Early the next morning, Lann woke up from the haystack covered with linen sheets. This was the inn's bed.
And judging by Phoebe's situation, this kind of bed was indeed the standard treatment at the inn.
"Ugh, good morning, Lann."
Phoebe groggily rubbed her eyes, accidentally overturning last night's dinner plate in the process.
Fortunately, she had eaten all the food cleanly the night before.
"Good morning," Lann responded to Phoebe, "By the way, we're starting work today."
"Work?"
The little girl, still not fully awake from her sleepiness, froze for a moment, then showed a face of sudden realization.
But she quickly became puzzled again.
"But Cassandra hasn't come to find us yet? We don't even know what the Spartans want her to do."
"Tsk tsk tsk, you're really hopeless like this, Phoebe."
The Demon Hunter smacked his lips while showing a profound expression.
After spending a long time with Phoebe, the youthful side of him revealed itself in front of familiar faces.
