Chapter 55
Author: Ye Above Story
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Caster woke up earlier than expected to the lively sounds of Winterfell, a city bustling with activity far beyond what he was used to in Carwen.

Despite feeling groggy from the long train journey, he managed to get up and leave his room, carrying all his belongings in his spatial bag.

Breakfast at the inn was simple and plain, lacking the usual seasoning found in meals common to the locals.

Noticing the small demon man already up and about, Caster decided to avoid him, recalling his short temper from their previous encounter.

Eager to explore beyond the inn and the adventurer's guild, Caster set out to find a general store that specialized in items for scribes.

His aim was to buy paper or blank scrolls, preferably made from monster skin, which he thought might be easier to write on compared to rougher materials.

As he navigated the bustling city streets, Caster reflected on his nearly six years in this world, half of which had been spent adventuring.

He valued the diversity among
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