It didn''t take long for Mirabe to rummage through her stuff in the backyard shed and find what she was looking for. The items were neatly packed in a cardboard box, not too bulky. She carried the box into the living room, opened it without any hesitation, and pulled out a device no bigger than a mini slow cooker.
Nick looked up in surprise as his sister brought out the gadget. He stood up and walked over. "Mirabe, what''s this?"
The device was a t, oval-shaped metal machine with a unique design, its midsection adorned with a touch panel and devoid of any buttons. From his understanding of smart devices, it gave off an air of cutting-edge technology at
first nce.
Nick had never seen anything like it. Even the precision instruments used in research projects seemed primitivepared to his sister''s high-tech gadget. No wonder Catherine had described it as bizarre; it indeed was.
While inspecting the device, Mirabe exined, "It''s just a portable, all-in-one potion brewing machine."
"Potion brewing machine?" Nick asked, intrigued. "How''s it different from the ones we have at home?"
Mirabe thought for a moment. "It''s more convenient and efficient, I guess."
The ancient methods of potion brewing passed down by our ancestors certainly have their merits, but as times progress, it''s inevitable that high-tech reces traditional tools.
Nick took another look at the machine. "This potion brewer isn''t avable on the market, is it?"
Mirabe raised an eyebrow and hummed in affirmation. This was a unique creation she had spent a lot of money, time, and effort on.
Seeing her response, Nick''s curiosity about Mirabe deepened. Despite the information he had gotten from Grady indicating that Mirabe was just an ordinary girl, and even the stories he heard from Catherine were nothing out of the ordinary.
Mirabe didn''t notice Nick''s expression, her mind racing with ideas about the machine. Suddenly, she grabbed the device and said, "I''ll be upstairs for a bit, Nick. Can you keep Grandmapany for me?"
Without waiting for a response, she hurried to the staircase.
Watching her rush off, Nick couldn''t help but feel like he''d been outmaneuvered. Perhaps Mirabe''s eagerness to have him visit Catherine''s house was simply because they needed someone to keep Catherinepany. And indeed, over the next few days, Nick had ample opportunity to confirm this suspicion.
After two days of research, Mirabe finally figured out how to efficiently brew Lunar Lace, although she still needed a few more ingredients. She ced an order on The Mirror. The Mirror''s delivery service was exceptionally fast. Orders ced one day would reliably arrive the next, regardless of how remote the location.
Early the next morning, Mirabe received a notification on her phone about her delivery, prompting her to go pick it up.
Just as she was about to head out after changing her shoes, Nick came in from the yard holding breakfast. Bundled up in a thick down jacket, he looked less lean and more bearable against the chill. The temperature had dropped significantly in the past few days, with the north wind howling and biting coldly against any exposed skin.
"Mirabe, heading out?" Nick asked, noticing her grabbing her shoes.
Mirabe nodded. "I''ve got a package waiting at the alley entrance."
Nick nced outside, then handed her the warm breakfast. "It''s too cold out there.
I''ll go get it for you. I''ve gotten familiar with the area these past few days."