When he left Dreamweaver's Cottage, Mila saw him to the stairway on the second floor, her deep violet eyes fixed on him.
At last, she said meaningfully, "Mr. Ian, Gloomlight Forest may be loosely governed, but its waters run deep.
"Your potions are good, but they will also attract attention. Take care of yourself.
"If you need a safer environment for brewing potions or temporary shelter, Dreamweaver's Cottage can provide it. Of course, the price will be higher."
Ian understood what she meant. After thanking her, he turned and went downstairs.
He met up with Hawk, who had been waiting on the first floor, and they walked out of the wooden building. The soft afternoon gloom spilled over the creek and the buildings.
Ian looked at the noisy, vibrant little town before him and knew that he would be settling down here for the time being.
The road ahead was still long, but at least he had found a starting point where he could obtain resources and steadily improve himself.
And the path toward brewing Concentration Potions had finally been settled. Not only did he have ready-made ingredients, but he also had a clear channel for acquiring the core materials.
He needed to find a relatively safe place to stay as soon as possible, recover his condition, and then begin his cultivation plan.
At the same time, he needed to carefully deal with the various forces on this land, as well as the threats lurking in the shadows.
After leaving Dreamweaver's Cottage with Hawk, Ian did not hurry back to the temporary gathering point.
Under Hawk's guidance, he walked along the middle and lower reaches of Mist Creek, familiarizing himself with several public material stalls and permanent shops.
"Most trade here is barter. Magic stones do not circulate much, but