Quiet Days (Part 1)

Galan never expected that the casual remark he made to fool people back then would be remembered by him to this day.

And in the end, I really gained a lot of insights from this experience.

Is that so...?

Seeing how resolute his attitude was, and that it didn't seem like he was faking it, Galan didn't press the matter further.

It seems that the only beneficiary of this whole affair is oneself.

Even with Frog's thick skin, it would be difficult for him to accept this so easily without blushing or feeling guilty.

He felt that if he didn't do something soon, all the good deeds he had accumulated in this life would be ruined.

"Well... I ended up taking your things for free. Consider this a favor I owe you. If you ever need anything, feel free to ask me for help. I'll do anything I can to help you."

After much thought, it seemed that this was the only promise he could make.

Since Fitz doesn't want money, it means he's not particularly interested in wealth; otherwise, he could have made a fortune from these Potions.

But if it wasn't for money, Galan really couldn't think of anything else he could give him, and he didn't have anything of particular value on him.

I doubt this guy would be interested.

"Do me a favor? Come to think of it... I do seem to have something I need help with..."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Seeing that he really had something to ask, Galan felt that his merits could be saved, and asked curiously.

"Could you come to the shop and help me concoct some medicine? You're Apothecary too, concocting a [Recovery Potion] shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

"Come to your shop, let me brew some potions for you?"

"Yes, not many, two batches a day is about right."

Fitz handed the box to Galan, rubbing his hands together with a grin, seemingly eager to hear Galan's answer.

From another perspective, this guy seems to find staying in the shop to concoct medicine a form of torture...

However, Galan had no objection to it being just about making medicine, as long as it wasn't about killing people to cover it up.

He actually saw this as a good opportunity to get closer to Fitz.

Through this experience, he also realized just how much potential and talent this person in front of him truly possessed... After conquering this challenge, this guy might actually be able to create a [Rejuvenation Potion] in the near future!

Galan genuinely felt that Fitz had great potential and naturally wanted to befriend him, so after some consideration, he agreed.

"Okay, I don't have any problems... but what if the boss finds out?"

Galan's meaning was clear: their methods of preparation were different, and the effects of the medicines they produced would also be different. If the effects of the [Recovery Potions ] sold later were different, would it affect the boss's business?

Although Galan knew that his potions were more effective, he didn't have the resources to mass-produce them.

Furthermore, the materials he needs are not ordinary; it's definitely impossible to refine two batches a day.

"Oh! What's the big deal? I'll just give you the prescription right now; with your abilities, you'll definitely learn it quickly."

"I've been waiting for you to say that."

[Äußerst]

When Galan realized this as winter approached, the branches of trees outside the window were already covered with a thick layer of snow.

"The temperature just dropped quickly a while ago, I didn't expect it to snow today?"

Galan, trembling, closed the windows in the room and then rekindled the extinguished fire in the fireplace.

A strong wind that blew up early in the morning knocked open his window and extinguished the fire, forcing Galan, even though he was unwilling, to crawl out of bed and run around the room on tiptoe.

After he warmed the room up again, his drowsiness vanished completely. Galan buried his head in the pillow, wondering whether he should drink some [potion that could make one have sweet dreams], when he heard a knock on the door.

"Galan, Amber is here to see us again."

"Um... you guys go play for a while... I want to lie down a bit more."

"Oh."

After obediently agreeing, Galan heard footsteps at the door gradually receding into the distance, heading towards the stairwell.

Since Amber was taken in as a disciple by Serie, she has spent her days in the Palace practicing magic with other Mages.

Before this, Amber had never been exposed to professional magical training, so she kept making mistakes at the beginning, leaving others wondering why someone like her could enter the Palace to learn magic.

However, after some of the more senior Mages learned that Amber was a disciple personally brought back by Serie, they no longer harbored any thoughts about her, and the gossip decreased considerably.

Some of the more easygoing veterans would even proactively help Amber answer some of her questions.

After all, it was Serie's choice, and she had never misjudged Mage.

Amber lived up to expectations. After the initial awkward period, she quickly caught up with others, and her Mana cultivation speed was far superior to that of ordinary people, making progress at an astonishing pace.

Galan remembered that when he saw her two weeks ago, her Mana was already more than twice as strong as before. If she were given a few more years to train, she would definitely become a highly skilled and powerful Mage in the future.

Even though her strength had improved considerably since then, she remained very respectful and even somewhat reserved when facing Galan.

In her spare time, she would often come to the Inn to play with Lia, and occasionally share some of the magical knowledge she had learned that day. Lia, without realizing it, had become close with her and didn't seem as aloof as before, and often had a smile on her face.

Galan thought this was a good sign. Ever since Lia started making friends with others, he could sense a significant change in her when they talked. She was no longer so cautious in her speech but much bolder, which made him feel more at ease around her. It seemed that Lia was gradually overlapping with the Leah he remembered.

"Galan! That Fitz guy is calling you to work again."

The sound of Tata, which had just faded into the distance, quickly returned to the doorway.

Lia called out reluctantly from the doorway; clearly, she had been called up by Fitz to run errands.

Upon hearing this, Galan felt his good mood for the day was ruined. Ever since he had agreed to help Fitz with the daily task of preparing two Potions for the shop...