noble pharmacist

The weather is warmer and cooler than any season, and when you open the windows, you can see the calm ocean and the dying beech forest.The sky was so clean that there was no speckle of color, and leaden gray cumulus clouds began to appear in the far edge.I folded my summer linen dresses in a closet and pulled out a dark wool cape.Autumn is always bright and warm, and you don’t want to do anything all day, just lean on the rocking chair by the window and read Wordsworth’s "Lyric Ballads"-preferably with a plaid blanket on your lap .I heard that there will be rain in a few days, and the envelope on the table is slightly damp.

I hope the postman can send it out smoothly tomorrow.

Although I don't know if the person who received the letter on the other side of the sea is still alive.

But dear Cecilia, I hope you will have time to read it.This is what I promised to tell you, the truth of the whole incident.

My name is Anderson Butz, and I'm the only pharmacist in the seaside town of Cole.

Whenever I think of Ryan, I always remember him leaning on my doorframe, winking at me, taking a piece of ambergris that he didn't intend to pay for.

"I walked down the pebble path by the sea and thought I'd meet an angel at the end of the road. Honey, I just saw you and your pharmacy. Money is a bit tight now, but if you want, I can send my heart for you."

He is the actual funder of this pharmacy, and he has been walking along the path, whether it is a coincidence or not, the end must be here.But every time he meets Ryan, he is good at creating an atmosphere of a coincidence.

Ryan Black is a troubadour, has a private circus troupe, and tours all over Denton. Every autumn, he happens to come to Cole and stay for a month.

He'd lean out of my studio window and say, "Anderson, you're gorgeous with your gray-blue eyes and blond hair."

Or "Saw Lisa you liked when I went to the tavern yesterday, and she has fluff all over her lips."

At the time I seemed to have liked a girl named Lisa.She was plump and strong, with fair hair and a sweet smile, and she was the object of affection for all the Cole boys—and I was no exception.Lane made fun of me for that.

Ryan is not a calm and handsome man, but he has a special charm.He could easily flirt with all kinds of women, and he was equally at ease in the rough country pubs and the luxurious halls of the Duchess' castle.All his circus troupe belongings include an open carriage, two clowns, a girl playing the harp and a handyman, and he himself acts as a coachman and accountant.His long black curly hair was carefully pomaded, and his bonnet was decorated with a peacock feather.The robes were a striking dark purple, embellished with dramatic gold patterns.If it weren't for the ironic smile on his face and the fancy clothes, sometimes I almost think he is a rare handsome man.

Whenever he leans against my door with his arms folded and watches me mix herbs, it will give people the illusion that we have known each other for a long time.

In fact, we only maintained a simple bed partner and friend relationship.

Five years ago, during the royal rebellion in Chateau d'Aye, Ryan took the circus troupe to dig graves in the churchyard there.He said he wanted to get some dead people's teeth and go to the market to exchange money, but he was unlucky and dug me out.

He later admitted that it was all because of this face.

"Bless Christ, I opened a coffin and saw my Sleeping Beauty—one breath left!" And reminded without hesitation: "Baby, if you don't have money to pay, you can sleep with me."

It is said that when I was first pulled out of the coffin, I was covered with sword wounds, and Ryan hung my bloody bandages on the open carriage as a circus logo, and it did not fade for three months.Because the knee injury was too serious, when I went to the coastal town of Cole that spring, Ryan said that the seaside air was warm and humid, and suggested that I stay here to recuperate.So he borrowed his gold coins to open the pharmacy.

I asked Ryan why he wanted to be a troubadour.

He put his index finger on his lips and shook: "Shh, because I'm looking for someone."

"Anderson, have you heard of King Andre's illegitimate son?"

This country is called Denton, and it is composed of four duchies united.Along the Agate River that runs through the whole territory, from south to north, there are Maple Leaf County by the sea, the Cornwall Plains, Thurso in the western desert, and Fryland where the northern forest is located.From the northern forest to the north, there are snow-covered mountains all year round, inhabited by the legendary dragon clan who lived with the dragon.

Denton is ruled by the Lancastrian family.Five years ago, the old king Edward died, and the new king Curtis Lancaster took the throne.After succeeding to the throne, Curtis quickly rebuilt the hot spring palace in the royal capital.His extravagant life is based on heavy taxes—for herbal medicine, five years ago, he only paid fifteen copper coins to the tax collector every month, but now it has risen to fifty copper coins.Heavy taxes and rampant slave trade finally triggered the uprising.The rebels called themselves the Liberal Party.They insisted that Curtis was not the true heir to the royal family, since King Edward had an illegitimate son who was still alive.