Waking Up Early Is Your Lie (Part One)

"So you still bought it in the end?"

"But it's already much lower than the initial price they offered. Even if you bought it elsewhere, this price would still be a good deal."

Galan watched Frieren walk ahead, clutching the tattered Grimoire, and gently shook his head.

At that moment, she looked beaming with joy, as if she felt she had gotten a tremendous bargain.

I can't wait to find a place to sit down and start reading this book.

Lia, with her hands dangling behind her back, followed beside Galan, looking at her teacher with admiration, seemingly deeply impressed by her frugality.

The boss initially offered five Lalci Gold Coins, but in the end, he only spent a considerable amount of silver coins to acquire it. Although Galan still looked a bit pained when paying, it was much better than his half-dead expression at the beginning.

The three wandered the streets for a long time before finally stopping in front of a simply decorated Inn.

Galan rarely stays in Inn; the last time he did was when he was going to a very far place to gather herbs.

They then squeezed into a small nearby Inn with Glenn and his group, who were going the same way.

However, it was arguably the worst sleep he had ever had; the bed in the room was covered with moldy straw.

The blanket covering it was as rough as sandpaper; just sitting on it made my butt hurt.

If you hadn't told me this was a guest room, Galan would have thought it was Pig Roll. Just walking into the room, he was greeted by an indescribable, musty stench.

It's like having a tank of dead fish that's been fermenting for months in a corner.

He and Glenn almost threw up when they pushed the door open.

But since this was the only place nearby that could provide accommodation, they really had no other choice.

When it was time to sleep at night, because Glenn was a size bigger than Galan, he took up most of the bed. Often in the middle of the night, Galan, half asleep and half asleep, immersed in the stench, would be kicked to the ground by Glenn's rolling over.

So much so that when Galan woke up the next day, he not only had a pair of black eyes but also several bruises from the fall.

"The boss, two guest rooms."

Frieren pushed open the shop door, walked skillfully to the counter, and began negotiating with the female shop owner.

She then followed the shop owner to the second floor. It seemed that this was not her first time visiting the shop. Throughout the process, the shop owner seemed to know her very well, and they chatted and laughed together.

This was also one of the rare times Galan saw Frieren chatting idly with someone.

Normally, she has no expression on her face when she talks to others, always looking cold and aloof.

The double room at the end of the corridor is the room for Frieren and Lia.

Lia took a few pieces of clothing from the box and then went inside with Frieren.

Since Galan lived alone, he went into the first guest room on the left after going up the stairs.

His previous unpleasant experience had left him with a negative impression of Inn in this world.

With Zhixin in his heart, he slowly turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.

What came into view was no longer the cowshed-like scene from last time, but a simple and tidy single room.

A large bed was covered with a clean white sheet. The room wasn't big, but it had all the necessary furniture, perfectly embodying the saying "small but complete."

The window across the hall was half-open to keep the air circulating in the room. Because it was approaching winter, there was a neat pile of firewood outside the fireplace by the wall, which seemed to have been prepared by the owner in advance to provide heating for the guests.

So thoughtful, so touching!

Feeling as if someone had prepared everything for her in advance, Galan's mood instantly improved. She lightly put down the box in her hand and pounced into the bed, feeling the almost suffocating sensation of the sheets pressing against her face.

You know what, it really does feel like staying in a chain hotel while traveling.

Every time this happens, he would lie sprawled out on the bed for a long time without getting up, and then just lie there until he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, all the plans he had made were already overdue.

Some people say that rushing from one tourist attraction to another while traveling is like an animal migration—completely devoid of entertainment, and you end up exhausted just to catch a glimpse of famous places amidst the crowds, take a few tourist photos, and then go back to brag to your friends about where you went.

True travel should be like this: do whatever you want, wait until you've had enough sleep and are refreshed before leaving the hotel to eat what you want, do what you want, go to the places you want to visit, and sit there to enjoy the breeze and watch the sunset.

Who knows, there might even be an unexpected encounter.

When it was time for dinner, the three of them gathered at the dining table downstairs again. Lia seemed to have slept for a while, just like him, and kept yawning. As for Frieren, without a doubt, she was deciphering that Grimoire.

Do you come to this store often?

Galan looked at the menu and was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of dishes.

Some of these were things he had eaten or heard of before, but most were things he was seeing for the first time, which made his curiosity explode.

But in the end, I only ordered one Luv Omelet.

Seeing this name reminded him of the multigrain pancakes he used to love, which were his go-to choice at the breakfast shop every morning. He wondered how similar the actual product would be to the multigrain pancakes he remembered. He was also worried that he might order too much and not be able to finish it.

Wasting food is condemned in a world where crop yields are not so high.

"No, I stayed here for a few days when I passed through with Himmel. I remember the shopkeeper was a little kid who looked even younger than Lia back then, and the shop was run by her father."

"After all these years, the kid you're talking about is almost old enough to be called grandma."

Galan sighed, wondering what the shop owner would think after hearing Frieren's words.

When they met again, the other person showed no signs of aging, while he himself had transformed from "that brat" in Frieren's words into a mature and capable adult.

Lia didn't join their conversation; she was still pouting, blinking, and trying hard to choose her dinner from the abundant dishes.

Upon seeing this, Galan burst out laughing.

She looked just like a girl from out of town who had taken a slow train into the city and gotten lost in the dazzling world of the metropolis.

Is it really that hard to choose? If all else fails, just order more to take home and eat.

"Hmm— Frieren said eating too much will make you fat."

As she spoke, she touched her tummy, as if she really thought that eating a little more would make her as fat as a pig.

Upon hearing Lia's words, Frieren's gaze instinctively drifted downwards, taking a look at her stomach.

Have you gained weight?

I don't think so.

Heiter once told me that eating too much pudding would make me as fat as Lion Pig, but it was definitely a lie.

He was drinking non-stop over there, until his stomach was bloated, and in the end, Himmel had to carry him back.

She moved the light up slightly, but quickly showed a disappointed expression.

Well, I'm only a little over a thousand years old, so I should still be able to develop, right?

They're still at an age where they need to grow.

Thinking of this, her mood improved slightly.

With a flourish, he closed the thick menu and placed it on the table as if he had made a momentous decision, then loudly declared to the boss, "Give me three servings of Mekur Pudding!"