When Han woke up, he was immediately greeted with the young man's face this time.

Why couldn't he wake up to some Mermaid or a beautiful Princess? It was like his luck was still poor despite all of the boost to it.

"Took you long to wake up." Timothy shook his head, standing up from the floor. "Even Miss Becky has woken up, and she's nursing a headache."

Now that he reluctantly pulled himself up from the floor, he saw Becky sitting in one of the corners of the room. She had a mug in her hands while she stared glumly out the window. "Well, a good morning to you too, Tim."

"I assume you are prepared for the journey?"

Han blinked at him, "Well… yeah, I mean—I don't actually have any possessions on me. I only have the clothes on my back." He managed a laugh.

"Of course, that is why I took the liberty to get you a bag at least and some spare clothes. Don't complain of the sizes as I don't have your measurements." Timothy dropped a bag into his arms. "You'll have to repay me next time."

"Oh, sure, thanks!" Han didn't expect the guy to actually be this nice. Except for such a sharp tongue, he was actually pretty caring. Although Han didn't really need a bag when he had his but the man didn't know that.

Timothy nodded but didn't say anything else. The man walked off, and Han simply followed after him, until he realized something.

"Aren't we going to eat breakfast?"

"...are you some aristocrat? We don't eat breakfast nor do we have time for it. You already woke up late."

"Okay, fair enough. Don't blame me if you hear my stomach growls and it bothers you."

The two of them were bickering on their way out, until they were stopped by someone.

"...I didn't know you two were close friends." Becky said out of the blue, her attention shifting from the window towards them. "Where are the two of you heading?"

Han stared at her and wondered if she should reply but decided to let Timothy answer for him. He still felt sleepy and still had a bedhead—even though he slept on the floor.

"O-oh! We're supposed to travel out today to the Capital, Miss Becky. A good morning to you by the way." Timothy nodded in greeting.

"Travel to the Capital? Are you two eloping together?"

"What?" Timothy's voice flattened immediately, the initial cheerful voice clearly dying. The man's face went slack. "I think you used the wrong word, Miss Becky."

Han tried to keep his face blank, trying to stifle back laughter. He didn't know Becky had an interest in that. Han Jing easily recalled all the female otakus that he knew who were hardcore shippers. "Haha, Miss Becky, sorry to disappoint but we're not into each other."

"What has made that cross your mind?!" Timothy was flabbergasted that Han had to pull the guy towards the door so they could leave.

Han pushed the man out of the door. "We have to get going now, Miss Becky! Thanks for your time! Er, see you around… I mean, till we meet again!"

"If I have the time, I'll visit you guys in the city." Those were Becky's last words before they made it out of the saloon and into the village square.

"I don't know where she got that idea from, she must be in shock due to the recent events." Timothy shook his head with vehemence, dismay apparent in his voice. "I would have never—"

"Relax, I'm not into men so we don't have anything to worry about." Han chuckled until he peered at his companion. "Unless you happen to be denying yourself."

"Quit yourself of this foolish tomfoolery! Even if I were to be someone who had those preferences, it would clearly not be you!" Timothy glared at him.

Han nodded and waved him off. "Loud and clear, dude. So how do we get to the Capital? Do we ride some sort of magical carriage or get aboard some mounted wyvern and soar through the skies?"

The man stared at him, that even he knew that it was a senseless question.

"Oh pardon me, it's a no, sir. We've got the best of rides for someone like you, sir. Clearly only the best for you, sir!"

Han looked at Timothy's blank face, "I haven't seen someone say that with so much sarcasm. Don't tell me we're walking there?"

The guy rolled his eyes and motioned afar, "Behold! Our ride awaits us!"

"Hey! Welcome to my crop cart! It's not only wheat, but the fruits and everything else. We'll be travelling under the early morning sun, boys!"

Han tried not to let his jaw drop, "Old Man Joe Light?"

"What's with that look, never seen someone on a cart?" The old man was seated in front of the cart, where two mules were his choice of beast of burden. He was holding the reins, an iconic farmer's hat on his head.

"Your back was broken! How are you going to drive us?"

"Pfft, I'm as fit as a fiddle. I'm well enough to do some back flips if you ask me to!" The old man laughed. "Now hurry up and get on the cart, we should take advantage of the early morning while it's still not hot."

"Yes, sir!"

And shortly after, they set forth towards the Capital!