In the blink of an eye, a full month had passed since arriving at Silvermoon City.

And on the last day of this month, something extremely unpleasant occurred.

"Get out! No money and still wanting to freeload at the Rose House! Why don't you take a piss and look at your ugly mug!"

The previously kind-faced innkeeper had suddenly turned into a fierce monster, bringing two burly guards to throw Shaborei and Lawson's clothes and luggage onto the street.

Shaborei's face still bore the dark eye circles of a lingering hangover. With a forceful shove from the guard, he lost his balance and stumbled a few steps before falling headfirst into a pile of horse manure by the roadside.

Still not fully sober, he actually stuck out his tongue for a lick. Immediately, he roared angrily, "Raphe! Raphe! This wine has gone bad! How dare you sell me spoiled wine!"

"Hahaha~" The innkeeper burst into loud laughter, his face full of scorn. "Shaborei, look at yourself! Do you deserve the Omichia name?!"

"What's it to you whether I deserve it or not?!"

Shaborei sobered up a little. He crawled up from the ground and vigorously wiped the horse manure off his face before turning to yell at Lawson.

"Lawson, Lawson, get me some water to wash my face."

Where would Lawson find water? He randomly grabbed a piece of Shaborei's underwear from the ground and used it to wipe his face forcefully.

After finally getting him about eighty to ninety percent clean, he swiftly gathered up the scattered luggage, pulled Shaborei along, and squeezed through the crowd of onlookers.

Not until they reached a secluded corner of the street did Lawson finally unable to refrain from yelling in a low voice.

"Old man, what have you done? Nearly 200 gold crowns, and you've spent it all in a month?"

A single gold krone had the purchasing power of 20,000-30,000 RMB on Earth. 200 kroner was equivalent to 4-5 million RMB. This guy had squandered it all in a month!

During this time, he had been studying the geometry of this world. Oblivious to everything outside, he did not expect such a fiasco to happen.

Fortunately, he had thick skin. If it were someone thinner-skinned, they would have wanted to find a hole to hide in.

Shaborei chuckled sheepishly, eyes evading contact, not daring to meet Lawson's gaze.

"I did spend it too quickly, didn't realize it would go so fast. I didn't notice as the money slipped away."

"But it wasn't all my fault. The ladies at the Rose House were just too enthusiastic, more than any normal man could resist."

Lawson couldn't help but roll his eyes upon hearing this. He really wanted to punch this fat pig in the head.

He wanted to walk away, but seeing the guy stumbling about, still not fully sober from the alcohol, he worried this pig would fall asleep on the street and get run over by a passing carriage.

"Luckily I still have 10 kroner left. Let's find a remote inn to settle down first."

"Umm~~okay, okay~hic~~ There's an inn south of the city, called the Hound's Den, affordable, only 1 silver krone a night~~hic~~ Let's stay there first."

"Alright."

Following the direction Shaborei pointed, after about an hour, Lawson arrived at a brick building.

The three-story building had dark red walls, glass windows on every room, and looked decent overall. The only problem was the foundation didn't seem well built.

Why do I say that?

Because the building was tilted, leaning at quite a steep angle - at least 5 degrees, even more frightening than the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Lawson was speechless. "How can people live here?"

"It's livable. This building's been tilting for over twenty years but hasn't collapsed. It definitely won't collapse in the future either. Anyway, this misfortune definitely won't befall us."

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Now mostly sober, Shaborei walked boldly to the door and called out, "Harry! Harry! Your old friend is here! Why don't you come out to welcome me!"

'Clank!'

A wooden bucket flew out, landing right over Shaborei's head. It was closely followed by a roar of fiery rage from inside the building.

"Shaborei! You still have the nerve to see me! I trusted you so much! You bastard betrayed me!"

"Get lost! Go as far as you can!"

Shaborei removed the bucket from his head and gestured to Lawson, "Quick, give me the money pouch. Hurry! Or we'll have nowhere to stay!"

Lawson handed over the pouch.

Shaborei immediately tossed the pouch into the building. "Harry, for the sake of the coins, let me stay here for a while!"

It quieted down inside for a moment before the angry male voice sounded again.

"For the sake of the coins, come on in. But I'm telling you, you severely hurt my feelings. So I'll double all your expenses here!"

Shaborei was utterly unconcerned. He chuckled as he walked into the building.

"No problem, double it then. Oh right, this is my new good friend Lawson. Don't let his young age fool you, he's quite exceptional."

Lawson followed behind him and peeked in through the door.

The interior was decorated like a regular inn, with a small restaurant on the first floor but very few customers.

