Early the next morning, besides converting all the alchemy materials he had into products, Lann did not make any additional preparations.
Instead, he sat in the tavern with Belengar, playing the currently popular card game.
His combat strength remained in perfect condition most of the time, and all the preparations that could be made had been done, looking back and forth was not in his nature.
"Alia is packing her stuff. Though I don't really know what she has to pack."
Belengar tossed in a ballista card, as he spoke.
Lann threw out a griffin card, his expression calm.
"Children always get sentimental about farewells. But I am clear-headed, we have only been friends for less than a month, it's better for her to go home."
"Yes, going home. Nothing is more comforting than that word."
Belengar sighed.
Lann, upon hearing Belengar's theory last night, had a moment where he thought, why couldn't he take this opportunity to go home too?
But soon, he sobered up.