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Pharmacy Hall.
Corbyn had Jacob and Carly head out to pick up smedicine while he led Flora upstairs to the third floor.
"Flora, I've got to apologize for what happened today. | should've kept a better watch over the folks in my hall."
Though his words were polite, Flora took him at face value and replied, "Well, maybe you should be stricter with
them next time."
Her candidness made Corbyn chuckle. "Alright, alright, I'll keep them in line."
As he spoke, Corbyn pulled out a vial of medicine he had previously bought from Flora at an underground
market. "Flora, did you make this yourself? I've been studying it, but something seems off."
He handed her his notes and the pills he crafted based on her original recipe. In the world of academics, age is
just a number, and he felt no shin seeking her insights.
Flora took a good look at the notes and raised an eyebrow. No doubt about it, he was indeed the head of
Pharmacy Hall. He had detailed every ingredient, and the pills he made were nearly identical to hers, perhaps
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Considering the advanced equipment she used to make hers, it was impressive. The Martial World was a bit
behind Austenberg when it cto technology, especially medical equipment. Yet, Corbyn managed to produce
these pills with what could only be described as primitive tools.
"Corbyn, you've got quite the knack for this. Your pills are better than mine," Flora smiled, grabbing a pen from
the table. "But | think there are a few tweaks you could make."
She marked a few spots on his notes. Corbyn listened closely, having a series of lightbulb moments as he
watched Flora with newfound admiration.
Even after she finished speaking, he was still mulling over her words. This girl was something else. At his level, it
was rare for anyone to point out his mistakes and discuss medicine with him like she did.
"Flora, if you hadn't shared so much withjust now, | would've asked you to be my apprentice."
Flora turned to him, surprised. An apprentice?
"But I've had a change of heart," Corbyn continued, his tone shifting. "I think we're more like friends who don't
bother with age."
Flora was a bit taken aback. What was he getting at?
"Flora, how about this?" Corbyn said,
rubbing his hands together with excitement... "Don't callCorbyn anymore call'brother.' Consider
Pharmacy Hall your second home. Drop by often, keepcompany, and let's dive into smedical
discussions."
Flora was speechless for a moment. Did people in the Martial World always skip the formalities like this? Corbyn
was old enough to be her
grandfather, and now he wanted her
to call him... brother?!
In the Martial World, folks who practiced ancient martial arts often lived much longer, sometimes even a couple
of centuries, so age wasn't really a big deal for them. "What do you say?" Corbyn asked, eyes full of hope.
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Flora cleared her throat and nodded. "Alright, brother."
The word rolled off her tongue more
easily than she'd expected. Her
conversation with Corbyn had been enlightening. He was incredibly talented, and regular chats with him would
definitely be beneficiab
Plus, Corbyn was a golden opportunity she couldn't pass up. She'd be foolish not to seize it.
Corbyn beamed, "Ah, sis!"
Seeing him, with his silver hair, call her sister almost made Flora choke on her own spit. Yeah, there was still a bit
of an adjustment period.
Corbyn, having gained a sister, was thrilled and showered Flora with gifts. Carly and Jacob weren't left out either;
they also scored scool stuff. The tspent over three hours at Pharmacy Hall, leaving with their goodies
fully packed.
The Roth Family.
"Tara, give this a taste. Your uncle made it himself."
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