Humans are creatures familiar with their own rhythm; establishing a habit is undoubtedly difficult, but breaking one is equally challenging.
Fulen's three-point-line life between home, the library, and the restaurant had made him somewhat accustomed to it. Since coming to this world, aside from a few outings where he encountered various societal beatings, Fulen mostly spent his time studying in the library, eating at the restaurant, and studying and resting at home.
Therefore, it was a bit difficult for Fulen to completely bid farewell to the library, but people are constantly growing, after all. Always staying in one's comfort zone would lead to stagnation, and there were new things to try, so Fulen calmed down.
Fulen also thought of the most important thing besides digesting the potion: mastering core life-saving skills, running away… No, it should be combat.
As a mage, one should have the dream of being a close-combat mage; otherwise, getting ambushed in close quarters would be very awkward. Of course, a Trickmaster is not a traditional mage; if anything, he should be equivalent to a warlock, able to cast spells with spiritual energy, just with slightly lower damage.
Leaving the Circus, Fulen scratched his head. He decided to find a place to eat. After eating, he thought, 'Hmm, I won't take a nap. Just rest in the park.'
No sooner said than done. After a brief intermission, Fulen arrived at Heink District. This was also a wealthy area, but unlike the Gold Hansdon District where Fulen lived, Heink District was among the best of the wealthy areas, a world apart from the marginal wealthy area Fulen resided in.
Although the decorations in Gold Hansdon District seemed quite good in Fulen's eyes, they paled in comparison to the Kinsorne District where Sohier Circus was located, and were also inferior to Heink District.
The streets of Heink District had a noticeable flow of people, and the shops on both sides included various types of establishments: spice shops, barbershops, restaurants, and department stores. Each shop appeared vibrant, while Gold Hansdon District seemed like a decrepit old person.
It's no wonder. Gold Hansdon District was one of the earlier wealthy areas. Although its facilities still far surpassed those of commoner areas, compared to other wealthy and noble districts that developed later, it was more than just a notch inferior.
However, the residential area of Heink District presented another scene. The city seemed to have a life of its own, subtly transforming commercial areas into residential ones when people weren't paying attention. When you no longer felt the clamor, you had arrived at your destination.
Fulen had this very feeling, arriving at his destination, Golden Plane Tree Street, without even realizing it.
Golden Plane Tree Street, as its name suggests, has many golden plane trees. The leaves of the golden plane tree are different from those of normal plane trees, or rather, different from all trees. Only in the hottest weather of summer are the leaves of the golden plane tree green; at other times, the leaves of the golden plane tree are golden yellow.
People often say that the golden plane tree is a favored object of the Eternal Blazing Sun, which is why it often remains golden. Only when bathed in the grace of the deity does the golden plane tree shed all its adornments. Of course, the Eternal Blazing Sun has never expressed agreement with this view.
At the same time, during the recent wave of microscope observations, some scientists proposed that the golden plane tree's phenomenon was purely due to a special pigment contained within the tree itself. Of course, fervent Eternal Blazing Sun followers also debated this scientist to the end. What the outcome was, Fulen only knew that the argument lasted for several months before dying down.
Walking on Golden Plane Tree Street, stepping on the golden fallen leaves, the rustling sound made one feel refreshed, leading Fulen to exclaim in his heart, "My goodness, you rich people really know how to live."
Arriving at No. 37 Golden Plane Tree Street, this was a villa without a garden, which was quite peculiar. Nowadays, even in the city, villas are expected to have gardens. Gardens can be used not only for planting flowers but also for barbecue parties, which is a very good choice.
Fulen knocked on the Door, and someone opened the Door from inside without making Fulen wait long. Recalling the interval between knocking and Open the Door, Fulen was struck by the fact that it was less than ten seconds. The person who opened the Door from inside was a white-haired man, dressed in half-plate armor, his left hand on the doorknob, his right hand holding a standard knight's sword, his eyes sharp and spirited.
He looked left and right, and finally, looking at Fulen, he said, "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before."
Fulen bowed and replied, "Good day, sir. I am Fulen Freeman. I also do not know you. I am a friend of Kvedo. He said that if one wishes to learn combat techniques, the best option is to seek out Mr. Wilson Karloff at No. 37 Golden Plane Tree Street in Heink District. Are you Mr. Wilson?"
Unexpectedly, this man, who looked very imposing and masculine, denied it: "I am not Mr. Wilson. I am the doorman, Eni Cohen. You can call me Eni. Please come in with me first; I will go consult the master."
The two thus entered the villa. On their way to the reception room, Fulen asked, "Mr. Eni, what kind of person is Mr. Wilson? Will he refuse to teach me combat techniques because of my sudden visit?"
Eni denied it without averting his gaze: "Mr. Wilson is very willing to teach students. Although Mr. Wilson has retired, he has always taught those who enjoy and can persevere in learning combat techniques. There are also people like you who come to find Mr. Wilson through others' recommendations. However, Mr. Wilson's training volume is quite astonishing. Even in the army, Mr. Wilson was known as the 'Demon Instructor.' Additionally, Mr. Wilson dislikes people who give up halfway."
As he spoke, Eni's strides were long, yet he did not get out of breath from talking, appearing very at ease. To Fulen, Eni seemed like a seasoned practitioner, which made Fulen feel more confident about his current journey to learn combat techniques.
Eni arrived at a Door, stopped, and knocked three times crisply. Only after the person inside said, "Come in," did he push the Door Open.
To Fulen's surprise, the voice was somewhat hoarse, as if the throat had been injured, but judging by the sound, it did not seem to belong to an old and frail person. On the contrary, the timbre of the voice was like that of a young man in his thirties or forties.
Upon Open the Door, it was clear that this retired instructor named Wilson was indeed not an old man; in fact, his face looked only twenty or thirty years old, and his expression carried a strange, unsettling smile. Although the smile wasn't terrifying, it still gave one a chilling sensation.
After Wilson glanced at Fulen twice, he waved his hand, and Eni bowed and left.