Rather than calling them characters, Durin was more willing to call them nonsensical blocks. They were extremely abstract; if that old man hadn't spoken the name of the potion—Composite Recovery Potion—Durin probably wouldn't even know what it was called.
Of course, what left the deepest impression on Durin was that the dying slave man was actually dragged back from the brink of death after consuming the potion.
If Durin had a bottle of Composite Recovery Potion in his hand and had consumed it immediately while fighting for his life against those two desperadoes, would he still have needed to come to the Toad Witch Doctor to treat his external injuries?
Not at all!
Furthermore, the other party wouldn't have seen the symptoms on his chest.
Fortunately, the number of Darkin was too scarce, and most people who knew had already died, with information being suppressed. Someone like the Toad Witch Doctor could only assume Durin had contracted a rather rare illness.
For now, Durin believed the first thing he needed to do was purchase some annotated dictionaries regarding Ancient Shurima script. Using these three days, he wanted to properly translate that potion recipe in his head.
Anyway, the Toad Witch Doctor also said he needed to rest for a week and couldn't engage in strenuous activity. He wasn't short on money for the time being, so there was no rush to take on adventure tasks to earn money.
To avoid forgetting the Ancient Shurima script he remembered, Durin also took a pen and a piece of paper from the table and began to recall the symbols in his mind.
Silently, line after line of text appeared on the yellowish-brown parchment, the overall style revealing a formal and grand air. In less than a minute, the potion-related content that had appeared in Durin's head was completely transcribed.
As for what the specific content inside was, he would have to wait until he found an annotated dictionary to translate it.
It's just that Durin wasn't sure how expensive an annotated dictionary for Ancient Shurima script would be.
After all, knowledge has always been very expensive!
At this moment, the Toad Witch Doctor, sitting in his custom chair, crossed his left leg over his right, held his pipe with his left hand, propped his right elbow on his left leg, and gently inhaled. The smoke circulated through his lungs before being exhaled through his nostrils, unhurried and smooth as flowing water.
He glanced at the sheet of paper in Durin's hand and said leisurely, "I didn't expect you to be interested in Ancient Shurima script. Hmm... I happen to know a Desert Scholar who runs a small book stall herself. If you're interested, I can introduce you."
"Who?"
"Her name is Kadira."
"Why are you willing to introduce her to me?"
Durin asked cautiously.
He didn't believe in such convenient things as pie falling from the sky or someone providing a pillow just as he felt sleepy; the other party must have some scheme. He had no personal relationship with the Toad Witch Doctor; the two of them were just a relatively familiar doctor-patient pair.
The Toad Witch Doctor methodlessly took out some local tobacco from an exquisite box, stuffed it into the bowl at the other end of the pipe, lit it with a match, gave it a flick, and then instinctively leaned his back as far as possible against the custom chair. He rolled his eyes and said with a cold laugh, "I'm a businessman, not a charity. Of course the introduction isn't free. The referral fee is 50 copper circle coins. If you're interested, I can tell you the address. Including the medical fees, give me a total of 3 silver lun coins."
"..."
Durin was silent for a moment, then fumbled 3 silver lun coins from his inner pocket, lined them up on the table, and said in a low voice, "Where do I find her?"
"No. 145, Sixth Street, North District of the Entresol Level. There's a small book stall there. When the time comes, just give her my name." The Toad Witch Doctor picked up a black scepter made of ebony and nudged the three silver lun coins over.
Durin nodded, picked up the backpack on the floor, and after confirming that the Darkin Harp and the two scorched-black Mantis Blades were all there,
However, through the window, Durin could see that it was raining outside, the gray curtain of rain making the scenery outside rather unclear.
He turned his head and glanced, and seeing that Urada was focused on smoking, Durin silently pulled a black umbrella from the umbrella stand, opened it, and stepped into the rain.
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