Tingen, at noon.
Monday was the second day of the week, regarded in occultism as the day symbolizing the Moon.
For the vast majority of ordinary people, however, its most significant meaning was clearly far more immediate and burdensome than its occult significance-
The start of the working week.
But for a certain herbal shop owner, this day was fundamentally no different from the other six days of the week.
Well, at least before he met the customer who walked into his shop that day.
"Rosen Duckweed" had maintained his usual good mood and had thought exactly that.
"East Borough... 18 Vlad Street. That's right, this is the place."
Lin Chuan tilted his head up slightly, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on a shop across the street. A conspicuous line of black lettering was painted on the wooden sign hanging beside its door:
"Rosen's folk herbal shop."
According to Klein's client, the owner of this shop was an apothecary from Lenburg who possessed quite a few folk remedies with "miraculous effects."
Of course, Lin Chuan knew perfectly well that this herbal shop owner was not only a genuine Apothecary, but also very likely Darkwill, the Fat Apothecary from the School of Life.
After all, someone who enthusiastically tried to sell mummy powder at every opportunity, never forgetting his original aspirations even after traveling through multiple cities...
Only this fellow, who had abandoned the Monster Pathway without hesitation just to concoct that particular potion, could pull that off.
Pushing open the door, Lin Chuan strolled inside. The shop was filled with the scents of various herbs, somewhat reminiscent of the old traditional Chinese medicine shops he remembered.
Behind the counter stood a plump man in his thirties or forties, with short black hair and a round face.
He