After saying that, the girl ran downstairs.
Alan was just about to mention that he might actually have that kind of money.
As the Almighty God, he could easily command any amount of wealth.
Standing by the window, Alan gazed into the distance at the Lord's Mansion, as if reminiscing about the past.
The spot where the Lord's Mansion now stood used to be an ancient ruin where Alan had once wreaked havoc.
Perhaps it would be worth revisiting those old grounds.
As the evening deepened, Alan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
He sensed an unusual presence, a heavy and fresh scent of blood.
After a quick scan of the nearby area, he pinpointed the source of the blood scent and teleported there instantly.
He found himself in what seemed to be a basement under the inn.
He hadn't expected to find such a place here.
