Luo Chuan wandered around Steel City.
The city was huge, on the scale of a modern metropolis. The chances of running into Origin Mall customers were slim. With no particular destination in mind, he strolled about, occasionally buying something to eat and squatting by the roadside to watch dwarf craftsmen forge weapons.
Come to think of it, Luo Chuan could forge weapons too.
A pat here, a pinch there, a pull there—if something felt unsuitable, he would pinch it a couple more times. Just like that, a fitting weapon was easily finished.
He also took the opportunity to visit the future Hearthstone Tavern.
More than half of the crowded shelves had already disappeared. A magic vehicle was parked at the entrance, and people kept carrying things out. Heaven knew just how many items Smollett had collected.
The former owner held a booklet as he directed everyone around, terrified that they might damage his belongings.
When Luo Chuan came by, Smollett did not forget to greet him, saying that he would have everything sorted out soon, and the shop would be handed over to him then.
Luo Chuan felt that Smollett's "soon" would probably take quite a while.
Fortunately, he had plenty of time and did not mind waiting a few more days. When the time came, the focus of operations might shift to the tavern.
Of course, that did not mean he would abandon Origin Mall.
Mornings always passed quickly. Whether asleep or awake, they vanished in the blink of an eye. It felt like he had barely done anything before he noticed it was already time for lunch.
He really had done nothing, not merely felt as though he had.
Yao Ziyan was upstairs preparing lunch. The entire Origin Mall was empty, stripped of its usual bustle during business