Penniless Girl? She Is The Genius Healer

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melled of sulfur and dried herbs. The shop was crowded. Witches and wizards pushed past each other. I walked

stood on his tiptoes. He stared at a shimmerin

unter. He stirred a bubbling iron cauldron with a long wooden ladle. A th

cross the counter. He smacked the heavy wooden ladle hard against Greyso

voice carried across the shop. Several customers turned to watch. "That scale cos

injured hand against his chest. He bit

yell. I didn't draw my Spirit Wand. I reached across the glass. I grabbed the old man's right wrist. I didn

quiet shop. The bones in the old man's wris

His fingers went completely limp, permanently mangled. The wooden ladle

ll take your other arm," I stated.

counter, sobbing in pain. I looked past him at the bubbling ca

dd crushed moonstone. That book has a fatal error on page one hundred and forty-seven. If you add the moonstone before

f pain and humiliation. "Nonsense! This textbook is based on the Magical Congress classi

rom a bowl with his good hand. He threw it

ick black smoke billowed toward the ceiling. The iron sides of the cauldron groaned under t

robes. He fell hard onto the floor. He covered his head with his one good arm, waiti

from a nearby display rack. I popped the cork off with my thumb. I held the via

d rapidly cooled. The color shifted from black to a pristine, glowing silver fluid

He stared at the perfect potion. He forgot hi

he counter and picked up the blue dragon scale from

scale belongs to an adolescent dragon that was poisoned to death. It did not shed naturally. You are not just an incompetent brewer

nd shook violently. He grabbed a large leather sack from under the counter. He frantically shoved top-tier ingredients into the bag with

dly, his forehead nearly touching the wood. "Please, do no

her bag. I looked at the r

hands next t