Skipping the restaurant experience where Fulen was almost mistaken for a dine-and-dasher, Fulen walked out of the restaurant with a slightly unsettled stomach and an empty wallet, heading towards the Trier National Library, his originally intended destination.
By then, it was already past 11 o'clock, leaving Fulen not much time, because a very important event was about to happen, and whether it would be good or bad was unknown; Fulen could only leave it to fate.
The family gathering was hosted by LeFu Crow, the Abraham Family's representative for the Trier region. The location was in Hodgson District, an aristocratic area where the Crow Family resided. Of course, the gathering was not held at the Crow Family's main residence, but at Melanie Villa, a large residence Lei Fu had secretly acquired after handling multiple procedures.
The family gathering was scheduled for around 6 PM. Originally, Fulen could have stayed at the library until 4 PM, but his greed for good food meant he ultimately had to rely on his own legs to get there. This meant Fulen had to depart for the family gathering's residence by 3 PM.
Fortunately, Fulen had memorized the route from the Trier National Library to the family gathering's residence in advance, and the direct route was shorter than the one a carriage would take. This was also thanks to Trier's underdeveloped transportation system, carriages had to take too many detours to reach their destination, while pedestrians could choose to walk through narrow gaps barely wide enough for one person.
Fulen's reading this time was still on the second floor, but what was different was that he had a notebook with him, where he could Record the knowledge he learned. For Fulen, this method of learning was both efficient and easy to recall.
The study of philosophy requires thought, and thus, time flew by rapidly during the process of studying philosophy. When Fulen had been immersed in his studies for a long time and was reminded by his stiff body that it was time to check the clock, Fulen realized it was already a little past three o'clock.
Fulen's face stiffened involuntarily. After rubbing his stiff body and realizing no one was around, Fulen couldn't help but stand up and stretch, forcing himself to let out a silent yawn.
Looking at the nearly ten pages of dense and sparse notes in his notebook, Fulen did not immediately rush to Hodgson District. Instead, he sat back down, reviewing his notes and recalling the knowledge he had learned that day. By the time Fulen finished a quick review, it was already around half past three.
Fulen couldn't help but mock himself, saying it was time to show off his real skills. Then, he very honestly put away his notebook and carefully returned the books to the shelf. Fulen always believed that respecting books was respecting himself, especially when those books came from a public library.
When Fulen stood downstairs, he unhurriedly started warming up in the plaza in front of the library. After all, he had to bear the consequences of his own misdeeds, and Fulen's way of getting to the family gathering was by jogging. Fulen believed he was quite familiar with jogging.
Fortunately, the clothes Fulen was wearing were not extravagant formal wear or suits, but rather something between a suit and coarse cloth, not overly simple, but still allowing Fulen to move his legs for exercise.
Fulen performing these strange exercises in the plaza in front of this temple of knowledge was not without onlookers. On the contrary, some people would intentionally stop to watch Fulen perform these strange movements as if it were a circus act. Of course, most people would just glance and then either leave in a hurry or clap like they were watching a monkey show before departing.
Although Fulen felt a bit embarrassed, he did not give up on these warm-up exercises. After all, Fulen had done some jogging and understood some of the knowledge behind it.
Soon, Fulen quickly embarked on his journey. Fortunately, Fulen's route planning was very reasonable, and the map Fulen found was the latest and most complete, clearly marking even small gaps and paths. Of course, Fulen would definitely take some detours, as it's impossible for a person to make precise judgments at every intersection of such a long street.
The Apprentice potion definitely contains some Beyonder abilities that enhance memory. Fulen can vouch for that. After all, Fulen had never before accomplished the feat of memorizing a departure route, and this was not something that could be done so easily. Fulen only spent half an hour memorizing it.
Even now, Fulen could recall a route from that map in his mind, and he could clearly remember the length of each corresponding line, and the features of each turn seemed to be marked in Fulen's mind.
Soon, Fulen entered the first turn, using this initial distance as a reference. As if it were an ability brought by a Beyonder power, Fulen experienced an improvement in his memory while jogging. This was unimaginable for the original Fulen; it was as if a memory space had been directly lit up in Fulen's mind, and some scenes were directly replayed there.
It wasn't until he reached Hodgson District that Fulen "woke up" from the process of recalling the map. Only then did he realize his body was covered in sweat, and he was panting like an ox. Wiping his sweaty forehead with his equally sweaty sleeve, Fulen felt as if he was completely drenched.
When Fulen took out his pocket watch, he felt its surface was warm with sweat. Seeing that the time was around 5 o'clock, not quite 5:30, Fulen breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to ask a passerby nearby if there was a park in Hodgson District where he could cool down.
However, unfortunately, Fulen did not encounter any passersby and could only recall the map in his memory. But Fulen, who had just been proud of his memory, then realized that he did not have the specific details of Hodgson District in his mind.
Fulen couldn't help but feel very awkward, but then he thought that while the "Apprentice" increased his memory and physical fitness, and even gave him the ability to Open the Door, what did it matter if his memory was far inferior to a Savant or a Reader? Fulen absolutely refused to admit he was a little sour about it.
No matter what thoughts swirled in Fulen's mind, his current situation was that he could only drag his feet, step by step, towards Melanie Villa on Pengsi Street in Hodgson District, this was the specific name of the villa for the family gathering.
As he slowly dragged his feet forward, Fulen finally felt that every muscle in his body was so sore. Although the wind blowing on his sweat made him feel cool, it couldn't make him comfortable, because the feeling of cold, sweaty clothes sticking to his body was so unpleasant.
"If I buy food without looking at the price again, I'm a dog," Fulen cursed himself in his heart.
And so, Fulen walked towards Melanie Villa, where he had a premonition that his future might be slightly affected.