「The next morning.」
Colin opened his eyes, stretched, and stared at the thatched roof just above him.
After putting on his Chain Armor Shirt and hanging his Hand Half Sword at his waist, he walked out of the room.
He waved away a sparrow drinking from the water bucket, then cupped his hands, splashed water on his face, and scrubbed vigorously—yesterday, Orelia had used a restorative Divine Art to completely heal his wounds.
Colin let out a long breath.
'Perhaps the most practical function of the human brain is the ability to wake up and forget most of yesterday's troubles.'
Just as he was about to pack his things and wake Kase, one of the militiamen he had seen yesterday ran over from a distance, holding out two signed notes.