Next to it was a counter where a big bearded red-haired man was wiping the tables with a rag, eyes glaring fiercely at Shaborei as if wanting to shoot fire from them.

He also saw Lawson, and his gaze softened slightly. "Kid, I advise you to stay away from him. No one who hangs around him ends up well."

Shaborei sat down at an empty table. "Harry, stop spouting nonsense. Don't scare the boy."

The red-haired owner Harry seemed extremely disgusted with him. He pointed upstairs, "I don't want to see you right now. Go to your room before I regret this!"

"Sure!"

Shaborei immediately slipped away, leaving behind a baffled Lawson.

Harry poured a honey wine and handed it to Lawson. "Drink up, lad. This one's on the house."

Lawson was quite thirsty. "Thank you."

'Gulp gulp.' After a big sip, he curiously asked, "Mr. Harry, what exactly did Shaborei do to make you hate him so?"

At the mention of Shaborei's name, Harry's forehead throbbed with bulging veins. It took him a while to calm down.

He sat down with a long sigh. "I never wanted to bring this up again, but I don't want to see more people fooled by that scumbag. I'll tell you then."

Lawson immediately pricked up his ears.

Harry poured himself some honey wine and took a sip. Sorrow seemed to crawl up his bearded face.

"Three years ago, I fell in love with a young and beautiful girl. Lucky for me, she loved me back."

'Gulp.' He drank some wine.

"We were in love and about to get married. Shaborei was my good friend, so of course I invited him to the wedding. But do you know what that guy did?"

"What did he do?"

"That damned scum, the moment he saw my beloved girl, he said he liked her too and wanted to compete fairly with me! Can you believe a friend would do that?"

"It is rather unfair."

Harry downed a large gulp of honey wine, as if to quench the fire of anger inside him.

"What enraged me most was that he succeeded!"

"On our very wedding night, he actually bedded my beloved girl!"

"Damn him! I had courted that girl for three whole months without even holding her hand once! Yet he took my woman in my own marital bed!"

'Gulp gulp gulp.'

Harry chugged the wine frantically, spilling some from the corners of his mouth, drenching his thick red beard.

"I'll never forget that scene! That scumbag ruined my life!"

"I can never trust women again. I'll never find a girl to spend my life with. I'm destined to die alone, wuwuwuwu~~"

Hugging the wine glass, he wailed loudly, his hoarse cries much like a cat in heat.

The restaurant already had few customers, and his wailing drove away even those remaining.

The large hall was left with only the innkeeper and the somewhat flustered Lawson.

Such a bizarre tale was one he had only seen in news back in his past life. He did not expect to encounter the victim face-to-face after transmigrating.

For a moment, he was unsure whether he should comfort the man or laugh out loud.

Luckily Harry was not very drunk. After crying it out, his emotions stabilized.

He fished out a key from the counter drawer and handed it to Lawson.

"Here, take it. The one in the farthest corner on the top floor, furthest from that scumbag. At least you'll catch less of his bad luck."

"Thank you."

Lawson took the key and turned to go upstairs with his luggage.

After walking a few steps, Harry's voice sounded again behind him, "Kid, how did he trick you into coming to Silvermoon?"

Considering Harry was also a sentimental man, Lawson did not conceal the truth either, "I wanted to learn magic. Uncle said he could introduce me to Count Omichia as a disciple..."

He had known from the start things were fishy, just not to this extent.

As expected, upon hearing this, Harry burst into earth-shaking laughter.

Slapping the table, he laughed till tears came out.

"By the Golden God! In the name of the Golden Code! I swear this is the most hilarious joke I've heard this year, no, in my whole life! Hahaha, hahaha!"

Now Lawson found this Harry rather annoying.

After much difficulty waiting for his laughter to subside, he asked, "But Uncle is a high-ranking knight at least..."

Harry wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and laughed. "If it were another high-ranking knight, there might be some chance. But not Shaborei."

"With all the foolish things he's done, he thoroughly infuriated his aunt long ago! I bet you don't know, his aunt once publicly declared she never wanted to see the scumbag again for the rest of her life."

"Aunt?"

"That's right. Count Omichia is Shaborei's aunt. And it's precisely because of the convenient relationship that the brat seduced two of the Count's personal maidservants into his bed, getting one of them pregnant."

"And that's why the Count kicked him out of Silvermoon."

Upon hearing this, Lawson couldn't help but slap his own forehead heavily.

"Ah, I was a poor judge of character!"

So it turned out that his capable behavior in Whitetown was due to having no money. Once he got money, this guy became a licentious good-for-nothing!