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"You've got great combat instincts. I can tell just from your insights into herbalism. This is just one possible approach. As to how to best use your own concoctions in battle, I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out yourself."
Moira nodded approvingly at Wang Yu. He had intuited her lesson quickly: what she wanted to impart was a way of thinking. Herbalism wasn't just about making strengthening or restorative brews. There was plenty that Wang Yu could adapt to other purposes, like combat.
"As for the rest, I'll demonstrate once we return to my dwellings. I'd rather not cause a panic among the citizens of Liaheim."
Moira beckoned for Wang Yu and Avia to return to her treehouse with her.
"Though those snobby alchemists exiled herbalism from their fold," Moira began, "in truth, some potions do involve hints of alchemy, especially those with magical components. They resemble alchemical combustives, but they aren't quite the same."
She withdrew three small vials from her satchel and set them before Wang Yu and Avia. Wang Yu recognized each one instantly—especially the one in the center.
"Beastbrew. Wailer's Breath. Molten Bloodblade. Three types of potions—each representing a fundamental branch of herbalism. Beastbrew enhances the self. Wailer's Breath...
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