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.

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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.

Herbs & Lotions - The Busy Life of Alfraed Logick

"Do you think this parchment is truly authentic?" a full-armored knight questioned his companion, his voice slightly muffled by the metal surrounding him. He glanced skeptically at the scroll bearing the royal seal, which Alfraed had presented, unable to discern its legitimacy.

"I can't say for certain either," the other knight replied, shifting his gaze from Alfraed to the ornate seal affixed to the document. His brow furrowed in concentration, and he scrutinized every detail, searching for signs of forgery.

Alfraed stood before them, a knot of tension coiling in his stomach as he sensed the deeper issue at play. The knights' hesitation was not merely about the parchment's authenticity; it was rooted in their disbelief that he could possibly be the esteemed individual whose name flowed elegantly across the page. He could almost feel their skepticism permeating the air around him, thick and palpable like a fog that refused to lift.

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