After bidding farewell to the Bishop, Ivita and the Old Witch returned to the large house arranged for them by the Blacksmith Guild. They bathed and cleaned up. It was undeniable that the constitution of a wizard was truly powerful.
After just one night, Ivita rose from the bed to discover that all the wounds on his body had already healed.
He folded the woolen blanket, tidied up the room, and stepped out the door to find Griffin and Black Wolf, who hadn't returned all night, standing in front of the doorway, seeping with the scent of alcohol, staggering drunk.
Ivita was simply amused by them.
Because among them, one was a Demon Hunter and one a Knight. They must have had to drink a lot to be this drunk.
Black Wolf and Griffin were rarely seen helping each other walk. If they didn't, their unstable bodies wouldn't even make a few steps before collapsing to the ground.
