Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl Novel novel Chapter 833

The person behind Pearl prodded her to move forward. Irritated by the kick, she mentally noted to settle the score later.

They proceeded deeper into the manor, with the inhabitants regarding them casually as they passed by, which struck Pearl as odd.

As they ventured further, the aroma of herbs intensified, permeating the air. The entire house seemed infused with the scent of herbs.

Impatiently, the man instructed Pearl, "You can go the rest of the way alone," before removing her bindings and departing, grumbling about her lack of resistance. "Why did they make it so loose? Why didn't you fight back?"

Pearl smirked and retorted, "Mind your own business," earning an annoyed glare from the man before he left.

Rubbing her sore wrists, Pearl passed through a door and entered a courtyard adorned with antiques, where a pot emitting steam caught her attention.

Drawing closer, she discerned the scent of medicinal herbs and deduced, "Medicine for colds."

"You seem knowledgeable about herbs. Few young people share your interest," remarked an elderly voice from behind.

Turning, Pearl saw an old man in white robes, exuding vitality despite his age. Although he looked like he was in his sixties or seventies, he looked more alert than some young men in their prime.