To be honest, Amos had never encountered such a studious student before.
"Respected Mentor, may I borrow your notebook?"
"My notebook?"
"Yes, isn't it said that we need to comprehend things?"
"But I also said that understanding is a personal journey, much of which cannot even be put into words."
"That's okay. I always manage to glean some clues from your notebooks. Of course, it might be useless too, but what's the harm in trying?"
Amos hesitated for a moment but eventually turned around, pulled out one of his old notebooks from his student days off the bookshelf, and handed it to Angel.
"Do you think his notebook will be useful?" a devilish voice softly whispered in his ear, "You already have your brother's notebook. Could his possibly be better than your brother's?"
