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As soon as he walked to the entrance of Karui Street, Fang Xiao saw a figure receiving it with his hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The old woman, who was blind and had a pale face, sat quietly at the entrance of Karoo Street, with an iron box in front of her, and a basket of blooming and lightly scented Garollan.

It turns out that this old woman often sets up stalls here...

...... Let's go buy a few more flowers...

Fang Xiao walked towards the old woman, the old woman was sitting there quietly, leaning against the wall behind her, she seemed to notice something after hearing Fang Xiao's footsteps coming over, and slowly leaned forward and listened carefully.

Jingling!

A copper coin fell into the old woman's iron box, Fang Xiao squatted down, looked at the old man with an old face in front of him, and said, "I'll buy ten Garol orchids." Then he picked it up in the basket that he had placed in front of the old man.

"Little sir, is that you?" The old woman leaned forward and asked with some emotion.

Fang Xiao raised his head and glanced at the old man, smiled, did not say anything, but continued to carefully select those flowers from the old man's basket that did not look good.

"Little sir, I know it's you!" The old woman said excitedly, then reached into her arms with a trembling hand, took out a wrapped handkerchief, put it in the palm of her hand, and then carefully untied the handkerchief with the other, revealing five silver coins wrapped in a handkerchief, and held it in front of Fang Xiao with trembling hands.

"Little sir, thank you for treating me, these are the money paid to you!" The old woman was grateful, but slightly embarrassed: "I know this is not enough, but I'm really sorry, I only have so much, you take it first, and I'll find a way to return the rest of the money to you..."

After picking the flowers, Fang Xiao held the ten ugly-looking Garollan in his hand, stood up, and said to the old woman in front of him with a smile: "Grandma, you have recognized the wrong person!" ”

"I won't admit to it." The old woman shook her head slowly, and said gently, "Although I can't see my eyeshadow, I can't mistake your voice." Little sir, you can take it. ”

"You really recognized the wrong person," Fang Xiao said, "I haven't treated you, goodbye!" ”

After speaking, Fang Xiao turned around and was about to leave, the old woman was a little at a loss at this time, she guessed that Fang Xiao might refuse to accept the money, but she didn't guess that Fang Xiao would refuse so thoroughly, and she didn't even leave it to herself after a chance...

Holding the five heavy silver coins in her hand, the old woman smiled and shook her head helplessly.

"Little Mister!"

Just as Fang Xiao turned around and was about to leave, he heard the old woman stop him again.

Fang Xiao looked back and saw that the old woman had already stood up with her cane in both hands, she didn't look at Fang Xiao's position, but looked at her in front of her.

The old woman smiled and said kindly, "Little sir, if you like Garolland, then come again..."

“... Well, I will. Fang Xiao nodded, turned around and left...

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Fang Xiao was standing in front of a shop on Karui Avenue at this time, waiting patiently.

"Okay, it's out!"

The boss wore a pair of heavy gloves and opened the door of the stove with his hand, and for a moment, the sweet smell of bread instantly filled the entire street.

"Little brother! Here are the three loaves you want! The owner of the bakery was a middle-aged man with a beard, he wrapped three breads in a paper bag, handed them to Fang Xiao's hand, and reminded with a smile: "Freshly baked, be careful of being hot!" ”

"Thanks!" Fang Xiao took the bread in his hand and couldn't wait to take out a loaf of bread and take a bite

It tastes so good...

"Boss, I'm asking you something," Fang Xiao asked vaguely while chewing on the hot bread in his mouth, "Is there an alchemy store on this Karui Street?"

"Alchemy?" The boss wiped his hands with the hem of his apron, and replied with a smile: "Haha, little brother, you can ask the right person, there is an alchemy shop on this street, and ordinary people don't know about it." ”

There really is!

Fang Xiao had just walked around the entire street, and he hadn't found any shops selling alchemy instruments at all, and he thought that there might be no alchemists in such a small city.

The boss pointed to a small alley that looked deep not far from his shop, and said, "You go in from that alley until you reach the end, and that shop looks tattered!" ”

“……”

Worn-out?

There's always a not-so-good premonition...

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"It's really fake..."

This alley is a dead end, not very deep, and the width is very narrow, and the only one that can be called a shop in the entire small alley is the one in front of Fang Xiao.

Could the owner of that bakery just now be a great writer who lives in seclusion?

I couldn't find a better word to describe this store than "tattered"...

The broken glass, the broken doors and windows, covered with dust, and the store's signboard had fallen down, and the shopkeeper didn't seem to intend to hang it up again, so he simply erected it in front of the store, and covered it by the way. Although the signboard was covered with thick dust, Fang Xiao could still distinguish the words written on the signboard

"Sylvie's Alchemy Cabin"

Want... Want to go in?

Fang Xiao lingered at the door for a long time, tangled.

Shouldn't the alchemy shop be the kind of gloomy and mysterious atmosphere that houses an old witch who seems to like to eat children...

Is this really an alchemy shop...

But in the end, Fang Xiao decided to go in and take a look, because he saw a few strange things scattered on the ground through the broken glass...

It's really a piece of equipment that only alchemy can use...

Fang Xiao pushed open the door, and several barrels on the ground clanged, and several bottles blocking the door were pushed to the side.

The room was in a very messy place, all kinds of alchemical equipment were piled up everywhere like rags, almost filling the entire small hut, and there were rows of shelves on the walls of the room, and the shelves were densely placed with all kinds of bottles, some of these bottles were empty, some were holding some strange things, all solid liquids, each bottle was labeled with a slight yellowing, and the handwriting on the label was mostly blurred because it was covered with a layer of roaring dust.

The size of the room is not small, but the whole room is very congested because of the random placement of various things on the floor, and in one corner of the room is a table with books as high as a hill scattered on the table.