"If you really wanted to see me fight, I can give you a demonstration," Gerban said after seeing the disappointment on Lawrend's face.
"I guess that works as well," Lawrend replied.
He only needed to see how he fights, after all.
"For now, I have to report to the Mage Guild Headquarters in the capital. I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow," Gerban said.
"Oh, thanks. That's less of a bother."
Lawrend nodded his head and focused his eyes on the receptionist behind the desk.
"Hello, I would like to sell potions," Lawrend said.
"..."
"Hello? Are you okay?"
Lawrend waved his hand at the receptionist's face.
"A-Ah!! Right! What potions are you selling?" the receptionist replied in a fluster.
"We have 101 Low-Quality Healing Potions," Lawrend replied.
"101 Low-Quality Healing Potions? That's so many."
The receptionist looked at him in shock.
