The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 514

Asher had been watching Dane intently as he finished concocting the medicine. When the furnace was opened, the mold revested four perfectly formed pills, while the rest had turned into a fused lump of blackish dregs.

The sight brought back memories for Asher of the time he had watched Mirabella produce the same pills, prompting him to ask, “Dene, what if you put like twenty in the kiln, and twenty come out all perfect, what would that mean?”

Dane carefully picked the four successful pills from the mold and placed them in a ceramic bowd to cool. Only then did he look up at Asher and respond, “That’s just not possible. No one can put in a certain number and get the same number out”

With the amount of ingredients he used today, the yield was quite impressive. Any other apothecary might get, at best, two or three pills. Asher scratched his nose thoughtfully. “But what if there really was someone who could? Would it still be considered a failure?” He wasn’t an apothecary himself, so he had a limited understanding of the process. His curiosity was piqued because he had seen Mirabella at work before, and now watching Dane, he felt compelled to bring it up

Dane dumped the unsuccessful remnants of the concoction into the trash. “I remember you called me once before to ask about this? “Yeah, it was when Dad had that girl over at our place. He had me shadow her to learn about mixing and brewing, even wanted me to pick up how to make some kind of Incense of Calm,” Asher recalled slowly.

casually mentioned upon his return – that the gir was

polished as yours, and the steps she took were too simplistic, almost negligent. But, to everyone’s surprise, she was incredibly precise when it came to measuring out the ingredients.”

Mirabella’s pretentious airs, he was fair in his judgment and couldn’t

asked, tilting his

probably because she’s quite knowledgeable about pharmacology and precise with her measurements. That must be why Dad holds her

the few pills he had just crafted. He picked one up, sniffed it, and examined its hue. It

wasn’t determined by how many pills you could make at once but by their effectiveness.

match a D–grade

Dane engrossed with the pills, Asher called out