Early the next morning, the old priest cooked porridge for them and even added so dicinal herbs to strengthen the body, praying for their safe journey.
Shane stood beside the carriage with two heavy dark circles under his eyes.
Last night, the little angel and little devil in his head had fought all night, neither side winning.
In front of him, Beryl held the Scripture and cast [Healing] magic on each person in turn, making sure none of their previous injuries would leave lasting effects.
When it was Shane's turn, the priest paused for a mont.
"It seems you didn't rest well last night, Shane."
He stared straight at the Scripture and replied faintly, "Yeah. Young people have a lot on their minds."
Beryl chuckled at that and extended the Scripture toward him.
"Then I'll give you this Scripture. I hope you can receive the goddess's blessing from it and be free of worries from now on."
"Huh?"
Shane thought he had misheard.
"You're giving it to ? Why?"
"Because I believe the goddess would want to do so."
He looked at the Scripture in his hands—no, at the bright, unmistakable magic trait on it—and his mood shot from despair to overwhelming joy.
"But this… it's clearly very precious to you…"
Sensing his gratitude and excitent, the priest took out a small wooden box and said with a smile,
"If you feel guilty about taking away an old friend that's been with for decades, then help deliver these manuscripts to the city hall in Gostan City. The people there will know what to do with them."
Deliver sothing? No—docunts?
Shane imdiately took the box. "No problem. Leave it to !"
The priest smiled in satisfaction.
His life's research—everything he had analyzed and written about the Scripture's [Goddess's Barrier]—was inside that box.
Once the city hall received all the manuscripts and the Magic Association verified them, his work could be learned and used by many more people.
Would his na have a chance to be rembered in human history?
He couldn't help but indulge in a small mont of hope.
…
Even after the carriage had traveled far away, they could still see the priest standing there, watching them off.
Shane was in high spirits; hugging the Scripture to his chest, he waved continuously at the figure behind them.
Frieren looked at the shrinking figure in the distance, then at him, and said calmly,
"At the end of their lives, priests have a habit. They pass down the old Scripture they've carried their whole lives to the student they admire most, as a nto."
Thud.
Shane's waving hand accidentally struck his own eye.
"What did you say?"
"I said that Beryl giving you the Scripture ans he admires you."
"Not that. The sentence before that."
"…"
Frieren said nothing more and simply opened her grimoire.
His mind went blank. He slumped down, staring at the Scripture in his arms, all the joy from before gone in an instant.
Beryl was old—very old. He had known that the priest didn't have much ti left. But he had never imagined that it might be today, or tomorrow, that this kind old man would leave the world.
He looked at the wooden box entrusted to him for delivery to Gostan City, and an inexplicable sadness welled up inside him.
A person's decades of life… reduced in the end to a small box.
He turned back and looked once more toward the monastery.
The kind figure standing by the road, watching them off, was no longer visible.
…
The carriage rocked gently along the road.
Beside him, the rchant uncle and his workers were already asleep, leaning against the carriage walls.
Next to him, Frieren's head bobbed slightly, on the verge of falling asleep.
Sitting at the back of the carriage, Shane turned the Scripture over and over in his hands, unsure how to use it.
For equipnt traits, all he had to do was Extract and then assign them.
But what about magic traits?
[Goddess's Barrier]
Type: Magic Barrier
Effect: Provides a powerful protective barrier and conceals everything within it
Status: Not Learned
He scratched his head. What exactly counted as "learned"?
After struggling for a while, he decided to try Extracting it.
With a thought, the magic trait separated from the Scripture like an enchanted attribute, turning into a tiny point of light.
Before he could do anything else, that small light instantly dissolved into magic particles and rged into his body.
In that instant, he felt like the blood in his veins was boiling.
An indescribable surge of pleasure shot straight to his head.
"Whoa… this feeling…"
He couldn't help gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist and tilting his head back, feeling like even his toes were exploding.
Frieren was startled awake by his movent.
She looked at him with sleepy confusion.
?
He forced himself to act normal, doing everything he could to keep from letting out a satisfied sound.
Magic really was incredible.
…
The journey was uneventful, and the carriage arrived smoothly at Gostan City.
It was a grand trading city, situated across a vast river valley plain, facing the Neck Mountains to the north and bordering the White Sand Valley to the south.
It was not only a hub for rchants, but also a strategic military location.
At the city gate—
The crowd was bustling.
Whether entering or leaving, everyone stood in long lines.
Guards were stationed on both sides, questioning each person and inspecting their belongings. Even the goods of rchant caravans had to be opened and checked one by one.
Seeing this, the rchant uncle was surprised and quickly sent one of his workers to inquire.
Before long, the worker returned.
"The gate guards said that a few days ago, an unknown force attacked Gostan City. General Glux also discovered spies inside trying to steal the city's defense plans. So the lord ordered the gates sealed. Now everyone entering or leaving must show identification. Without it, no one is allowed through."
Hearing this, Shane's heart tightened.
"Identification docunts?"
It had been three years since he transmigrated. During that ti, he had either been scavenging in dungeons or studying traits in inns. He had never paid attention to sothing like identification. Was this basically this world's version of an ID card?
He didn't have anything—what was he supposed to do?
Would he be mistaken for a spy and executed? That would be ridiculously unlucky…
As he was thinking, he saw Frieren beside him pick up her suitcase, hop lightly off the carriage, and—without hesitation—turn around to leave.
"Shane, let's go sowhere else."
"??"
He was confused at first, then suddenly realized—
Frieren didn't have identification either!
"Why are you looking at like that?"
"What am I supposed to do about it? Human governing bodies keep changing all the ti. There's no way I can keep up with all those identification papers."
The white-haired elf spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
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