Logan Bennett saw that Benjamin Wright showed no intention of silencing witnesses, so he had no desire to stay any longer. He hurriedly walked out of the secret chamber, and when he reached the outside sewer, Logan Bennett, whose spirit had just broken through a certain boundary, suddenly heard a sentence from Corey Allen inside. This made Logan Bennett feel a bit heavy-hearted. He whispered to Hudson Grant, “Gary Miller has lost his right hand. I’m afraid he can no longer become a knight, and he’ll probably be dismissed from the guard.”

Not quite sure how he felt, Logan Bennett walked out of the secret passage and was immediately met with questions from the surrounding poor folk.

“Little Evans, did you purify the ghost?” Aunt Eliza Clark called out from afar.

Logan Bennett nodded. “It’s already been purified by Lord Benjamin Wright and several guards.”

Everyone immediately relaxed and began to ask questions and chat excitedly: “Logan Bennett, what did the ghost look like? Was it scary?”

“Lord Benjamin Wright truly deserves to be an official priest.”

“Looks like Logan Bennett was blessed by the Lord this time, to be able to use the Holy Emblem of Truth.”

“It’s a pity that Logan Bennett is no longer a child and can’t be sent to the monastery for training. Otherwise, it would be a great honor for our Arden District to have a Lord Logan Bennett.”

Hearing these discussions, Logan Bennett felt a bit dazed: “I can’t become a priest?”

Although, due to being a transmigrator, Logan Bennett had never considered becoming a priest, having just experienced the extraordinary, superhuman power of divine magic, it was still a bit disheartening to be told he couldn’t walk that path.

“Poor little Evans, just look at your face—you must be exhausted. Hurry home and get some rest.” Aunt Eliza Clark saw that Logan Bennett didn’t look well and quickly spoke up.

Logan Bennett had a lot on his mind and did need some quiet, so he nodded, returned to his small room, sat by the bed, listened to Benjamin Wright and the others leaving, listened to the onlookers dispersing, and listened as the deep night returned to peace and tranquility, pressing his longing for his parents and others deep into his heart.

“I can’t become a priest, and it seems that since I didn’t train from childhood, there’s little hope of becoming a knight and awakening bloodline power either.”

“If I want to gain extraordinary power, I’m afraid my only option is to study magic.”

“But once I choose magic, I’ll be an enemy of the Church, and of the vast majority of ordinary people, including Aunt Eliza Clark and the others.”

“Maybe there are other paths?”

“In any case, the magic notes are in my mind. I’ll take a look first. Hmm, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Hesitant and struggling, Logan Bennett decided to first look at the magic notes, so his mind entered the library and he opened the magic notes.

After a long while, a low, helpless laugh sounded in the room from Logan Bennett:

“What do I do if I can’t read?”

Chapter 8 Arthur Scott

Opening the magic notes, line after line was filled with strange, unfamiliar letters—not belonging to either of the two scripts Logan Bennett had known before transmigrating. And this body he now inhabited, being a pauper, had never learned any writing, which was perfectly normal. Being able to instinctively understand and speak the language of this world, without affecting communication, was already the brightest stroke of luck among the countless hardships Logan Bennett had faced so far.

Thus, at present, Logan Bennett had tragically become a true illiterate, able only to stare blankly at the magic notes, unable to understand a single word.

Logan Bennett gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Being illiterate really doesn’t feel good.”

Although just this one day after transmigrating, Logan Bennett had already experienced a lot, making him much more mature and calm than before, and even before looking at the notes, he’d worried about the threat of the Church and hesitated over whether to study magic, now, the crushing disappointment still hit Logan Bennett hard. As a university student of the new era—idealistic, moral, educated, and disciplined—being illiterate felt terrible, especially when literacy was tied to extraordinary, superhuman power.

Without much hesitation, after calming down for a moment, Logan Bennett firmly made up his mind: “The most important thing right now is to learn the writing of this world!”

Even if he didn’t choose to study magic in the future, to escape the life and status of a bottom-tier pauper, learning to read and gaining knowledge was still a viable path—especially since Logan Bennett himself had no great strength, no robust physique, and no swordsmanship. The chances of escaping his current status through military merit, adventure, or being a hired hand were extremely slim.

With this idea and decision, Logan Bennett quickly cast aside his disappointment, a spark of determination rising in his heart, and continued to flip through the magic notes, to see if there were any other secrets hidden within, like a treasure map or something.

As he looked, Logan Bennett frowned slightly, because he saw many familiar things in the magic notes, such as numerous standard geometric shapes and some strange patterns made up of lines.

“Magic circles, or magic sigils?” Logan Bennett guessed, based on the “Holy Emblem of Truth,” and then quickly flipped to the back of the magic notes, where he saw rows of formulas similar to chemical equations. Only, instead of symbols, these formulas contained some words: “Magic formulas? Potion recipes?”

These two similarities gave Logan Bennett some guesses, but since he couldn’t read the words, he could only remain doubtful for now.