After finishing this magic notebook, Logan Bennett opened another one. On this one, the writing was even more distorted, the letters resembling patterns.

“It’s not the same language?” Because of this, Logan Bennett curiously opened a third book. This one had illustrations of plants, minerals, and monsters, seemingly a kind of “illustrated guide,” but the writing on it was the same as that on the second magic notebook.

“The language I know is probably the one used in the first magic notebook.” Logan Bennett deduced the commonality of the language based on the difficulty of the text.

After flipping through the three magic notebooks and books several times and gaining nothing more, Logan Bennett lay down on the bed and forced himself to sleep.

For Logan Bennett, the desire to change his situation was so strong that, starting tomorrow, he would have to work hard every day just to survive. If he was listless from poor sleep, he wouldn’t be able to face tomorrow well or seize any opportunities.

Although Benjamin Wright’s healing divine spell had completely healed Logan Bennett’s wounds, after such an intense battle, the exhaustion both mentally and physically still caused Logan Bennett to fall asleep quickly.

Meanwhile, in the sewers, the witch’s secret chamber had already been completely destroyed.

At this moment, a black rat appeared from who knows where, its eyes blood-red, cold, and eerie.

It circled the ruins, squeaked twice, then ran off in another direction down the sewer. After a long while, it found a hidden little hole, squeezed in, and disappeared.

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In the morning, the Adelan District gradually filled with the sounds of people, water being drawn, and other noises, breaking the chill of the night and instantly making Logan Bennett feel vitality and energy.

Usually, Logan Bennett liked to toss and turn in bed for a long time before getting up, but today, as soon as he woke, he forced himself out of bed, lit the stove, boiled water, and toasted the last piece of black bread.

While painfully eating the bread that tasted like wood shavings, Logan Bennett planned out his day.

If he didn’t distract himself with thoughts, this black bread would be absolutely impossible for Logan Bennett to swallow when he wasn’t starving.

“First, I need to find out where I can learn the language and what the requirements are. Also, I have to find a new job, otherwise, I’ll starve at home before I even learn to read.” Logan Bennett didn’t know much about this world and could only make a simple plan. “It’s best not to let anyone familiar know, to avoid giving myself away.”

Using the clean water in the jug, Logan Bennett quickly washed his face, took out the seven coins from the crate, and put them on his person. Although it wasn’t much, it still gave him a bit of security.

Locking the door, Logan Bennett headed straight to the house where Eliza Clark’s family lived. He had no memory of the layout of this city of hymns, so of course he needed to ask someone.

“Hi, Logan Bennett.” A black-haired girl greeted Logan Bennett, her eyes full of curiosity.

Logan Bennett didn’t know her at all, so he forced a standard smile and nodded perfunctorily: “Hi, I have something to do at Aunt Eliza Clark’s house.” Then he hurried past her.

“Hi, Logan Bennett, what do ghosts look like?”

“Logan Bennett, what does it feel like to use divine magic?”

“I saw a guard missing his right hand. Was it very dangerous last night?”

It was only a few dozen steps to Aunt Eliza Clark’s house, but Logan Bennett was stopped by several neighbors’ questions. Overnight, Logan Bennett seemed to have become a well-known figure in the Adelan District.

Logan Bennett didn’t know any of them and could only brush them off as he walked toward Aunt Eliza Clark’s house.

Before he even reached the door, Logan Bennett heard a familiar voice: “Little Evans, you’re up early today.”

Logan Bennett secretly breathed a sigh of relief. “Good morning, Uncle Joel Harris.”

Today, Joel Harris was dressed rather neatly, holding a harp with a classic look in his hand. “Little Evans, have you had breakfast? You’ve just recovered, there’s no need to rush to find work. Your Aunt Eliza Clark has been calling you over for breakfast.”

Logan Bennett had prepared this excuse to ask Joel Harris about the area, and seeing him bring it up first, he felt even more at ease. “Thank you, Uncle Joel Harris, I’ve already eaten. And with Lord Benjamin Wright’s divine healing yesterday, I’m completely recovered and don’t need to rest anymore.”

Joel Harris nodded and motioned for Logan Bennett to walk with him. “With the priest’s divine magic, I’m relieved. Later, go to the Copper Crown Tavern and find the owner, Cohen Brooks. He still owes me a bottle of Les wine and will help introduce you to a good job.”

Logan Bennett thanked him and was about to leave when Joel Harris thought for a moment, put away his usual playful expression, and said seriously, “Little Evans, you’re already seventeen, not so young anymore. You should start thinking about your future.”

“Uncle Joel Harris, what do you mean?” Logan Bennett asked, somewhat understanding.