"My back’s been aching," he grunted, looking away. "If you’re as good as they say, maybe you can make something for that."
She administered the potion at dusk. By midnight, Rui’s fever vanished. By morning, the boy was asking for breakfast. Potion Permit [010025F0126FE000][v0][US].nsp.rar
The villagers didn’t wave. They watched from behind half-closed shutters. In Moonbury, memories of a past alchemist’s disaster were as thick as the morning mist. But Elara wasn't there to argue; she was there to work. "My back’s been aching," he grunted, looking away