It was unclear how much time had elapsed when Legira suddenly interrupted Daof's lecture:

"Alright, Daof. Surely you don't intend to expound upon the entire book right here? There are matters awaiting your attention back there, and those individuals will be in a state of agitation. Glen has a neighbor who is an expert in the study of magic. He can seek guidance from that person regarding these fundamentals. Your time is of great value, my friend."

Daof slapped his forehead. First, he expressed his gratitude to Legira, and then he addressed Glen, saying, "I must take my leave. Once you have completed the study of this book, proceed to the Demonfall Valley to find me. You will naturally be able to detect my scent there. My magic abode is situated in that location. I will impart new knowledge to you at that time. If I am absent, it means I have gone to the main city, and I will return within a day or two."

Having said this, he turned around and opened the wooden door that stood upon the lawn.

His wife, Meko, approached Glen, produced a meticulously crafted magic wand, and presented it to him, stating, "I am merely a fourth-level mage, and this is the best I can offer. It can assist you in the casting of spells."

"Thank you, Mrs. Meko."

Glen accepted the magic wand, and an image involuntarily flashed through his mind of himself, in his werewolf form, wielding a magic wand no thicker than a toothpick while casting a spell. He nearly burst into laughter but managed to restrain himself.

Upon seeing that he had accepted her gift, Mrs. Meko smiled and then departed with her husband, who was awaiting her outside the door.

Concealing the magic wand, Glen surveyed his surroundings and observed that all the guests had already departed. Only he, Tia, and the Black Crow and his wife remained.

Tia was slumped over a table, fast asleep, her hand still firmly clutching the box filled with confections.

Mrs. Legira, too, had reclined, her eyes tightly shut, and was already in a state of slumber.

Glen was somewhat taken aback. Moments ago, Mrs. Legira had been engaged in conversation with Daof, and now she had fallen asleep without any prior indication?

He walked over to the Black Crow, who lowered his voice and said, "My wife has been extremely fatigued today, yet she is content."

Glen responded with a smile and, in a similarly hushed tone, said, "Please convey my farewell to her."

The Black Crow nodded.

Glen approached Tia and gently nudged the young maid. The latter merely smacked her lips and showed no sign of rousing.

Glen took the box into his hand, gently hoisted the little maid onto his back, waved to the Black Crow, and then opened the door and exited.

Once the door closed once more, the expanse of blue sky, the white clouds, and the lawn gradually distorted and vanished, subsequently transforming back into the original interior scene of the house, enveloped in darkness.

Legira remained lying on the bed in her chamber, and the Black Crow stood silently by the bedside...

After departing from the Black Crow's abode, Glen was in an exceptionally cheerful mood throughout the journey.

This expedition had truly proven to be worthwhile. Not only had he made the acquaintance of numerous peculiar individuals, but he had also been granted the opportunity to study magic.

All of this had been made possible by the Black Crow and his wife, and he would forever cherish their kindness.

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Should an opportunity present itself in the future, he was determined to repay them.

The little maid appeared to be sleeping soundly, and she did not stir until Glen reached home.

He laid her upon her own bed and then glanced skyward.

He was unable to determine the current time.

He retrieved the pocket watch that he had confiscated from the werewolf leader and, upon closer inspection, was suddenly taken aback.

"How can it already be nine o'clock in the evening?!"

It did not seem as though much time had elapsed, yet to his surprise, it was already so late.

The young nobleman was still in Dudd Town, and he wondered how he was faring.

He promptly harnessed the deer-drawn carriage and set off for the neighboring town.

Fortunately, the young master was unharmed, but he had still failed to recruit anyone for the day. He regarded Glen with a hint of trepidation in his eyes.

Luther had already concluded his work for the day, and now only Ravel remained, idly lost in thought.

Glen had no inclination to engage in extensive conversation. He merely inquired briefly about the day's events and then immediately accompanied the young nobleman back home.

Upon visiting the pigsty, Glen observed that NightRoar's physique had notably enlarged by a full circumference. He was immediately seized by curiosity and approached to examine it more closely.

NightRoar sensed the arrival of its master and promptly sat upright, resembling a soldier awaiting inspection by a superior officer.

Glen circled around the large dog several times, scrutinizing it intently. Upon confirming that it had not merely gained weight, his expression lit up with excitement.

"I never anticipated that you could grow stronger after consuming those creatures?" he exclaimed.

Subsequently, an idea seemed to occur to him. He used his werewolf claws to slit his wrist, causing blood to flow, and held it before NightRoar's mouth, saying, "Give my blood a try and see if it has any effect."

Gotaya, who had approached from the side, regarded Glen's actions with a curious expression.

NightRoar sniffed the blood but then turned its head away. The look in its eyes was not one of fear but rather one of disdain.

Upon witnessing this reaction, Glen immediately delivered a kick to the dog and scolded, "Since when do you presume to disdain me?!"

Under Glen's coercion, NightRoar reluctantly licked the blood on his wrist.

Despite Glen's anticipation, NightRoar exhibited no signs of change.

Could it be that the quantity was insufficient? ... Just as he was entertaining this thought, NightRoar suddenly vomited violently to the side.

The retching was so forceful that it seemed as though the dog was attempting to expel its very stomach.

Glen: "..."

In the end, NightRoar appeared completely drained and collapsed onto the ground, disinclined to move even an inch.

"Is your blood toxic?" Gotaya inquired tentatively.

"Perhaps," Glen replied dismissively and then instructed her to tidy up and go to eat.

Upon returning home, Glen, in truth, had no enthusiasm for cooking. He instructed the two of them to help themselves to the desserts from the birthday celebration for sustenance while he retreated to his own chamber.

He lit a kerosene lantern and eagerly began to peruse the book that Daof had bestowed upon him.

Although there were numerous passages that eluded his comprehension, at least he now had questions in his mind, which would provide him with a basis when he sought answers from the old man later.

The sounds from downstairs gradually subsided, indicating that Ravel and Gotaya had retired for the night.

Yet Glen continued to read with great enthusiasm.

Only when the kerosene lamp was on the verge of extinguishing would he set aside the book to replenish the kerosene and then resume reading.

This marked the first occasion since his transmigration to this world that he had stayed up late.

The shadowy figures roaming the streets regarded the only house in the town illuminated by light with curiosity and emitted low growls of ambiguous meaning...

Dong dong dong...

There came a knock at the door. Glen lifted his gaze from the pages of the book and consulted his pocket watch. It was already eight o'clock in the morning.

Glen turned and opened the door. Tia curtsied and greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Glen. Young Master Ravel is still awaiting your escort to his place of work in Dudd Town. He dispatched me to rouse you."

Upon hearing this, Glen scratched his head and was on the verge of acquiescing, but then he seemed to think of something and said, "Tia, go and inform Ravel to drive the carriage himself. He has witnessed me do it on numerous occasions. He should be capable of managing it."

"This..." Tia was uncertain whether her young master was up to the task and thus hesitated, contemplating whether to offer further persuasion.

However, Glen handed Tia a pouch of copper coins and urged, "Hurry along. There's no cause for concern. This is for the lad's meal expenses."

The little maid had no choice but to descend the stairs and convey the news to Ravel.

But to Tia's astonishment, upon hearing the news, Ravel was not in the least bit irritated. Instead, his eyes brightened, and he appeared eager to give it a try.

"I understand. I shall depart at once!" Ravel said casually and then turned and strode briskly out the door.