They walked like this for half a day, and when the sun was overhead, Silas was feeling a bit tired as well, so he stopped at a clearing under a tree.

“Let’s rest here and have something to eat.”

Lawson immediately quickened his pace, gently set down the luggage trunk, looked around, found a slightly dry patch of ground, first laid down a thick bearskin mat, then respectfully said, “Sir, please have a seat. I’ll go gather some firewood and start a campfire.”

Silas sat down on the bearskin mat with satisfaction. “Don’t go too far. The Twilight Forest isn’t exactly safe. If you get bitten by a poisonous insect, I won’t be able to save you.”

“Yes, Mr. Silas.”

Lawson quickly made a round nearby, gathered a large bundle of dead branches, then picked up the flint and lit a small campfire about half a meter in front of Silas.

“Sir, would you like me to boil a pot of water for you?”

Silas shrugged indifferently. “Go ahead, then.”

Lawson took down the small clay pot hanging on the luggage rack, scooped up a big pile of clean snow from the branches, and skillfully started boiling water.

While he was busy, Silas sat on the bearskin with his eyes closed, resting.

Before long, the water was boiling, bubbling with steam.

Lawson ladled out a large cup, respectfully handed it to Silas, and after he took it, quickly sliced a bowl of smoked meat with a small knife, and handed it over together with several roasted potatoes. “Sir, please enjoy your meal.”

Everything was impeccable. Silas didn’t say anything out loud, but he was quite pleased in his heart. Having a clever young man to take care of daily needs was indeed quite nice.

He thought to himself, if this kid doesn’t hold me back, maybe I’ll let him follow me.

On the other side, after Silas started eating, Lawson picked up two roasted potatoes, hid in a corner, and quietly ate.

As for the tastier smoked meat, he didn’t touch it at all.

Silas noticed all of this, raising his eyebrows slightly: ‘Knows his place, at least.’

When he was about half full, Silas suddenly asked, “Last night, you said you could draw?”

Lawson quickly swallowed the food he hadn’t finished chewing and replied respectfully, “Yes, sir.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a blank parchment and a quill filled with ink floated out from the luggage rack and drifted down in front of Lawson.

“Draw something for me.”

Lawson wasn’t nervous about this at all. However, he was very interested in magic now, so he naturally seized every opportunity to learn more about it.

He looked ‘shocked’ at the floating paper and pen. “Mr. Silas, is this magic?”

Silas sneered, “You really are a country bumpkin who’s never seen the world. It’s just a little trick, that’s all.”

Seeing that Lawson still looked incredulous, he explained, “This is Mage Hand. Not much use, really, just for picking up small things.”

The name ‘Mage Hand’ was not unfamiliar to Lawson; there were plenty of them in Earth’s fantasy novels. What really intrigued him was the principle behind the magic.

But Silas’s patience was limited, and his face was already showing clear signs of annoyance.

Lawson knew when to stop, so he immediately took the paper and pen. Before starting to draw, he mumbled, “So, can it be used to pick locks?”

Silas heard him clearly, and his face once again showed a look of contempt. “Truly a rat from a den of thieves, with bad intentions flowing in your blood.”

That said, he didn’t deny Lawson’s suggestion.

Lawson didn’t dare to probe further. He picked up the quill and parchment, got into position, then quietly summoned the desktop, selected the screenshot of the corpse resurrection diagram from last night, and began to print.

‘Swish swish swish~~ swish swish swish~~~’

The white quill danced lightly across the parchment, its tip seeming to possess a life and spirit of its own.

Silas glanced over, raising his eyebrows slightly. “Interesting.”

Seeing that Lawson still needed some time to finish, he continued eating the smoked meat.

About a quarter of an hour later, the corpse resurrection diagram was vividly displayed on the parchment. Except for the lack of color, everything else was as lifelike as a photograph.

“Sir, it’s finished.”

Lawson respectfully handed the drawing to Silas.

Silas turned to look at it, his gaze instantly sharpening, his casual demeanor vanishing as he reached out to take the scroll and examined it carefully, unable to help but exclaim, “Not bad~~ very good indeed. Did a professional artist teach you?”

“No.”

Silas’s face turned cold. “You’d better tell me the truth!”

Lawson explained with a look of ‘sincerity’, “Sir, really, no one taught me. I’ve loved drawing since I was little. Whenever I saw something that moved me, I’d use charcoal to copy it. Each time, I’d try my best to capture the reality. It was hard at first, I couldn’t do it, but the more I drew, the better I got.”

In life, it’s all about acting.

From an adult’s perspective, Lawson’s acting was pretty average, but who would suspect a fifteen-year-old boy too much?

Silas believed most of it.

He lowered his head to study the scroll again, then looked up at Lawson, repeating, “Interesting~ really interesting~”

As he spoke, he fell silent, as if lost in thought. After a while, he suddenly looked up at Lawson. “Kid, have you ever seen a beautiful woman?”