I'm a Potion Master, and Chugging Potions Makes Me Stronger

"Miss Vivian, could you add some tactile agents to the strength potion?"

"Why would you make such a strange request? Shouldn't a proud knight ignore the pain of his wounds?"

"Because I'm out of money..." Under the shade of a tree, Lorin pats his pocket and spreads his hands, smiling awkwardly.

"You must be planning to sell my mana potions to those fat-bellied cotton mill owners!"

Countless shimmering potion vials come hurtling at him...

Seeing the tidal wave of mana potions rushing toward him, Lorin hastily accepts every last one.

With such a generous patron and so many mana potions,

what evil spirits, what pirates, and those feeble natives with feathers stuck in their hair can all go to hell!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.