As Windsor exited the tavern, Sean departed the Holy Light Church."Lord Sean, shall we return to your quarters?" John asked."No. Hire a carriage—I'm visiting the Magic Guild." Sean checked the sun's position—9:30 a.m.John hesitated but obeyed. Sean felt urgency after his talk with Bishop Benjamin. The stronger like Lucas and Benjamin could crush him easily. To survive the brewing conflict between crown and church, he needed rapid growth.…Minutes later, they arrived at the Magic Guild in the noble district. Unlike the Holy Light Church's commomer - centric design, the guild's imposing staircase screamed exclusivity. A stooped, bearded man in robes greeted Sean."Lord Sean! I am Luke Green, guildmaster. Our detection spells sensed ducal blood nearby.""I seek books on geography and culture."Luke nodded. "Those are freely accessible. Enjoy your stay." He turned to leave."Wait!" Sean stopped him. "How can I identify magically gifted children in my fief?"Luke conjured a glowing tome: Basic Magic Primer. "Any child mastering this within seven days has talent. Higher studies are available at Yorn Magic Academy.""Thank you." Sean pocketed the book—intended for his own cultivation, not his subjects.…Entering the library, Sean marveled at parchment and animal-skin scrolls. No paper in this world! He grinned—paper-making could fund his fief. But first: knowledge.