In the shop, as soon as he walked in, he could smell the strong scent of medicinal herbs. Various herbs were displayed inside, along with tools for potion making.
"What do you need?" The shopkeeper was a rather plump middle-aged man, wearing an apprentice robe, lazily lying on a lounge chair, and didn't bother to get up when someone came in.
"Do you buy Physical Strength Potions?" Ivan withdrew his gaze from looking around.
"Buy? Of course, I'll buy." The shopkeeper bounced up from the lounge chair, a smile already on his face, "How many do you have? As long as the quality is up to standard, I can take them all. Just to let you know, I will need to inspect the goods first."
Without any fuss, Ivan handed over a Physical Strength Potion directly.
The shopkeeper took it and examined it carefully, even opening the lid to sniff it, then looked up and said, "Auric. You can call me Auric. Did you make these potions yourself?"
"That's right."
