C978 Withering 5(1)

The prescribed medicine was only for external injuries, and the owner had no trouble buying them all at the village pharmacy.

He went to the kitchen and took the food that his wife had just cooked. The shopkeeper knocked on the door of the two girls' room with the medicine he had just bought.

It was the best room in his inn.

"Is it the shop owner?"

There came a voice of answer from the room