Time to get up. There were things to do in the afternoon.
Lin Mo woke Ally, whose body had gone limp as mud.
After dawdling through getting up and washing, it was just in time to go downstairs for lunch.
The inn's food was still the same as before—decent, neither especially good nor bad.
Honestly, he did not have much appetite after just getting up, and they had eaten a feast last night, so they just made do with something simple.
Pushing open the inn's front doors, sunlight spilled over them. Silver Creek City's prosperity had not been greatly affected. Compared to when Lin Mo had first arrived, there was more worry on people's faces, and he often heard people discussing recent events. Yet most people still showed no signs of dejection. Clearly, they believed the City Lord could handle everything.
The workers in the city were still busy, living their ordinary day-after-day lives.
For the common people at the bottom of this world, such somewhat poor yet stable lives were already incredibly precious.
Since they had not eaten much earlier, they occasionally stopped at snack stalls along the way to buy some sweet or savory treats. Ally stayed very close to him, practically pressed against his side, humming a little tune without any real rhythm.
Days off were always this wonderful.
But there was something even more wonderful than that: collecting mission rewards.
This reward did not involve a special ceremony like a "conferral of honors," so there was no need to go to the City Lord's Mansion. The Association would distribute it directly.
Guild Leader Vic had already gone out, so the relevant matters were handled by the vice guild leader.
The Association's vice guild leader was a sturdy-looking middle-aged man, probably a Warrior or Knight Profession. He