Putting His Affairs in Order

"Well... so is there something you wanted to tell me today? I've already congratulated you, so you didn't come here just to tell me about this, did you?"

He straightened his posture, and Galan became unusually serious.

He could clearly sense that Fitz today was quite different from the crazy, genius boy he used to know. The most obvious difference, he thought, was the aura he exuded.

If he was a complete madman in the past, then he is now like a cunning and scheming man with a deep mind, making him increasingly unfathomable to Galan.

This kind of temperament can't be cultivated overnight, but judging from this guy's behavior today, it means that his crazy behavior before was just an act for everyone to see.

Why would someone so adept at hiding their true nature suddenly drop their pretense in front of me at this crucial moment?

Galan pondered for a long time. During this time, Fitz remained silent, merely observing him with interest, as if to say, "Can you figure out my purpose?"

Are you planning to leave like this?

Suddenly, Galan seemed to have figured something out and looked directly at Fitz, asking him a question.

If one day someone suddenly drops all their pretense in front of you, it means they completely trust you and want to open their heart to you, or it means they are about to disappear and go to a place where you will never see each other again in this lifetime.

Compared to the former, Galan believes the latter is more likely.

After all, if all they wanted was to have a heart-to-heart talk, their previous relationship was already enough; there was no need for him to make a special effort to lay everything bare like he did today.

"Um."

Fitz simply nodded naturally, seemingly not particularly surprised that Galan had guessed it.

It was as if he had guessed this was also within his expectations.

"You're a smart person; I could tell from the first day we met. Plus, you've been kind to me. Without your guidance, I might have spent countless years trying to achieve this, or I might have died on this path."

"But regardless, I succeeded, and my dream came true. Although you certainly can't understand how I feel right now, as a reward, I will give you a portion after I successfully concoct the [Elixir of Immortality]. You don't need to question that."

Fitz said calmly.

"Real?"

Upon hearing that he would give him a [Elixir of Immortality], Galan's eyes widened in disbelief.

I never expected that the other party would actually give me such a miraculous medicine for free; it's too unbelievable.

However, after regaining his senses, he still felt that the other party must have something to ask of him, but just hadn't said it yet.

"Yes... is there anything else I can help you with?"

He asked with some uncertainty.

Fitz hesitated after hearing Galan's words.

Its mouth was slightly open, but no sound came out.

It seemed like there was something he wanted to say, but he seemed hesitant.

Compared to his past self, he now seems to have many more concerns and needs to consider things carefully before acting, no longer acting recklessly.

Galan noticed the other person's situation and didn't press further. He turned to look out the window, trying to recover from the massive amount of information he had just received, while also giving Fitz enough time to think.

Not long after, Galan heard a voice from the other end, noticeably weaker than before. "Could you... look after the shop for me after I leave? After all, the boss is getting on in years and doesn't have a wife; it's understandable that he must feel lonely living alone."

Galan turned around, once again surprised by Fitz's change in attitude.

He seemed like a cunning and scheming man just now, but now he speaks like a child who has done something wrong, begging not to tell his parents about the trouble he caused.

Why do you care so much about the boss...? No offense, just curious.

Galan paused for a moment, then continued.

"Since you were able to choose to leave so decisively, why are you still entangled in things here? If you truly care about the boss, why do you insist on leaving?"

He didn't understand this point. In fact, as long as he continued to play dumb, Fitz could have continued to live here in the body of a child.

Anyway, he never stepped into the limelight from the beginning, and no one in the city knew him. Even if he suddenly disappeared, probably not many people would notice.

Given the boss's character, he will most likely be able to keep this matter a secret.

Galan couldn't think of any other possibility that could threaten him and make him decide to leave [Äußerst] so quickly.

... It wasn't because of problems within the city, but because of my own actions.

After a long silence, Fitz finally spoke slowly.

However, he only touched upon the reason and did not elaborate further, clearly not wanting to reveal the matter to others.

However, Galan didn't seem particularly concerned about the matter. Since Fitz wasn't willing to talk about it, there was no need for him to press the issue.

"I can definitely take care of things... but... I have some issues on my end, which might cause some trouble."

What's going on?

Fitz asked, somewhat puzzled.

He knew that Galan had always been someone who didn't want to get involved in trouble, and he usually kept his distance from all sorts of trivial matters.

This same person is now telling him that he has a very troublesome situation?

"I'm not sure exactly how long it will be... but I think I'll leave here and go to a very far away place within the next two years."

Where to go?

Galan shook his head and didn't say anything.

It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about it, but rather that even if he did, it would be of no use.

After all, in the span of two years, he might have already returned to the future, and once in the future, it would be virtually impossible for Fitz to find him again.

More importantly, he didn't know what would happen if he revealed this matter, so it was better not to say anything.

"Ha, it seems you, like me, have many interesting stories to tell."

"Same to you."

Seeing Galan's performance, Fitz tacitly stopped there.

"Really... within two years... You're in a tight timeframe. In that case, I'll have to work harder to refine the potion for you as soon as possible."