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A few days ago, Ron had just come out of the alchemist certification examination venue, ready to share the good news with his mentor.
In the late evening, the herb store was sparsely populated, and the wind chimes hanging in front swayed gently in the breeze, emitting a pleasant and crisp sound.
As he pushed open the door, the familiar mixed scent of herbs wafted over him, giving Ron an inexplicable sense of belonging.
Lady Allen was standing behind the counter organizing the ledger, her bony fingers tapping on the yellowed pages.
Hearing the bell ring, she asked without looking up: "What do you need?"
Her hoarse voice was as cold as ever.
"Madam, it's me, Ron."
He walked up to the counter, his tone filled with joy: "I've passed the alchemist certification exam!"
Only then did Lady Allen lift her head, her deep green eyes inspecting him as usual.
