The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 137

In a bustling marketplace that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction, Mirabella felt the stirrings of frustration. How could it be that, amidst this sea of commerce, she couldn’t find the herbs she desperately needed? It defied logic.

Rubbing her temples as if to summon patience, she continued her trek deeper into the market’s heart. That was when her gaze landed on a quaint little shop named Nature’s Apothecary. Its old-world charm set it apart from the modern storefronts that lined the street, beckoning her with an aura of timelessness.

With a gentle push, Mirabella entered the shop and was immediately embraced by a subtle fragrance of sandalwood that wafted through the air. It was a refreshing change from the overpowering scents that usually filled the market stalls. This aroma was neither cloying nor harsh; it had a quality distinctly superior to the common incense she was accustomed to.

She surveyed the interior, taking in the simple yet tasteful displays of carved wooden artifacts that adorned the windows and counters. The back wall was lined with small wooden cubbies, each labeled with the name of an herb. A beaded curtain led to a back room, suggesting a private space beyond.

As she was about to inquire about the herbs, the curtain was swept aside, and a middle-aged man stepped out. He paused at the sight of Mirabella. His eyes registered mild surprise before he quickly closed a wooden door behind him and approached her with a polite tone.

“I apologize, but the shop is about to close,” he said. His voice was tinged with the subtle hint of sending her away.

Unfazed, Mirabella got straight to the point. “Do you have Greatheart Ginseng, Cureroot, Ember Moss, and Dragonbone Stone in stock?”

The man’s eyes widened with surprise upon hearing her request. These were rare and costly herbs, known for their soothing and restorative properties. They were not commonly used together, as the blending of their effects required precision, and a miscalculation could produce significant adverse reactions. Despite their rarity, there were few who sought to purchase them.

The man, noting Mirabella’s determined demeanor, realized she was a serious buyer. “We have all but the Greatheart Ginseng. How much do you need?”