The magic potion shop was a little dim as there was only a single oil lamp lit in the corner. Within the spacious hall, there were shelves upon shelves of all types of magic potions, and a layer of black cloth had been draped over the birdcage outside the door. It appeared that Black Coal and Green Pea were already asleep.
"Master Urien, I'm here to bring them some chicken soup," Mag said to Urien, who was mixing magic potions in front of the counter, as he carried the platter in his hands.
"Come on in," Urien said without even raising his head. His voice was still quite low and husky.
Amy trailed along behind Mag. Smiling, she asked Urien, "Master Turtle, we're having a late dinner tonight. Would you like to join us?"
"Late dinner?" Urien's nostrils stirred slightly as he caught a whiff of the alluring aroma of the chicken soup. He swallowed involuntarily, and his gaze fell on the chicken soup in Mag's hands.
