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The master was also in the basement. I had to descend into his dark abode. Flasks and test tubes stand in rows on the shelves. A long table with flasks that constantly burned with a bright light. Even though the room was dark. In his white coat and with three pairs of glasses on his forehead, he looked stern. Strong muscles gave him confidence. He was not like other alchemists. He made himself. Many difficulties were in his way. But he went through and opened this shop. He took me as an apprentice. Although I remember myself only from the age of ten. He was my teacher all the time. He is my distant relative. I just don’t understand who he is.

– Here is the master, I brought you the ingredients.

– Put it on the shelf.

– Can I leave early today?

– Are you going to the ladies again? Don’t mess around there. And then there are different rumors about you. I do not need them and so the shop almost does not make a profit. But Okay, go to your brothel. Again you go to Sophia. From a glance, everything is clear. She is a good lady, I go to her regularly. Hurry up before someone else orders it. All the same, the shop is closed and I still have to take these potions to the treatment house. Go before I change my mind. And he looked at me intently. – Take eight gold coins from me from the cash register. We’ll all be finished soon anyway. Take care. There are many saboteurs roaming the city. There are many bandits. They say people break bones in the streets. Horrible what’s going on. I feel that the end is near.