It was too late and the boatmen had already retired for the night, so Roland had to walk home.
By the time he had washed up and laid down on his soft bed, the night was deep.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window lattice, Roland slowly opened his eyes.
The significant increase in his Spiritual Attribute had dispelled all his fatigue. He sat up in bed as soon as he was fully awake.
"Good morning, Qiao."
"Good morning, Roland."
Hearing his name, Red Squirrel Qiao, who was standing by the window breathing in the fresh air, responded with a wave of his furry little paw.
Compared to his time in the Black Water Territory, perhaps due to a more comfortable life, he had clearly grown a bit rounder. With his fluffy fur, he could easily be mistaken for a small kitten from a distance.
And during these peaceful days in the River Domain, Qiao had gradually let down his guard, getting along well with Teresa, Bronson, Hobbit, and the others.
