After completing the transaction, Raymond did not rush to summon the Lesser Genie from the lamp.
Instead, he briefly studied the hidden magical runes on its surface before stuffing it into the shoulder bag he always carried with him.
He planned to wait until after his trip to Candlekeep, then rely on his extensive knowledge to try answering whatever tricky riddles the Genie might pose.
By the time he returned to the inn with the soldier, the eastern sea had already begun to pale.
If nothing unexpected happened, the sun would rise before long.
"After tossing and turning all night, I'm exhausted. It seems prolonged physical labor and staying up all night are still too much for someone with this body's age."
Raymond stood at the entrance, yawning as he helplessly shook his head.
Back in his university dorm, he had been known as the "little prince of staying up late." He had once cultivated immortality for an entire week, sleeping no more than three hours a day, leaving his roommates utterly amazed.
Of course, they might also have been afraid he would suddenly drop dead in the dorm.
But now, he felt like he could barely hold on after just one or two sleepless nights.
Just as Raymond was about to wake the attendant dozing on the counter and have him prepare a tub of hot water for a bath, he suddenly noticed a shadow emerging from the cellar entrance.
The soldier immediately stepped forward alertly, shield in hand as he blocked the way.
But the tense expression on his face quickly relaxed.
Because the newcomer was none other than Fangus.
The young Werewolf girl wrinkled her nose and leaned closer for a sniff. Her eyes immediately widened in shock. "This is the smell of slaughter, decay, and death