After resolving most of his doubts and chatting with the woman named Elena.

Luke learned several things. But there was one thing that bothered him a little: that he could not leave the town of Avebury due to the folkloric festival celebrated in «Easter Week.»

Since the town's transportation closes a week before the festivities, he cannot leave town until the folkloric festivities are over.

Regarding his stay during these two weeks, Luke will stay at the «Dark Oak» inn and help Miss Elena's husband pay for his food and stay in this place. It is also an opportunity to become more familiar with this place.

Another thing is that «Passover» is similar to the one on Earth, but with the difference that here it is directed towards a specific "God," from which the woman called Elena addresses the "God" as "Him" with much respect and admiration because they do not want any punishment towards her or her family.

Luke asked what kind of "God" this one was addressing and if it was one of the eight, but the woman gave no answer, so he did not inquire further into the matter.

He noticed that the people of this place believed in gods, something he didn't quite share. Coming from the modern land, he knows very well that "Gods" do not exist or have not yet been confirmed to exist.

Many churches he attended as a child did not leave a good impression on him. He labeled them "liars," but that wasn't important at the time.

Walking through the bustling, stoned streets of Avebury Village, they made their way to the «Dark Oak» inn. The children were running back and forth with innocent and happy smiles, as «Easter Week» was only a few days away.

Seeing the lively town getting ready for the festivities, Luke couldn't help but ask what he noticed when he arrived.

"One question: is the festival something that many towns are familiar with, or is it just a town celebration?"

Elena, who was talking to her husband, turned and smiled.

"The Holy Week festivities of this town are very well known in the nearby cities. Although mainly it was not so well known, it was only for the people. But the town's festivities became better known with time, even my husband asked me. To marry him on those dates; I still remember how he was like a tomato when he asked me to be his wife..."

"Honey, you're missing the point," Carlos, whose Elena's husband's name, had flushed cheeks, interrupted his wife before she could give more details to a person they had just met; embarrassment was killing him!

Luke didn't interrupt the woman, expecting her to say something important, but unfortunately, she didn't. He expected her to say something related to "God," but that was not the case.

He sighed inwardly and kept a small smile, though he was disappointed that the woman didn't say anything important, just unimportant things.

"Cough!" Elena coughed with a flushed face and continued speaking. "Back to the point, the village celebrations are not limited to this place."

Luke attended and asked no further questions.

Soon after, they arrived at their destination, the inn.

The «Dark Oak» inn emerges on the corner of the cobblestone street. Its dark stone facade and twisted vines create a sense of decadent elegance. The windows are adorned with velvet curtains billowing in the breeze over the doorway.

A wrought iron sign decorated with intricate arabesques hangs above the entrance, announcing in golden letters the inn's name: "Dark Oak."

Crossing the threshold, Luke is enveloped in a lively atmosphere.

The wooden floor is marked by the tread of countless feet, and the oak-paneled walls are adorned with an eclectic mix of paintings of rural landscapes and posters of local events.

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The main lobby leads directly to the bar.

The bar is a large, bustling room with high ceilings supported by exposed wooden beams. Wrought iron wall sconces cast a warm light.

The air is charged with a mixture of aromas: smoke from the stone fireplace, the smell of craft beer, and the mouthwatering aroma of stews emanating from the kitchen.

The bar counter, made of solid oak, has been polished for years. Behind it, crowded shelves display an impressive collection of bottles of local spirits, beers, and wines.

The barkeep, a burly man with an easy laugh and booming voice, serves customers with skill and speed, pouring drinks and chatting with everyone.

The sturdy wooden tables are filled with groups of people: farmers, artisans, travelers, and merchants, all sharing stories and laughter. The noise of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of loud laughter create a symphony of life and camaraderie.

In one corner, a group of local musicians play folk tunes on violins and flutes, adding a musical touch to the vibrant atmosphere.

The inn's staff, dressed in costumes, move nimbly among the tables, serving steaming dishes and frothy drinks.

