Silas let out a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxing.

After closing the door, he turned and stared intently into Lawson's eyes, warning him word by word.

"Kid, remember this: all the pretty women in White Horse Town are trouble! You can't trust a single word they say!"

"Otherwise, you'll end up dead in the wilderness!"

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Chapter Five: Lawson's Spellbook

'Thud~thud~thud~'

As three roasted potatoes rolled across the table, Silas's indifferent voice echoed in the dim room.

"I'm going out to take care of something. Stay put and wait for me to come back. If you're hungry, eat the roasted potatoes. Got it?"

Lawson nodded silently.

Silas turned, placed the luggage trunk in the corner, picked up the sack containing the head, and walked toward the door.

At the door, he reminded again, "Remember, don't touch my stuff! Don't leave the room! Don't talk to strangers! If I find out you disobeyed, you'll be sorry!"

Lawson sneered inwardly: 'So he's planning to keep me caged.'

Of course, the situation was stronger than he was; he had no room to resist for now, so he could only nod respectfully. "I understand, mentor."

'Bang~click~'

Silas left, even locking the door from the outside.

Once he was gone, Lawson quietly let out a breath. Spending all day with a ruthless and narrow-minded mage was quite stressful.

He turned to examine the inn room.

The window was small, made of green glass with poor transparency. It was dusk now, so the room was quite dim.

The room itself wasn't big, and all the furnishings were wooden.

Beside him was a table. Besides the potatoes, there was a small oil lamp on it. The lampstand was dark, tinged with verdigris, seemingly made of brass.

Looking at the lamp, the oil inside was pitch black and gave off a fragrant scent—probably pressed from plants.

In the corner was a triangular wooden rack with a wooden basin on it. Next to the basin was something like a toothbrush, likely a toiletry provided by the inn.

There was also a wooden cabinet. On top sat a ceramic teapot. He opened it and found it full of water. Pouring some out and tasting it, the water was quite clean, probably boiled, but had a faint earthy taste—not very pleasant.

Then there was just a wooden bed left. The mattress was made of neatly cut dry grass, which creaked when he sat on it. The quilt looked thick, but when he touched it, he found it was stuffed not with cotton, but with reed fluff.

He also checked under the bed and found a lidded wooden bucket. Curious, he pulled it out and opened the lid, only to be hit by a strong stench of urine and feces.

Well, it was a chamber pot.

After looking around, Lawson sighed softly. "Feels like I've traveled back to the old days... Huh~ there seems to be a crack in the wall."

Being alone in a closed room was extremely boring, so when he saw the crack, Lawson went over to check it out.

'Hmm~ I can see the next room. There's no one inside, and no luggage either, so it must be unoccupied.'

'The room is really big, with a large window and a beautiful screen. Behind the screen is a mirror... looks like a small bathroom.'

'The bed is huge too—a big round bed. Judging by the sheen of the quilt, it looks like silk... I get it now, my room is so shabby mainly because we didn't pay enough.'

So it seemed Silas was really short on money.

With nothing else to do, Lawson ended up examining everything in the room he could see or touch, even checking the mouse hole in the corner.

But the room was only so big, and he quickly finished looking around, still feeling bored.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: 'Hmm~ didn't the desktop get a new program? Might as well check it out.'

He summoned the desktop, and saw that on the blue background, there was a new icon—a little figure carrying a backpack, named "Lawson's Adventure Log."

He tried opening it, and a video playback window appeared. On the right side of the window was a timeline, with important time points briefly labeled in text.

It was a very user-friendly interface.

Lawson checked the text notes beside the timeline and found a node in the middle labeled "Transmigration."

Above "Transmigration" was "Previous Life," and below was "This Life."

He tried dragging it to "Previous Life" and found that every detail of his past life was recorded without the slightest error.

Birth, learning to walk, babbling, starting school, then attending university, graduating, taking the postgraduate entrance exam, pursuing a PhD, and finally entering society, starting a family and career.

Throughout the process, everything he heard, saw, smelled—basically any information his five senses picked up—was recorded in perfect detail.

Lawson clicked his tongue in amazement. "Whoa~~ it's practically a holographic life recorder!"

After skimming through his previous life, he checked his current one.

He glanced through it, then set the time to when he first entered the Green Oriole Inn and met the beautiful girl Lillian, and silently thought: 'Play.'

The next moment, the window lit up and began playing a three-dimensional image.

In the image, the beautiful girl named Lillian walked up to him, her tone teasing: "Mister Mage, looking for some fun?"

It felt a bit like playing a first-person online game.

Lawson recalled the information he had received earlier: 'Full-angle viewing... what does that mean?'