As the rhythmic sound of hooves echoed, Fulen's thoughts turned to the simple yet beautiful envelope in his hand.
Fulen covered his right hand with his spirituality; the faint blue light wasn't dazzling inside the carriage but gave off a mysterious feeling. Fulen reached into his coat, where he kept his dagger, and pulled it out.
"Open the Door" could not open obstacles that were not doors. However, Fulen pressed the mystical paper close to his skin, directly above the clothing where the dagger was hidden. This was the best way Fulen could think of to utilize his two Mystical Items. As for using this mystical paper in combat, Fulen felt it was better to wait until the battle before taking it out.
Fulen wielded the incredibly sharp dagger, instantly breaking the wax seal on the letter. Such sharpness made Fulen nod in approval; it was much more efficient than opening a letter last time.
After using his ability to put the dagger back again, Fulen took the letter out of the envelope, casually placing the envelope on the seat beside him. Fulen then began to read the letter carefully.
As Fulen expected, this letter was not as crucial as the one from the Abraham Family. However, it also brought Fulen some very important information.
"...First, I apologize for my impulsiveness and rashness. After such a long separation, I truly miss my friends from my time under Mr. Roman's guidance. You, Fulen Freeman, are the most worthy friend I met there. Although you were always very quiet, only those who have communicated with you know how knowledgeable you are. Many years have passed, and I am delighted to meet you again.
"...I sincerely hope to reunite with you again in the temple of knowledge. This time, we are no longer ignorant youths, but Scholars dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge. Although I don't know much about your affairs, I understand that you experienced an unbearable tragedy at that time.
"Now, I hope to lead you, as a friend, to the last part of the knowledge you left behind with Mr. Roman, to enter the paradise of knowledge exchange with peers: the Salon. Of course, with the strong promotion by our dear Emperor Rosell, Salons can also be extended to cafes. As you know, I am an admirer of His Excellency, the Steam Child, so I feel that exchanging knowledge in a cafe is the most delightful setting.
"Coincidentally, recently, Mr. Erich and I, the three of us, met at the library last time and will be attending a philosophy Salon at the Scarlet Gold Cafe on Trenk Street. I hope I have the honor of meeting you at 3:00 PM on July 15th on Trenk Street, where I will invite you to this philosophy Salon..."
After quickly reading the letter, Fulen couldn't help but gently tap his head. There was nothing confusing in the letter. Fulen's only concern was that he had no concept of the philosophy of this world.
As for attending, Fulen would definitely go. For Fulen, who hoped to personally experience the new world of mysticism instead of simply following his father's path, this philosophy Salon was an excellent opportunity.
Fulen couldn't believe how perfectly Kvedo had arranged this, helping a friend he hadn't seen in years so precisely. As for philosophical knowledge, this forced Fulen to temporarily change his study plan; he absolutely had to read up on the general theories of philosophy in the next few days.
If he were asked questions at the Salon and knew nothing, Fulen could hardly imagine the embarrassment. At the same time, this would be a severe blow to Fulen, who desperately needed to establish a new social network.
Rubbing his head, Fulen placed the letter on the envelope, casually put the envelope into his coat pocket, and then, not knowing what to do, looked out the window.
It was a sunny day in Trier. The golden decorations on every building, which gleamed even at night, now made the sunlight feel even more dazzling. However, the reflected sunlight was not harsh. This experience felt very mystical to Fulen, and he developed a deep admiration for Intis's golden paint manufacturing process.
Intis truly lived up to its reputation as the country that used the concept of gold most masterfully. Along the way, Fulen developed a strong interest in the artworks that flashed past his window. Unaware of the passage of time, Fulen had already passed the Trier National Library, where he had arrived yesterday.
Finally, Fulen arrived at the Flame-Axe Bar. After paying the coachman, Fulen began to examine the bar that had given his father such a good experience.
In fact, as soon as he got out of the carriage, Fulen smelled a scent of urine, which seemed to be a symbolic smell of poverty in this era. Even for ordinary people who had escaped extreme poverty, toilets and drainage systems were still out of reach. The funds required for urban construction were an astronomical sum that all countries of this era dared not even dream of.
Commoners themselves had no money to improve their lives. In fact, even commoners who currently didn't fear not having food for the next meal couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't fall back into poverty—in fact, even a minor illness or disaster could immediately turn a commoner into a pauper, possibly for life.
As for the government, there was even less to say. Among the various royal families with Beyonder powers, how many would genuinely care about the poor who were completely unrelated to them?
Getting back to the main topic, the Flame-Axe Tavern was not particularly special. It wasn't a very luxurious tavern; in fact, it had no fundamental difference from the surrounding houses, or rather, compared to those residences or shops, it appeared even dirtier, displaying the normal appearance of a commoner's district tavern.
The only commendable thing was that this tavern was made of stone, while some other houses in the commoner's district were still made of wood. This was unimaginable for Fulen, who had not been to the commoner's district since his transmigration, after all, this was the capital of Intis.
The tavern's sign hung slightly tilted above the main door. The words "Flame-Axe" on it appeared very bold, and from the writing, one could feel the uninhibited style of the person who wrote it.
The tavern's door was not the intricate type found in modern bars, but rather a wooden door that seemed to only appear in the "One Piece" manga, one that wouldn't obscure the view inside and wouldn't make a loud noise when opened.
With a hint of curiosity in his eyes, after carefully considering what he should ask next, Fulen pushed open the wooden door and entered this old-era tavern, which, in the eyes of an ordinary modern person like him, carried a mysterious and cruel aura.