It didn't feel like much time had passed for him before it was time for his next bout in the Tower of Iron Magi, which he speedily followed Ains, who moved swiftly through the street before they reached the tower once more.
I guess I slept in the springs for longer than I thought…Crap, I missed my chance at the brothel again! Maybe later? Emilio thought.
"Did you rest well enough, Sir Dragonheart?" Ains asked, glancing back.
"Yeah, I'm good," he replied, "I'm ready."
"That's good to hear; I am sure the lord will be pleased to know that," Ains responded.
There was only enough time to stop by the VIP room again to fetch his trusty sword and staff before having to do the anxious walk down the hall. It seemed through Mr. Merryfoot's impatient avarice, Emilio was scheduled for the nearest possible fight.
Greedy old fart…Well, if I finish this quickly, I can get back into the city, Emilio thought, and with extra cash in my pocket.