Wrapping up everything, Lith was back at the Inn with Mayzin.
Entering their room, he saw the green-haired Lizbeth sitting by the study table, scribbling something on a piece of paper; the ginger-haired Meryl resting her head on Fei's lap as she sat on the edge of the bed, and lastly Sylvia reading something on her phone with Zen sleeping on her lap.
The atmosphere in this room was serene and could make anyone feel comfortable.
Lith's arrival was immediately sensed by Lizbeth, who put her quill down and turned to look at him.
Watching Lith's figure, her face blossomed like radiating jasmine.
"God!"
She immediately got down on her knees after saying so, about to prostrate and sing praises of Lith.
Lith sighed and snapped his fingers, making the elemental energies beneath Lizbeth fluctuate and lift her up.
"Eh?" Taken by surprise, she tried to resist the pressure, but could not.
Snap!
