Jacob woke up and the knowledge of his newly gotten [Sharp-Bolt] spell rushed inside his head, filling up gaps in his memory and giving him the knowledge as to how the spell works. Picking that variant of the upgrade had been a choice Jacob thought was appropriate last night since picking one that's in between two specializations- that is all out damage in exchange for range or long range in exchange for damage - is a better choice if he didn't know what he wanted to build yet.

And as he digested the information he got from [Sharp-Bolt], he knew that he had picked the right choice because [Sharp-Bolt]'s effects aren't that it makes the regular [Bolt] sharper, but that it makes it more streamlined as well as giving it a pointed tip that can act as a spearhead. The new shape that Jacob is aware of made it so that [Sharp-Bolt] travels faster, giving it the illusion of having more distance than it really should. Also that speed? It allows for stronger attacking power.

The in-between indeed. It feels like it was actually the best choice out of the three, though Jacob isn't really sure if that's actually the case.

"Also, no headache, huh?" Jacob couldn't help but mutter out loud as he touched his head, was him waking up feeling like shit only the case during the first time he experienced the information transfer?

With a shake of his head, Jacob smiled and unbuttoned the pants that had been rented to him last night and took it off. The black fiber that it was made of felt smooth to the touch and Jacob couldn't help but appreciate the way it feels whenever he ran his hands down the material, 'it feels like it was made for a wedding, actually.' He couldn't help but think as he walked to the drying rack and picked out his underwear as well as his actual pants.

He wore them as quickly as he could and then proceeded to do the same with his shirt, to finish his get up, he tied the Jacket's sleeves around his waist and made it act as a skirt that covered his lower back, it probably had a name, whatever it is, but Jacob didn't really know.

A knock echoed out of the door just as Jacob was about to leave his room, opening it, he was greeted by the sight of the freckled girl that delivered his food last night, which she did again this morning. On her hands is another tray of food, with much more variety this time: Pickled fish, fried... tomatoes? Another bowl of soup paired with sliced bread, and then fried... pork? It was meat, either way.

"Thank you, I was about to go down to check if there's any breakfast." He said, smiling. He reached out and took the tray from the girl, who returned his smile with her own carefree version of it, it seemed that her attitude from last night had burned out, replaced by a calm and professional demeanor. "You don't need to go back for this, by the way. I'll just bring it down on my own."

She nodded, "Of course. Are you gonna leave soon?"

"Yeah." He answered, though what he'll do once he leaves the Tavern is still a mystery. Maybe he can become an adventurer? Like those protagonists from a few web novel's he's read? Or maybe he can just sit down and be a shopkeeper? The future's open really.

"See you, then." She nodded and Jacob returned the gesture and closed the door, he then went back to bed and quickly finished breakfast, when he was done, he carried the tray and the empty plates down to the main tavern and handed it to the barkeeper he'd seen last night, the girl he was standing with as well as a few of the barmaids were gone, presumably still asleep after an entire night's worth of work.

"Do I just... return this here?" Jacob asked and the large man nodded. "Cool. Then." He made sure to slowly place the tray down on the counter in hopes that the man will return the money they owe him in gold but they never did, even after he told them that he's now leaving. Was gold not worth that much or are they just thinking that it's expected of someone like him? They did think he was a [Mage]...

Jacob resisted the urge to look back and ask about it and hastened his steps, stepping out, he was greeted by the open sky devoid of any clouds, both the rainy kind as well as the regular kind. The Village- whom he never got to see properly because of his rush to get out of the storm last night, - looked relatively clean and smelled fresh too, it was a far cry from the things he'd read about in history books and the expectations he set went crumbling down harshly, so much so that it took him a second to move away from the door to make sure that he isn't blocking the path inside.

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Now, where does someone who literally arrived via sudden teleportation go when they reach human civilization? Jacob looked left, there, a fountain lay in in the middle of a circular plaza, and people sat on benches, both as a family or alone. Choosing that it was the best place he can go to if he wanted information, Jacob took a step to his left and was immediately blocked by a bulky man twice his width.

"Oh, sorry bout that." The hardened man grinned, he reached out with a hand to start patting Jacob's jacket but he slapped the thief's hand away, "Hey, I was just being kind."

"Sure," Jacob said, stepping aside and moving past the piece of shit who he chose to forgive despite the clear attempt at thieving just now. Fighting someone just because they "accidentally" bumped into him didn't seem like a good idea if he wanted to get along with the native villagers, after all.

The walk to the plaza was a fairly short, if not gaze filled one. Jacob didn't know if it was because of the jacket that he was wearing or that some of the patrons started talking about some mage suddenly appearing at the nearest tavern last night but for some reason, people just kept staring at him like he was an interesting museum exhibit armed with a bomb. Truth be told, he didn't mind the awe and cautious gazes they shot him but Jacob wished that they at least tone it down.

One such example is a kid from a bench to his right, Jacob ignored his wide and excited eyes as he took the marble fountain to memory, it was surprisingly enough, cleaned and polished, with the white marble looking good as new, running his hand through it gave him the sense that he was touching one of the many tiles back at his family's mansion. Jacob wanted to joke about it being because there's a God of Cleaning out there somewhere but he didn't want to offend them should they actually exist.

Even the interior looked clean, completely devoid of moss, too. It was an exemplary job compared to some of the fountains Jacob had seen in his past life, some of those were outright dirty, no matter how much it was advertised otherwise.

Satisfied that he wouldn't suddenly get diseases just from sitting down, Jacob placed himself on the fountain's lips and looked around, he took in the village and everything it is for the first time, noticing that despite the medieval aesthetic of the houses and people, the way they acted and talked can be compared to the modern humans he was used to seeing, they weren't the depressed, socially unstable and workaholic peasants that he had read about if anything, these ones seemed healthy enough that comparing the two isn't even a question.

And the houses, too. Jacob stared at them in quiet fascination as a bard to his side started singing her song, playing a violin all the while- an instrument he personally did not expect to see, at all.

The buildings here had stone foundations, yes, though they seemed to have been melded together by something, either through a basic alchemical method- Jacob ignored the memory of the healing stone as it popped up - or a spell. It was weird to see these rough patches of stones looking like they had been mixed together, and in some cases, a few outright blended with one another to create an odd, yet whole shape. The fact that they looked obviously like stones stuck together went unnoticed by Jacob too.

If the people here used concrete, Jacob did not know because he saw nothing that's related to it.

At the top of the building's foundation, Jacob noticed that the woods were properly beamed, placed in such a way that each corner of the foundation had a massive pillar of log that went up to touch the wooden roofs, supporting their weight. Meanwhile, the walls were made of stone stacked atop each other and mixed using the same method as the one they used for the foundations. Then, finally, the windows were made of wood, not glass, sadly, but the fact that they were circular made them blend well with the medieval aesthetic of the place.

Jacob felt something while staring at everything, calling it culture shock would be an understatement, it was simply more than that.

"Hello," Jacob looked away from the buildings and turned to the side.

"Hi?" He quizzically replied to the... well dressed woman in front of him. "Is something wrong?"

She shook her head, "No, none at all. But the mayor has heard that there's a [Mage] passing by the village and thought that he'd want to invite them. You are the mage, though, yes?" Jacob nodded, "Good!" The woman clapped, "his office is just to the left over there, when you see a two story building with white stone pillars at the front, you'd know."

Jacob nodded, "I'll... check it out."

She bowed, "Thank you for your time."