For a moment, the charming low voice echoed in the room.

...

Meanwhile, after they returned to the thatched cottage, Olive prepared a place for Darryl to rest.

Olive was a caring person. She especially made a bed near the window for Darryl. She thought he could enjoy the scenery outside as soon as he got up every morning.

He stared at Olive busying around; Darryl felt a warmth in his heart and sighed.

Like Jewel, Olive was a diligent womanOlive—whoever married her in the future would be a lucky man.

As he sighed, he saw the herbs on the shelves around him. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. Senior Divine Farmer had taught him some recipes to remove scars in the past. Perhaps he could make the medicine for Olive.

If he could remove the mark on her face, he could repay her for her help.

After he had made up his mind, he began to pick herbs.

"Dart!"

Olive laughed and asked, "What are you doing?"

Darryl smiled and said, "I'll make a prescription for you." The Divine Farmer had s