Early the next morning, Lann was fully dressed and rode out of Airetusa's gates on Bopai, who was equally ready.
A well-armed, sturdy warrior emerged from the academy of the Female Warlocks, attracting meaningful glances from many residents of Gos Velen as Lann crossed the stone bridge over the sea.
The look as if to say, 'Look, those Female Warlocks finally let that poor guy out.'
Bopai's steps were light and leisurely, as it had been far too idle as a warhorse recently.
"You can only prance like this for now."
Lann adjusted his body's center of gravity in rhythm with the horse's steps, while lightly patting Bopai's neck.
"Once my new sword arrives... tsk tsk tsk, how will your little frame bear it?"
Lann currently weighed at least thirty kilograms more than before.
As a high-headed horse, Bopai could still manage, but once equipped with Belengar's gear... even a warhorse of Codwin's lineage might find its long-distance mobility severely hindered with the additional weight.
