Baiting the ghost

"Master, I have already prepared all the mana potion bottles." Seeka bowed and informed.

"Ok, let's start the next batch then." Liam nodded.

Both Luna and the young woman were shocked to hear this. 

Just now this person was twitching and writhing on the floor as if he was about to die but he was once again back to concocting potions? 

Just what sort of determination did this person possess?

Kyuuuuu. Luna rubbed her head against Liam worriedly and then jumped over to the cauldron to take her place.

Seeka as well started preparing the water for the next batch. 

Liam saw the duo's worshipping eyes and smiled bitterly. It was not that he wanted to push himself. He just had no other choice.

He had a feeling that the world was working against him. Everything that could possibly go wrong was in fact going wrong.

His fate was trying its best to correct itself and make him once again weak and helpless. Liam was sure of it.