After finishing the late lunch with regret, Fulen did not taste the inferiority of Trier coffee, as he did not have the habit of drinking coffee or the aesthetic appreciation for it.
After leaving the affordable restaurant, Fulen dared not compare it to yesterday's Desi Bay Style Restaurant'; the prices, flavors, ambiance, and experience were completely different.
However, Fulen was not demanding, as the prices were on two entirely different scales. And delicious food required patience; even if Fulen had enough wealth to splurge, he would not do so, for it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to return from extravagance to frugality.
Fulen returned to the Trier National Library. Although the library was not completely packed, it was not empty either. As expected, Fulen saw that the seats on the second floor were almost full. Fulen did not go upstairs, intending to experience a familiar feeling, sitting down to read in any corner of the library.
Fulen took out "A Concise History of Ancient and Modern Philosophy", feeling the weight of the large volume. Then, Fulen slowly walked along the rows of orderly bookshelves, watching people, either alone or in pairs, borrowing and returning books among the shelves. Fulen was also influenced by the quiet atmosphere of the library, and his heart gradually calmed down.
The library space was vast, and even with books filling the first floor, Fulen could still find a corner to sit. A few scattered old readers, who frequently read and couldn't find seats, were already comfortably sitting on the floor, reading their favorite books.
Fulen didn't search for long. He soon sat in an unoccupied corner, leaning against the clean white wall, with his legs together and slightly bent, assuming a comfortable posture before he began to read. Not long after, Fulen slapped his forehead, took out his notebook, and started jotting down various things.
Time quickly passed. Fulen checked the time and found it was almost 6 o'clock. The library staff began to light the candles, and the sunlight outside the window changed from white to the orange-red of dusk. Fulen felt a slight ache in his back, but nothing abnormal, as this was a common experience for readers immersed in books at the library.
After stretching, Fulen heard crisp sounds throughout his body. After two or three stretches, Fulen yawned lazily, then held the large volume in both hands, approaching the bookshelf slowly with a feeling of renewed vitality and a slight post-awakening tipsiness.
As Fulen approached the bookshelf, he suddenly saw a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a black dress, slender and curvaceous, with an expression of seemingly unresolvable sorrow on her face. A ring was on her left pinky finger, but it was clear that the ring had been moved from her ring finger to her pinky.
Fulen was not a young man with peculiar habits, but seeing this beautiful and moving young woman with such a heartbroken expression, he couldn't help but feel pain. As he stared at the ring on her finger, he suddenly felt how fair her hands were, and the faint specks of blood on her pristine hands were truly heartbreaking.
Fulen had experienced such a feeling once before. He felt a little troubled and feared that this young woman might be a Demoness. If this Demoness targeted him, Fulen was certain he would die.
However, Fulen did not quicken his pace. Instead, he maintained a normal speed, glancing at her admiringly two or three times, then put down the large volume. As he turned back, he took one more look at the young woman, and then, satisfied, quietly departed, admiring her beautiful back.
After completely leaving the library, Fulen took a deep breath, wondering if he should take action against this Demoness. However, Fulen thought about it and realized he had no connections he could use.
The Abraham Family members in Trier had just suffered a heavy blow. If this Demoness was stronger than Sequence 7, it was very likely that even Amadi, whom Fulen called for, would die on the spot. As for reporting to the Church, Fulen was very sure that before eliminating this Demoness, he would likely be honorably turned into a Sealed Artifact researcher. As for other family members, they might also be exposed because of him and all be ruined.
Not to mention, he had only seen the Demoness once and knew nothing of her name or address.
After letting out a sigh, Fulen stopped thinking about these troublesome matters and slowly walked towards Gold Hansdon District along the path he had already taken two or three times.
Fulen watched the clouds in the sky gradually turn red, then white, and the sky slowly shifted from bright to dim. Unlike his original world, Fulen saw a strange red moon gradually rising from the other side of the sky.
Staring at the red moon, Fulen's mind wandered. How did the researchers in this world arrive at optical theorems and deduce that the red moon's light came from the reflection of sunlight? Many seemingly ordinary things in this world were different. So, what was physics, which is based on experiments, like in this world? Would it be completely different?
Fulen couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. As he entered Gold Hansdon District, Fulen thought that he needed to find a servant to clean. Feeling that it was already evening, Fulen decided to try his luck and visit the Gold Hanston District Life Improvement Company.
To Fulen's surprise, the company was still Open the Door. Although only the first floor of the building where the company was located was lit, Fulen had never expected that at the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, companies were already hiring night shift employees—or rather, employees were working overtime.
Fulen looked at the Open the Door of the company, hesitated for a moment, then immediately overcame his laziness, and then went inside, preparing to find a suitable servant for laundry and cleaning.
The company's decor was not luxurious, but it was very clean. White floor tiles covered the hall, and the candlelight illuminated the hall. There were no elaborate lamps holding candles; the candles were simply placed on simple candlesticks. Tables, sofas, and chairs were all present, not luxurious, but very comfortable to look at.
As Fulen observed the company's environment, he noticed that only two or three people were sitting behind the workstations, either chatting or working. Upon seeing Fulen, the staff seemed a little surprised, but still stood up with a pleasant smile, looking at the newly arrived customer.
Fulen did not hesitate much and walked towards that workstation.