Apparently, Fulen had no intention of going to the Gold Hanston District Life Improvement Company for employment at that moment, so he said to the coachman, "Thank you, I don't need that right now. I'll go to the Trier National Library first. So, what are the operating hours of this company?"
The coachman recalled, "Actually, I haven't been inside that company myself, but many customers, when they first arrive in Gold Hansdon District, ask about that place first, so I'm very familiar with it. From my observations, most customers manage to get what they want done between around 9 AM and 6 PM. So, I deduce that the company is probably open during those hours."
Fulen nodded in agreement, acknowledging the coachman's deduction, but he was somewhat surprised by the coachman's demeanor, insight, and words. After all, it was rare for a coachman to observe so meticulously and even make conjectures, so Fulen asked with a hint of doubt, "From your manner of speaking, you don't seem like an ordinary coachman. So why are you still working as one?"
The seemingly educated coachman chuckled honestly upon hearing this, "Actually, I'm not very learned. When I worked as an employee, I often drove carriages to the noble districts and rich areas. Although at first I didn't earn much and often received ridicule, as I became more proficient in my work, I often received help from kind-hearted people. Now, I have my own carriage and can also read at the Trier National Library."
"Praise the great God of Steam, your light illuminates my ignorant heart," the coachman, feeling a bit moved, couldn't help but praise the deity he believed in. Due to his work, he didn't draw a triangle on his chest. Then he couldn't help but explain, "Please don't mind me, I am a follower of the God of Steam. It was the night school run by his followers that taught me to read when I was young, thus changing the course of my life. I hope I haven't offended you. May I ask which deity you believe in?"
"I'm glad your destiny changed through reading. I'm very happy to hear about your experience, which feels like a new world to me. I am also a follower of Steam, and I hope your future will continue to improve." Fulen couldn't help but say to the coachman after hearing his story. At the same time, as if to match the coachman's unmade gesture, Fulen drew a triangle on his chest.
After a long silence, upon arriving at the Trier National Library, Fulen gave the coachman extra tip and told him, "There's nothing more I can bless you with. I can only do my humble part and give you some tip. I sincerely hope your future gets better and better."
The coachman nodded happily, as if he felt Fulen's goodwill, and thanked him, "Thank you, kind sir. I sincerely hope you also do well. Praise Steam." At this moment, the coachman, having some free time, couldn't help but draw a triangle on his chest.
After Fulen, as if in response, drew a triangle, the coachman, satisfied, cracked his whip and drove his carriage away from the street where the Trier National Library was located.
Fulen came back to his senses and recalled what had just happened. Thinking back to how he seemed to have been led to draw the triangle, he couldn't help but shiver at the fervent religious beliefs of the people in this world, and this was just a normal believer, not a devout one or an ascetic.
Thinking of this, Fulen, who had been a staunch atheist in his previous life, couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. After all, when the surrounding environment is out of sync with you, it will certainly spark your curiosity, but at the same time, the overwhelming loneliness can also be suffocating.
With a somewhat complex mood, Fulen deeply felt the profound helplessness of being a traveler. However, hesitation did not make Fulen linger for too long. Fulen quickly composed himself and began to prepare to do what he wanted to do.
Fulen looked at the pristine Trier National Library behind him and did not enter immediately. Instead, he checked the time; it was a little past 9 AM, nearing 10 AM.
Rubbing his empty stomach, Fulen couldn't help but feel a desire to explore the area around the Trier National Library. After all, "what one learns from books is superficial; one must practice to truly understand." And it certainly wasn't aversion to studying.
Thinking of this, Fulen couldn't help but glance around and realized that the Trier National Library was out of place with its surroundings. It wasn't that its tall floors or white walls seemed abrupt; more importantly, there were no buildings around the library. Although the library only had one Door, the other three directions were desolate.
Fulen circled the library curiously before realizing that there was a circular plaza around the library. The buildings surrounding the library were scattered radially, and the outermost buildings in the surrounding circle were, without exception, shops selling various goods, including, of course, food stalls.
Fulen then circled the library again, looking at the enticing names of the food places around him: "Mrs. Carter's Bakery," "Uncle Ayan's Meat Shop," "Desi Bay Style Restaurant," "Fenebote Pancake House," "Backlund Flavor Shop"...
These novel restaurants, which Fulen had never experienced, made him incredibly curious. Swallowing the saliva still in his throat, Fulen chose the 'Desi Bay Style Restaurant,' which left the deepest impression on him. After all, dixi pie was a food that Klein highly praised, and as a pseudo-foodie, Fulen naturally didn't want to miss it.
After entering the 'Desi Bay Style Restaurant,' Fulen realized that the shop was decorated with a strong oceanic theme, the restaurant's interior featured a sky-blue color scheme that could be felt even from outside.
Hearing his stomach call out to him, Fulen stepped into the restaurant. At this time, there were only two or three people in the restaurant. At a time that was neither morning nor noon, it was quite rare for the restaurant to have this many people.
Upon hearing the chime of the doorbell, the restaurant's service staff stopped their chitchat and, with slightly hurried steps, approached Fulen, who had just entered, and said to him, "Hello, what would you like to order, customer?"
Fulen smiled and said to him, "Shouldn't I sit down first and then look at the menu to choose?"
The service staff looked a bit annoyed and said regretfully, "I apologize, please follow me. Because the reputation of our Desi pie is so well-known, many customers just order Desi pie and leave. So I overlooked you, please forgive me."
Then, the service staff busily led Fulen to an empty table.
During this time, Fulen, as if casually, scanned the restaurant and found that it was indeed full of oceanic atmosphere, the restaurant's decor was a comfortable mix of blue and white, and the service staff wore blue vests over white shirts with black pants. From these details that Fulen observed, the shop truly had a strong maritime feel.
Fulen couldn't help but develop a strong interest in the delicious food he was about to taste.