The proprietress, watching Elena's arrival with her husband and daughter, approaches with a smile as she says.

"Oh, welcome, Miss Elena and Mr. Carlos; how can I help you?"

Elena flashed a smile.

"It's to rent a room for this gentleman, plus two-week meals."

The landlady attended and glanced at Luke's body. Her expression froze when she saw the shirt full of blood and the revolver in his waist. But as she is accustomed to, she knows how to keep her composure.

She said. "This way, gentleman, I'll show you to your room."

Luke, before following the owner, looked at Elena, and his partner put a hand on his chest and bowed slightly while saying. "Thank you very much for your help, Miss Elena and Mr. Carlos."

Elena chuckled.

"No need to be so formal. Don't forget that tomorrow you must come to help my husband; with that job, you are paying for your sleep and food at this inn."

With a mistaken smile, Luke said goodbye to the couple and followed the landlady to the second floor.

Standing before the door, the landlady hands Luke a key and says. "This is your room. If you need anything, go down to the first floor and talk to some of the workers."

Luke assisted and entered the room.

The room is simple, with the walls papered discreetly floral. With its carved wooden headboard, the bed is carefully adorned with white cotton sheets and a patchwork quilt.

A small dark wood desk holds an oil lamp with a frosted glass shade. A worn but well-kept Persian rug covers the wooden floor.

Luke sat down and placed the revolver and the mystery box with the monocle inside in the shade of the desk.

He sighed to himself. Soon, his thoughts turned to the desire to return.

I really want to go back home...

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and reviewed why he transmigrated to this place. He doesn't think he transmigrated just because like in the novels he used to read.

After thinking silently for a moment, Luke leaned back in his chair and began to reflect on more important matters.

Luke's index finger unconsciously tapped the desk repeatedly as he recalled the events before the transmigration.

Yes, there wasn't much difference between this period and the past. I just had a bit of bad luck, but why would I transmigrate for no apparent reason?

On my way home, I met an older man who claimed to be a fortune teller. Yes, the older man I met on my way home!

A thought crossed Luke's mind, illuminating memories hidden by confusion.

As he was leaving work, he met an older man wearing a hood who told him he was a fortune teller. Finding this interesting, he played along with the older man because he was curious about what he would say to him.

The old man made a divination using the tarot cards and drew the following cards: "The Tower," "The Ten of Swords," and "The Three of Cups Inverted."

Then he told him to choose one of the three cards, and he decided on the tarot card "The Tower," Afterward, the old man told him the following in a mysterious voice.

"The Tower symbolizes a sudden collapse, a drastic change, and an unexpected disruption in your life. In the coming days, you will be faced with an event that will shake your foundations, something you cannot foresee or avoid. Be prepared for the unexpected".

The older man gave him a piece of paper and told him he could help him with his situation and change his destiny.

After hearing what the older man said, he thought he was a charlatan pretending to be a fortune teller and that it was all just a fabrication.

After that, he experienced several strange events last month: his cell phone was damaged, clients ran away after deceiving him, and mistakes at work.

Suddenly, he remembered that this had all started when he had met the older man.

He used the old man's sheet that said "Ritual of Change of Destiny."

The first paragraph said the ingredients were two white candles, one gray candle, and amber incense.

The second paragraph said: Place the white candles at one end and the gray candle at the other, forming with them an imaginary triangle. Leave space in the center for the incense.

The third paragraph said: Light the amber incense and let the aroma fill the space.

The fourth paragraph said: First, light the two white candles, one at a time, representing the past and the present. Then, light the gray candle, which symbolizes change and transformation of destiny.

In the fifth and last paragraph, it said: recite in a low and solemn voice the following:

"The Primordial One of the Countless Aeons, the Guardian of Time and Fate, the Master of the Past and the Future"

And he waits five minutes in silence with his eyes closed.

Who would have thought that he would transmigrate!

Transmigration!