Western Fantasy: A Potion Master from the Start, Getting Stronger by Chugging Potions

"Miss Vivya, 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 patted his pocket, spread his hands, and gave an awkward smile.

"You must be planning to sell my mana potions to those greedy cotton mill owners!"

Countless shimmering potion vials came hurtling toward him...

As he watched the mana potions surge toward him like a tidal wave, Lorin hurriedly accepted every last one.

With a sponsor this generous and so many mana potions,

what did evil spirits, pirates, or those feather-wearing, utterly pathetic natives matter? They could all go to hell!

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.