was nothing but a battered manuscript. It did not even have a cover, and many of its pages had been eaten through by insects.
"The first two were gifts from the pharmacy. The last one, I bought from Raul."
Seeing that Luan did not care much about the worn-out book, Zalan continued explaining.
"Raul's family has made a living gathering herbs in Black Iron Mountain for generations. They learned about the war too late, and food prices were so high, so I lent them a hand."
After spending the past few days together, Luan had thoroughly figured out Zalan's personality.
If Zalan said he had helped them, then he could not have merely bought the herb gatherer's manuscript. He must have paid a substantial price.
"You could buy some paper. Then I could copy it down, and they could pass the manuscript on to future generations."
Luan actually liked this side of Zalan, so after hearing about his difficulties, he wanted to help as well.
"Oh! Why didn't I think of