Nikolai slapped him atop the head with a playful yet firm gesture. “Keep those kinds of comments between us, alright? Don’t you dare say such things in front of her. She’s a pharmacist and her skills far surpass your brother’s. You best buckle down and learn from her.”
Asher dodged his father’s hand. The skepticism was etched across his face. “A pharmacist that’s just seventeen or eighteen, and yet better than my brother? That... doesn’t seem likely.”
After all, his brotherwas already an intermediate pharmacist. To surpass him would mean being at an advanced level?
“There’s nothing impossible about it. Don’t be prejudiced, boy. Once you see what she’s capable of, you’ll understand.” Nikolai huffed, adding, “Do you seriously think I’d let you assist her if it weren’t for the fact that James is here?”
Asher looked at Nikolai, thinking his old man had gone soft in the head, as his words were not making any sense.
“Enough chit-chat. Go on now, and learn. This is a one-time opportunity.” Nikolai didn’t linger on the subject; after all, some things could only be believed when seen with one’s own eyes.
Scratching his head, Asher made his way into the room. Nikolai glanced back once before striding off toward the main hall.
...
Stepping into the room, Asher initially held a dismissive attitude towards Mirabella. Her youth made it easy to overlook her abilities, but his condescension swiftly shifted as he observed her work.
“You... the medicine you’re making...” Asher struggled to find the words as he watched Mirabella in action.
Distraction was a pharmacist’s worst enemy. Mirabella didn’t glance up or respond; she simply continued her meticulous work.
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