Logan shifted his legs again, his gaze moving between Ruben and Marie, wondering what they had brought for him this time.
"I will accept anything you make—so far, it's helped me greatly. Just let me know what you need, and I'll do my best to get it for you. Also, to tell you the truth, we ran into complications with demons on our way north, so any help would be appreciated before I leave again," Logan said, his voice steady yet tinged with expectation.
Ruben didn't make him wait long. He began pulling out a cloak, a few clothes, and another whip.
"No armor?" Logan asked, surprised by the absence of heavy metal gear.
"No need—you're not suited for that kind of equipment. What you need is an increase in speed, intelligence, and mana. Based on what you've told me about your use of the whip, it seems you've started wielding it in a rather unconventional way. So, just another whip like the one I gave you before wouldn't suffice," Ruben explained.
