Sofia looked much more energetic. At least after a night of recuperation, she no longer looked weak.
"Sofia, are you feeling better? I didn't expect that Abraham would call you here in such a hurry."
Alan's words were a little resentful of Abraham's recklessness.
"It's okay. He hurriedly asked me to come to the tavern and said that you were looking for me urgently. What's the matter?"
Sofia looked at the scene in the tavern. It did not seem like anything had happened. Similarly, she was very pleased with Alan's concern, and her expression softened quite a bit.
"Eh, nothing. Actually, this matter isn't very urgent. It's fine to talk about it after you've recovered."
Alan finally understood. Abraham was in a hurry to solve the problem of the gray fog, so he had sent a fake message to Sofia.
Alan looked at Abraham with slight resentment.
He just smiled at Alan in embarrassment.
