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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.

PWS · 奇幻
分數不夠
314 Chs

The commander vs the platinum ranker (3)

The recited clash between steels created chorales that subdued the furors in their wielder's surroundings. Both players owned a distinct sense of rhythm to one another, reflecting the uniqueness of their past. One had a faster tempo with admirable techniques, while the other was decisive with polished basics. Despite their fierce contrasts, the two beats synthesized into a harmonic tune. A dirge to mourn the fallen, and an accolade to celebrate the one standing at the end.

The question was who's going to fill the role of the defeated and defeater?

In the latest clash, the commander's heavyweight blade was repelled to above his head by a half-arc swing from the platinum ranker's versatile pole.

At that instant of powerlessness where Osmond's big arms felt light, in the fluidity of a master artisan, Arte lunged his leg to assault the old man's wounded flank that was devoid of protection from his armor.