I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World

Lynn thought there would be some time before he could develop a suitable mutated seed, but surprisingly, it happened so quickly.

Lynn held the extraordinary seed in the palm of his hand—the Whip of Thorns magic book didn’t mention that it could only be paired with one seed. This seed could be kept for future use. When better seeds became available later, it could be replaced.

Bowa woke up early. Before, Lauren worked as a baker and often worked late at night because many people needed to eat fresh bread in the morning. The sleep quality of Bowa, who lived with him, was not very good, and she would be awakened early every day.

Looking at the awakened Bowa, Lauren squatted down, gently stroking Bowa’s hair.

“You’re awake. Do you want to sleep a little longer? I can call you later,” Lauren said.

“No need. It’s just right to get up and make breakfast for you.” Bowa stretched out her arms from the quilt, embraced Lauren’s neck, and opened her eyes wide, meeting his orange vertical gaze with an affectionate morning kiss.

With a face blushing from being held back, Bowa gently patted Lauren’s shoulder and, after letting go, scolded him, “Have you not yet realized the length of your tongue?”

“Sorry, my dear. I couldn’t control it just now,” Lauren replied, gazing affectionately at Bowa.

Supporting her waist, Bowa got up from the bed. “What do you want for breakfast this morning, mushroom fish soup, or pan-fried steak?”

“Pan-fried steak. I remember you like that too,” Lauren said.

“Okay.”

Lauren hesitated a bit.

“Do you have something to say to me? I’ve said it before, no matter where you go, I will follow you. I am your wife, forever,” Bowa said, looking into Lauren’s eyes.

Lauren informed her about the master’s task.

“Lauren, are these materials important to him?” Bowa asked.

“Yes,” Lauren nodded. He only knew that the master had inherited some skills from that wizard and needed to conduct some experiments. Fortunately, it seemed that the master wouldn’t conduct experiments on humans, at most using some white mice.

“Then I will definitely help him find these things. You know, at that time, I thought I would never see you again. Since he saved you, he is my great benefactor,” Bowa said, stroking Lauren’s face.

Lauren lowered his head, holding Bowa firmly in his arms. “I love you, my dear.”

Bowa, with Lauren’s cold and scaly body, although she was initially frightened by Lauren’s appearance, she strangely found Lauren’s current look inexplicably cute as she became more familiar with it.

Tall, robust, powerful, and with those dignified vertical pupils.

In the Fragrant Orchid Pharmacy, the largest old pharmacy in Bangor Port, there was an old doctor who charged reasonable consultation fees. Many locals liked to come here to buy medicine.

However, with the recent shipwreck incident, Fragrant Orchid Pharmacy had become much quieter.

A red-haired woman, wrapped in a scarf and wearing a needle cap, entered the pharmacy. “Hello, do you have Blue Kingflowers for sale here?”

“I think we don’t have that medicinal material—I haven’t heard of it,” the girl behind the counter shook her head.

“Blue Kingflowers? What do you want that for?” The old doctor, sitting in a chair and reading a book while wearing reading glasses, turned his head. He lowered his forehead, revealing his eyes under the glasses as he looked at Bowa.

“My nephew is sick, and a local farmer from our hometown prescribed this,” Bowa said in a mixed Northern accent.

The old doctor frowned, “Blue Kingflowers were used some years ago, but they’ve been hard to come by in recent years.”

“Why?” Bowa asked in confusion.

“This medicinal material was already rare, but in the past two years, someone has been buying it up. Our pharmacy’s inventory has been completely bought out. If you want, you can bring your nephew here, and I can take a look. You don’t necessarily have to use the folk prescription,” the old doctor said.

Bowa furrowed her brows, then mentioned a few other medicinal herbs.

Among them, five were available, except for the last one, the Fake Silver ore.

“We are a pharmacy. If you want this kind of stuff, you’ll have to find someone on the black market,” the old doctor said.contemporary romance

Black market?

Seeing the woman’s confusion, the old doctor sighed and continued, “Fake Silver ore can be deceptively similar to real silver. Some unscrupulous traders like to pass off inferior goods, sometimes secretly mixing Fake Silver ore into silver.

“So, you can’t buy this stuff openly in the market. If you want to buy, you have to go to the black market.”

After thanking the old doctor, Bowa went to various pharmacies in the port to inquire, but there was no trace of Blue Kingflowers. In the end, she had to return with the medicinal ingredients.

Borg opened the door, looking at the unfamiliar red-haired woman outside with confusion. “Who are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for Lynn. He helped me last time, and I want to express my gratitude with a small gift,” Bowa said with a smile.

“Wait a moment. Let me ask my brother,” Borg politely replied.

Borg then went upstairs and knocked on Lynn’s door, interrupting his meditation.

“Sure, you go ahead and study. I’ll fetch it myself,” Lynn said, heading downstairs and accepting the medicinal materials from Bowa. “Thank you,” he added politely.

“No need to be so formal, benefactor. By the way, there are two materials you need that I couldn’t find. One is said to be available only in the black market, and the other is not sold in the market. The old doctor mentioned that someone is buying it up,” Bowa informed him.

Someone is buying it up?

Lynn contemplated in his mind. Blue Kingflower was the main ingredient of this reagent.

The main ingredient is the crucial core material for the efficacy of the potion. While other secondary ingredients can be substituted with those having similar or equivalent effects, the main ingredient is irreplaceable.

Someone is buying Blue Kingflowers. Does that mean someone knows the purpose of Blue Kingflowers?

Maintaining a calm expression, Lynn thanked Bowa and turned to leave. However, halfway through, Lynn suddenly stopped. He sensed someone observing him in the shadows.

With enhanced mental strength, Lynn’s perception of obvious and intense gazes became more acute. Although a common human trait, this innate sixth sense became stronger with increased mental strength.

Abruptly turning his head, Lynn glanced at the distant corner of an alley. A figure wearing a hat paused for a moment before disappearing from view.

Is he being watched? Lynn thought to himself.

He had mentally prepared himself for such situations when procuring items related to extraordinary medicinal materials.

In the alley, a figure sprinted swiftly. After turning a corner and reaching the main road, Benji felt a sense of relief amidst the bustling crowd. Regardless, the person couldn’t possibly approach him on the busy street.

Suddenly, he collided with someone wearing a trench coat. The last thing he heard was a low, obscure syllable.

Overwhelming drowsiness swept over him, and he collapsed into the arms of the person he had just collided with.

“Oh, buddy, I understand what you’re going through. Don’t cry. Later tonight, let’s go grab a drink.”

The person in Lynn’s arms leaned against him, wearing a hat as if two close friends were embracing. Lynn, supporting him with one hand, guided him into a nearby alley, gently patting his back as they walked.

Since he was already out, Lynn thought he might as well visit an old friend.

At the old port, Big Goldtooth smiled with a stiff expression, observing the unexpected guest.

“Little Fatty, not welcoming old friends?” Lynn was surprised.

“Welcome? Of course, welcome,” Big Goldtooth forced a smile, looking more awkward than if he were crying.

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