After Pasta and Julius left, Lulunaka sat on the counter for the whole morning.
She pondered over the small wooden sculpture in her hand. Sometimes her movements were very nimble, and sometimes she frowned and put the wooden sculpture aside. She lay on the counter and used the counter as a bed, squinting her eyes. No one knew if she was asleep or just taking a nap, but when she opened her eyes, it was always very sudden, as if she wanted to deliberately frighten people, but there was no one in the shop who could scare her.
Ward lay in the yard and had no interest in accompanying its owner in the shop.
This dog would sometimes disappear, and no one knew where it went, but most of the time, it stayed in the yard, fulfilling its duty of guarding the house … Perhaps, it was like that.
At noon, Lulunaka put the wooden sculpture on the exhibition table with a satisfied look on her face. "It's finally finished. It's not a waste of my time."
The wooden sculpture was of a woman praying. Her hands were clasped together, and she was kneeling on the ground, wearing a loose robe. She was praying to a god that didn't exist in front of her.
Whether it was the clothes, the appearance, or the posture, the details of this wooden sculpture were perfectly carved. There was no sloppiness. As a wooden product, the degree of completion was very high.
It wasn't a stunning work of art, but it could be seen that the creator had put in a lot of effort and skillful skills.
In Lulunaka's shop, which was full of strange goods, this was probably the most normal object.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves and wheels rolling came from outside the door.
Lulunaka's ears twitched, and she looked at the door. "How strange. There really is a customer here?
Or did I hear wrong? "
She said so, but there was no surprise on her face.
After a while, an old man came in.
This was an old man wearing a clean white robe. Half of his hair and beard were white, and he had a strong body. His expression was calm, and his eyes were spirited.
The robe he was wearing was not loose, and it tightly wrapped around his tall body.
If Lulunaka had to make a simple summary, she would say that this person was similar to Olga, but his temperament was completely different from Olga's. In terms of personality, there would be no similarities.
"Sir, what do you need?"
Lulunaka had a warm smile on her face, which was no different from the employees outside. Her words sounded like a girl who was enthusiastically selling flowers — in order to sell her goods to others.
"Although this is a small shop, we have all kinds of novel things. As long as it's something you want, even if we don't have it, we can find a way to make it."
The old man walked to one of the display tables and lowered his head to look at the things placed on it. "Where's the store manager?" he asked.
"As for the store manager, he went out with another employee today. I'm the only one here today," Lulunaka replied.
"Your store manager is very assured to let a little girl like you stay in the shop," the old man said.
Lulunaka smiled, "The security around here is still very good. There aren't any bad people. The store manager also knows some reliable friends, so he can go out without worry.
Besides, I have a loyal companion to accompany me. "
When Lulunaka said this, the lazy black dog Ward walked in. It raised its head to look at the old man for a while, then turned around and left, returning to the inner hall.
"He's indeed a loyal friend," the old man said, "but not a very reliable friend."
"He's still very reliable."
Lulunaka said, "Although he's a little lazy, his teeth are very sharp. If there's a thief at night, he'll definitely bite the thief until he screams."
When Lulunaka said this, she deliberately waved her hand, which looked like a dog waving its paw.
Looking at Lulunaka's childlike appearance, the old man's face had a smile on it.
"I saw the name of your shop, Luna's Alchemy Cauldron.
Is the store manager an alchemist? "He asked.
"No, I'm the one," Lurunaka replied.
The old man looked at Lulunaka with a surprised expression on his face. He glanced at Lulunaka again.
The petite and young girl was wearing a cloak and simple clothes.
Judging from her appearance, she was a cute but ordinary girl.
An alchemist?
This might be the most interesting child's words the old man had ever heard.
"It's not a good thing to pretend to be your own parent, child.
You might think it's a fun thing, but for adults, sometimes it's not a relaxing thing. "
Lulunaka tilted her head, her face showing a troubled expression, "This is difficult.
How can I make you believe that I'm an alchemist?
Even the name of the shop is obviously named after me. "
"Your name is Luna?" The old man said.
"Lulunaka, Master." Lulunaka replied, "I don't know how to address you, Master?"
"Barr is fine, don't call me Master, I'm not an influential person." The old man named Barr said.
"Okay, Lord Barr."
Lulunaka replied – it sounded like she deliberately ignored Barr's request and continued to call him Master.
"How can I make you believe that I'm an alchemist?"
Lulunaka nodded, and then suddenly realized, "Maybe this matter doesn't need to be too complicated.
Lord Barr, you have a jar at hand, can you help me get it? "
Lulunaka stretched out her finger and pointed to Barr's side. Barr looked down at the place where Lulunaka pointed, there was indeed a translucent jar, but he couldn't see what was inside.
"What's that?" Barr asked.
Lulunaka twisted the lid on the jar, "A little naughty plant, but it's still a cute child."
Barr frowned, a child in a can?
This wasn't something that would make people laugh.
When Lulunaka took out the thing, Barr really couldn't laugh.
Of course, what Lulunaka took out from the jar and held in her hand was not a child, so a jar could not hold a child, no matter how young the child was.
What Lulunaka held in her hand was a plant with a cluster of leaves and a very thick rhizome.
The rhizome part was light yellow, and there were two prominent roots at the lower end, which really looked like a human shape.
What was impressive was that there was a crack in the rhizome, like a … mouth.
"Wake up, little fool."
Lulunaka held the leaves on the rhizome with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to pull out a few roots.
Whether this thing had its own intelligence or not, when it encountered a threat, it would have self-defense means. It began to squirm, and the crack in the rhizome let out a scream.
The scream made Barr cover his ears. No matter how shrewd and unruly the market woman was, in front of this scream, she was as gentle as an angel.
This scream seemed to make the whole shop tremble slightly, and some of the things on the display stand and shelves that were standing tall seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.
Lulunaka did not have an extra hand to cover her ears, but she seemed to be completely unaffected.
"Lord Barr, listen to this sound, is there any sound worse than this in the world?
No! "She shouted to Barr so that Barr could hear her.
"But if the way to treat it changes, what will it become?"
Lulunaka put her hand on the part of the root and gently stroked it.
The shrieking plant stopped shrieking and slowly closed its mouth-like opening. Its entire root stopped wriggling and began to tremble slightly.
Barr slowly put down his hands, and he was relieved that he did not hear the sound again.
Lulunaka put the plant back into the jar, closed the lid, and put it next to her. "It's very naughty, but as long as you know how to coax it, it will be a good child.
Unfortunately, many people don't know how to coax a child, even some parents are like this. It's a pity. "
"That's the Devil Grass," Barr said.
"I usually call it the Devil Grass. Lord Barr, you have seen the processed Devil Grass, but it should be rare to see it alive, right?"
"It is indeed rare."
Barr said, "It's too dangerous to live. You put such a dangerous thing in a jar?"
"This is my material. How to deal with it depends on what I need," Lulunaka said. "Is the Devil Grass really dangerous?
For me, it's not. I have encountered more dangerous things beside the alchemy cauldron. "