Parched, weary, and fatigued...

As a sense of discomfort washed over him, Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

He beheld a ceiling swathed in cobwebs, and the unfamiliar surroundings caused Lynn's head to swim for a moment.

As Lynn's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he took in the full extent of the cabin's dilapidation. The once vibrant red bricks were now faded and chipped, with thick layers of dust and grime covering their surface. The gray frame of the cabin seemed to have suffered the same neglect, with deep scratches and marks left behind by ants as they crawled across its surface.

The interior of the cabin was in disarray, with miscellaneous objects and rubbish piled up in the corner and dozens of pages of book lying on the ground, their covers missing and leaving only a narrow path for passage. Cobwebs draped the ceiling like a shroud, their delicate strands glowing in the faint light. It was clear that this cabin had not seen a living soul in quite some time.

'Where am I? Have I been kidnapped?' Lynn rubbed his somewhat dizzy head and struggled to sit up, his heart skipped a beat from the horrifying thought.

He could be certain that this place was nowhere he knew, so Lynn had to prepare for the worst possibility - he had probably been kidnapped!

'071, show me my current location!' Lynn subconsciously asked in his mind, but after several seconds, he received no response.

'Even the auxiliary intelligence was blocked?' Lynn's heart sank, and he subconsciously turned over the bed to find a way to escape, but unexpectedly found a sharp short sword at the head of the bed, and a wrinkled sheepskin parchment in his right hand.

Lynn subconsciously held the short sword in his hand. Although he was confused on why a cold weapon was near him, he still took it and he felt safer this way. After hesitating for a while, he opened the wrinkled sheepskin parchment again, which was written with many unique symbols using complicated symbols. What puzzled him even more was that he could actually understand the words written on it!

[Time is running out. The priest of the Holy See has found our trail. Meet at the agreed place in Uer Town a few days before the full moon. Bring seventeen Sika copper coins and follow the mark… Please be careful - Aubrey.]

As he understood the words above, an inexplicable confusion and fear surged into his mind, and then a memory surfaced in Lynn's mind.

[The square was filled with the frenzied energy of the crowd, the air thick with their fervor and excitement. The giant platform at the center of the square loomed over the throngs of people like a throne, and on it stood the bishop, a commanding figure in his white silk robes adorned with glittering jewels. He held aloft his scepter, a symbol of his authority, as the crowd's cheers and shouts reached a fever pitch.

Suddenly, bright red flames erupted into the sky, and Lynn's gaze was drawn to the figures writhing and struggling within the inferno. Their screams of agony were a constant, haunting presence, a reminder of the brutality and cruelty on display. The scene was one of horror and despair, a damning indictment of the wickedness at work.]

'What is this?'

The cruel scene that appeared in his mind made Lynn shudder.

'But why are there such inexplicable memories in my own brain, and who is this Aubrey at the end of the letter?'

Suddenly, Lynn seemed to have thought of something, he looked around and rushed into the room with large water tank at the front. Gazing at the reflection on the surface of the water, a face filled in disbelief gazed back to him.

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The slightly trembling fingers caused ripples on the water surface, but Lynn still clearly saw his appearance at the moment. It was a teenager about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a patched hemp robe, slightly lean in figure, with a pale face full of dust, and untidy black hair that was lacking in care.

'I had suspicions but could it be that I have transmigrated?'

Lynn took a deep breath at the ridiculous thought that came to his mind, but besides this he could not find a second explanation.

Although the Federation had already made great progress in brain development and neuron research before he transmigrated, and brain chip transplant technology was also highly developed, the idea of transplanting consciousness into a second body to achieve rebirth was simply ridiculous. He also did not feel that he was worth the trouble for someone to deceive him in such a way.

Realizing this, Lynn felt numb and sat on the ground, and all of a sudden, a large number of complicated memories flooded his mind again as he was shocked.

After sorting out the sudden memories for half an hour, Lynn barely understood his current situation. He had traveled to a place somewhat like medieval Europe, where many countries vied with each other, and the most powerful among them was the Sika Empire where he now found himself.

Above the earthly imperial power stood the famous Holy See, which worshiped a deity named "Ella" and was a one-god religion with a doctrine of creationism.

In addition to spreading faith and deceiving people, the Holy See's other important claim was to hunt wizards!

What made Lynn feel particularly uncomfortable was that the teenager he had possessed through seemed to be a wizard.

No, to be precise, he was a wanted apprentice wizard!

Lynn looked at the wrinkled sheepskin parchment in his hand with a troubled expression, and thought, 'what the hell? It's bad enough to transmigrate inexplicably, but to be in a state of being chased by people as soon as you arrive, who knows when I'll be tied to a burning stake.'

Speaking of which, his predecessor was also quite reckless.

He was the illegitimate son of a certain viscount in the Sika Empire, named Karl Stellan.

Although he was not well-regarded in his daily life, he was at least not hungry or cold. In this chaotic world of constant wars between countries, being able to eat and wear clothes was already a blessing!

If he still had this identity and relatively stable environment, plus the knowledge of the other world in his mind, it would not be impossible for him to make a fortune within a few years.

But this kid was deceived by a wizard named Kelu, and instead of living a good life, he had to live being Kelu's apprentice, running around everywhere and barely getting by.

Four days ago, his mentor Kelu attempted to kidnap the daughter of a Duke, but fortunately he failed to deceive her, so the next day he received news that Kelu had been arrested before he could run away.

After receiving this news, Karl hid in this secret base and was terrified all day long.

During the past half year of following his mentor Kelu, Karl had seen with his own eyes the scene of a wizard apprentices being burned to death on the stake, and was afraid that the priests of the Holy See would suddenly rush in and arrest him, so he didn't dare to sleep for several days and finally lost consciousness in despair and fear, and then he transmigrated.

"This is a problem..." Recalling this, Lynn whispered with a headache, even considering whether to surrender himself.

In addition to him, Kelu had six other apprentices who had not yet been caught, and he knew their names and appearances, so maybe being a tainted witness was also a way out.

Just pretending to convert and repent later...

However, after thinking about it, Lynn still decisively discarded this somewhat dark thought and firmly believed that he was not the kind of person. Besides, he is not sure whether he would be given a chance to repent, what if they turn back on their words after he's no longer useful?

After calming down and ignoring those impractical fantasies, Lynn focused on thinking about how to escape the pursuit of the Holy See.

In a world without cameras, where criminals are identified solely based on hand-drawn sketches and impressions, disguising oneself and sneaking away may be a good method. As long as he leave this duchy, it will be difficult for them to capture him again. Fortunately, it seems that the original self had some swordsmanship training and, even resolving some bandits who had been harassing the territory on his own.

Of course, the premise is to be low-key and not reveal the magic he have learned, so as not to attract attention. 'Wait a minute... magic?' Suddenly, Lynn froze and then focused on searching his memories, and his face became increasingly strange. Because he found that the memory of himself seemed to be able to use magic! This is not the usual deception of ancient martial arts practitioners or the random tricks that deceive people, but real magic!