Chapter 85: 85. Silver Hair
Early the next morning, Lann and Alia checked out of their room at the Silver Swan Tavern.
The two Oren coins he paid earlier were enough to cover the extra cost of cleaning the bedding, so he didn’t have to pay any more.
At the checkout counter, Lann sent Alia to fetch Bopai while he casually ntioned to the bartender calculating the bill,
"Is it just you working here?"
"Yes, sir. Bartending isn’t a busy job, and I also handle accounting, so it’s just
here. I’ve been working here for over ten years now."
The middle-aged man, with a towel over his shoulder, was nothing like the "bartender" from last night.
Even the first ti he ca to the Silver Swan Tavern, it wasn’t this man he saw.
Which ant, from the mont he first stepped into Gos Velen, the "thing" that called itself Gant Odim had already been waiting here.
...What a headache.
Being watched by sothing that could foresee the future and alter reality, Lann didn’t find it a privilege.
Especially since that "thing" clearly had a mischievous and playful personality.
The Demon Hunter didn’t chat any further with the bartender.
He turned and left the tavern, took Bopai from the reins Alia held, and walked out.
The shrunken alchemy pouch swung on the horse’s rump. Lann mounted the horse, pulling Alia to sit behind him.
Leaning forward on the horseback, he patted Bopai’s nose. It shook its head and snorted a moist, audible breath.
It seed it rested well last night.
"Sir... your hair?"
Behind Lann, Alia softly whispered with slight concern.
From the little girl’s perspective, after one night, the knight she followed had a large area of white hair at the roots.
Though this white resembled molten silver, shining with a lustrous glow.
And not the gray-white of aging.
But for such a drastic change overnight... could the mysterious alchemy from last night have burned life span?
Back in Alia’s hotown, tales of magic and alchemy always involved dire costs.
This naturally made her worry.
"No, don’t worry." Lann nonchalantly put on his hood.
"The alchemy last night was a success, and this is one of the signs of success."
In reality, from the rough mories Lann gained, individuals implanted with the sa type of genetic seed would display varying degrees of convergence.
And the gene seed nad "Son of the Emperor" in his chest had a high probability of turning its host into a silver-haired, handso man.
Ultimately, it’s just appearance, and in a favorable way that increases charm.
Lann quickly accepted this fact.
After all... what man would refuse to beco more handso and strong?
That’s impossible!
The sturdy mare gradually increased its pace from a trot to galloping down the deserted morning street.
The experience of conversing with that unknown "thing" last night seed incapable of shaking Lann’s resolve.
Not to ntion an unknown "thing
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