The first rays of the morning sun shone through the window into the guest room of the tavern and onto Timus' face. It was as if this gentle ray of sunlight had caused some stimulation, or perhaps it was just the effect of his biological clock.
Timus opened his eyes.
"Emm, today is another beautiful day." Timus slowly sat up from the bed and stretched. Oddly, he realized that the streets outside were different from yesterday morning. It was bustling with noise.
"What's happening? Could there be a celebration?" Timus muttered to himself. He gently pushed open the window and poked his head out, and wanted to know if there was something good happening outside.
If that was the case, he would definitely find a bunch of people to drink with him. As he thought about this, Timus could not help but lick his lips and listen carefully.
However, when he heard this, his expression gradually changed.
"Did you hear? The Princess died last night!"
