The So-Called Preparations

Punk and Kane's departure did not actually require much preparation. For example, after dismissing his projection, the decisive spellcaster only needed to bring one or two barely useful Legendary Level Alchemy Potions before directly leaving the Faerun plane for the rendezvous point.

It was not because Punk did not want to prepare more trump cards. It was simply because... aside from those few bottles of potions, he had nothing else worth carrying as a "trump card."

Kane's so-called "preparations" were even simpler. This impoverished knight, who could only use ordinary gold as building material even for his palace, was even more unencumbered than the spellcaster who at least possessed a Mage Tower. To him, any "preparatory work" before an adventure meant putting on that decorative suit of armor, picking up his knight's lance that was barely enchanted with a layer of "Legendary Sharpness," and finally shouting, "I see, I arrive, I conquer!"... Then, a journey that began at a moment's notice could commence directly.

Did he need to bring anything else? Kane certainly wanted to carry a few bottles of potions on him.

But unfortunately... he had none.

Poverty was a terrifying thing. The jars and bottles in Mr. Instant Kill Spear's storage ring were nothing but ordinary picnic seasonings. At most, pulling out a jar during battle to fool someone might produce unexpectedly effective results.

However, a knight who never relied on luck in battle certainly had never counted on such a thing. He brought those seasonings purely to satisfy his appetite whenever he wished.

That was all the preparation the mage and knight needed. The meeting had barely ended when they swiftly set off, gathered up, and headed for their destination together.

With a Legendary spellcaster and a Legendary Knight recklessly flying through the Astral Plane at twice