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Herbs & Lotions - The Busy Life of Alfraed Logick

In a world where magic lives and mysterious civilizations are found, Alfraed Logick opens “Herbs & Lotions”, a shop selling various medicines, potions, and lotions. Under the guidance of a mysterious master, the young man becomes an adept healer who possesses abnormal strength and stamina, fluency in the ancient language, and a willingness to go the extra mile. With these abilities, he promises to make the shop the best in the world and live the lifestyle of his dreams. In his endeavor to promote his products to the world and earn extra income, he will unexpectedly have encounters with heroes, kings, elder dragons, devil lords, demigods, and many more. Some become trusted friends, some bitter enemies, and one of them is the love of his life. This is the story of Alfraed Logick's busy life. ------- I am a non-believer in a perfect main character who can do anything and everything flawlessly from the beginning. In early chapters, the titular character made mistakes, made foolish mistakes, and did not always know what to do, resulting in inefficient decisions like in chapter 12—basically, a human. Through all those errors, he learned and grew, becoming more mature as a person and businessman. I publish—at least 4 (four) new chapters per month.

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Those outside Anspia (2)

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""!!!!!!!!!!""

Osmond came and took the gold rankers by surprise. The strong commander who rivaled Latvian had to be attended to by two knights to even take a single lagging step. The middle-aged man's injuries were thorough and most brutal as he alone fought the platinum ranker and was closest to the source of the attack that ravaged the army.

A certain area of the skin on his face and body was burnt and peeled off, making his inner muscles, and bones, visible. There was an injury on his left abdomen as if it was gouged. His left eye bled. His right arm was barely attached and might detach at any moment. One of his legs broke.

It was nothing less than a miracle that Osmond was still conscious and alive. And, this was rude, but the commander looked like a ghoul or zombie.