Navi, who had just come out from the feast and was trying to sleep, got disturbed again by a plain voice.
"Navi, these are the cores you have asked for…" Alaric threw 50 tier 2 cores from his shadow in front of the head of the crafters.
"T-This late… You could have given it tomorrow, My lord," Navi answered as he picked up the cores from his house floor and began to pile them around in a corner.
Expecting a reply he turned around…
"..." It didn't take him long to realize that he was once again alone in his house with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company.
'Sigh! I should give them to Zola as soon as possible or he could literally come to my house demanding these things...' Taking a deep sigh, Navi tried to sleep for the second time.
After going to the bathroom for the last time, Navi finally spends his night peacefully sleeping.
...
Knock! Knock!...
