After Merkel left, Alvano poured the medicinal liquid from the pot into the sink. Watching the pitch-black liquid mix with the porcelain-white basin, he gave a light chuckle. "What a waste." He had spent a pretty penny on these ingredients.
The bitter aroma of the herbs drifted through the air. He rinsed away the dregs and set about brewing a fresh batch for Fusheng.
This medicine had originally been bought to deal with Fusheng, but since the man was dead, it was no longer needed.
Chapter 25