The Ridiculous Life of the Reborn Mage

A Late Lunch or an Early Dinner?

After leaving the alchemy guild, William and Sarah returned to the carriage that had brought them originally. It was situated less than a hundred meters away, and the coachman, an older gentleman named Oliver, was waiting for them.

William had talked with him a few times and understood that he was Sarah's primary guard while living outside the country and was a very competent mage. Although he did not live in the villa with them, he would accompany them whenever they left for protection.

As they got into the carriage, Sarah turned to William.

"We should go to a nice restaurant to celebrate doing so well. Do you have anywhere you would like to go?"

Hearing her question, William couldn't help but feel a little weird being treated like this but didn't overthink it. She was a wealthy noble daughter, and he was a broke kid from a working-class family. Even with his knowledge, it didn't change that he was currently lacking in his means. Realistically, he had been waiting for the potio