"Mister, are you a beast tamer?", Evan looked at the scarfaced youth with interest.
"Cough, cough!", suddenly coughing sound came from inside the door. "Cough, cough", continuous coughing sound came from the room.
"Mother, are you okay?", the scarfaced youth dashed into the room. Evan spread his soul consciousness and found out an old woman lying on a wooden bed. Currently she was coughing violently and blood was trickling down from her mouth.
"Mother!", the scarfaced youth hurried over and wiped the old woman's face. Then he hurried over to a corner and fetched some herbs from there. "Mother, please wait a minute. I will prepare the medicine for you", the scarfaced you spoke anxiously.
He fetched a stone grinder and crushed the herbs skillfully. Within few minutes a mixture of herb pastes readied. A thick medicinal armoa wafted in air and little Alice's nose twitched slightly.
