Before Fulen could finish his lament, he stopped himself and rubbed against the soft sofa with his body. Then, he said contentedly, "This is life! Studying is heresy."
After waiting quietly for a while, Fulen successfully passed his Sage time, then straightened up and said with an air of having forgotten what had just happened, "I love to study. I can hardly imagine what people would do if they lost the ability to study."
No matter what, for now, studying is still the most important. After all, in his previous life, not studying would at most lead to a beating, or not even a beating, just a scolding. But now, if he didn't study, the ancestor would personally come down and show him the consequences of not studying.
He never expected Bethel, who seemed cold and crazy, to be a more strict 'wolf mother and tiger father' than his parents in his previous life. He was scared, scared. Fulen had already drawn a cross in his heart.
Picking up another mysticism book in the house, Fulen saw "Low-Level Runology" written on the cover. Then, with deep curiosity, Fulen opened the book.
Without saying much, Fulen dramatically picked up the book as if to throw it down, but looking at its ancient cover, Fulen could only admit to himself that he was having a moment and awkwardly put the book down.
This book was compiled by an ancestor of the Abraham Family, but it stated at the beginning that if you are a Sequence 9 "Apprentice," please do not Open the Door, or the consequences will be very serious.
Then Fulen, with curiosity, turned to the next page, which read: "I knew you brats wouldn't be easy to handle. The Apprentice's mediocre spirituality cannot withstand the creation of any runes. Weaklings, do not attempt."
Such striking words made Fulen unable to resist reading on, and he found that the next few pages said: "You asked to be turned, and you turned, asking for a beating." And "Hehe, I just won't let you see it."
This insane ancestor was really bored to this extent when compiling the textbook, and he even publicly dissed the "Apprentice"! Fulen simply couldn't stand it. A man cannot tolerate others telling him he can't do something, unless he truly can't.
However, as Fulen patiently read on, he discovered that although the compiler was very playful, he indeed had some skill, and the textbook he wrote was quite good.
Moreover, an "Apprentice" genuinely cannot create even a single rune. Even if they fully digest the "Apprentice" potion, they can only make one rune a day whose effect is barely better than none, and they also have to guard against whispers in their ears when their spirituality is exhausted.
After all, the "Apprentice" potion primarily enhances the mind, body, and grants the ability to "Open the Door"; there isn't much else to expect.
Before long, Fulen found that it was already past 11 o'clock, so he stopped persisting and went to sleep.
The next day, Fulen followed a good schedule, waking up in the early morning. Thinking that time was precious, Fulen forced himself to struggle out of bed to prepare for a day of study at the Trier National Library.
After Fulen had tidied everything up, he idly decided to rummage through the kitchen. After all, he couldn't eat restaurant food every day; even with enough money, it didn't fit Fulen's habits.
Sadly, even though Fulen turned the kitchen upside down, he still couldn't find any food. However, he did find half a can of tea leaves and a newly opened can of coffee beans. Although Fulen wasn't sure how to make coffee from coffee beans, he did find a porcelain pestle and a small bowl for crushing things.
Fulen used the small bowl to grind the coffee back and forth, then put the ground powder into a cup to brew. Finally, after nearly half an hour of fumbling and fussing, he finally finished. Fulen almost lost his mind over how much time this took.
However, as Fulen watched the hot water in the kettle soak the ground coffee powder, and the successful aroma of coffee filled the air, he regained the pleasure he had felt when he first learned to cook.
Placing a solitary cup of coffee on the dining table, Fulen looked left and right, feeling that something was missing no matter how he looked at it. He thought about going out to buy some bread but was afraid the coffee would get cold. He didn't want to read now. Finally, he remembered that he could go to the mailbox outside to get today's newspaper and then enjoy his coffee while reading it.
After retrieving the newspaper, when Fulen returned to the kitchen, he smelled the room full of coffee aroma. Although Fulen hadn't drunk much coffee, he could still tell, with his limited appreciation, that this can of coffee was not of ordinary quality.
As Fulen leaned back in the wooden chair, holding a freshly printed Trier Daily in his right hand and a fragrant cup of coffee in his left, he felt like a male protagonist in a British drama, a living Sherlock Holmes.
Unfortunately, Fulen might never become the male protagonist in a British drama, because he quickly spat out the coffee he had just drunk. It wasn't because the coffee was scalding hot, but because of its strong bitter taste, and the heat made the bitterness even more intense.
Fortunately, he didn't get the newspaper wet, or Fulen would have had to recognize the blurred lead type on the damp newspaper. After wiping away the messy traces, Fulen looked at the coffee, of which he had only taken a small sip, his face more wrinkled than if he had drunk bitter coffee.
"Pour it out? Not pour it out?" Fulen muttered to himself, but soon he decided to drink the coffee he had personally ground. How could he waste food? What he made himself, he had to finish, including drinks.
So, Fulen could only drink the coffee, which clearly had too many coffee beans, while slowly reading the newspaper. By the time Fulen had completely finished reading the newspaper, he stretched and realized he had been reading for over an hour.
However, before Fulen could arrange to get busy, he told himself that this was his pace of life, and he shouldn't make aimless busy plans like before. He should be busy when he needs to be busy and rest when he needs to rest.
The gentlemen of Trier now, or rather, the gentlemen class of the entire world, had a schedule like Fulen's; in fact, there were many who were even more leisurely than Fulen. After all, compared to the minute-by-minute urgency of later generations, the current world was still quite relaxed.
"I'm no longer a wage earner!" Fulen recognized this fact and couldn't help but give a thumbs up, beaming with joy. Then he still decided to go to the library to read. Life was important; this was the urging of the great ancestor Bethel to the Abrahams.
Fulen walked out of the house, strolling and enjoying the scenery of Trier. By the time he reached the library, one or two hours had already passed. Fulen found a bakery along the way and, after tasting the local cuisine, decided to skip lunch.
Time quickly passed as Fulen read day by day. Fortunately, these days were calm, allowing Fulen to peacefully experience his first tranquil period since his transmigration.