The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Also, the participant who takes first place may name a wish-Kornac's Keep will grant it, as long as it's within our power to grant it."

As Mole Cricks-the black-robed elder-finished, he turned to look at another white-haired elder who walked casually out of the keep and sat on an armchair placed beneath the signboard. He nodded, and Mole continued, "Then, let's not drag our feet. The first trial starts now!"

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At this announcement, over a dozen apprentices carried a giant cauldron filled with a herbal soup with a weird scent, placing it in the middle of the crowd.

Mole then explained, "Everyone will have a chance to taste this soup. You will then list down the ingredients used and its purpose on the piece of paper given to you."

As soon as he finished, the crowd was pushing their way toward the giant cauldron eagerly, dipping into it with the spatulas prepared for them and sipping the soup.

Yosil Darman—the white-haired elder who was seated on the armchair-stroked his beard and smiled as he watched the participants scrambling to get a taste of the soup. Ira was among the first who tasted the soup.

he was actually skilled, and he chuckled

paper from the table nearby,

skin, bull horns, poison caps,

nodded approvingly as he took the paper Ira handed him and

effects: clearing the mind, energizing the lungs and removing body waste. Holding up his hand, Mole announced,

surprised, not expecting the spoiled rich brat to show such

points short of

certainly

he walked past

the soup like the others

he wrote down a list of herbs on a piece of paper, which was basically what İra had listed, except for one extra