Fulen pondered whether there were any valuable items in his home while sitting on the soft sofa. He concluded that, apart from the land deeds, money, and stocks hidden in a secret compartment in his bedroom, he had no other valuable items to worry about. Of course, the Beyonder materials in the basement also needed attention, but his precondition was that the cleaning maids were not allowed to go to the basement.
Having no other concerns, Fulen took out his pocket watch and checked the time, finding it was around nine o'clock. For people of this era, nine o'clock was very late; even the most diligent workers would go to bed before ten, with the exception of special professions like night-shift police and security guards.
However, Fulen had long developed the "good habit" of going to bed at eleven o'clock. For people of this era, he was a complete night owl. So, Fulen took out a book on mysticism and prepared to expand his knowledge.
But the moment Fulen saw the book, he realized how truly naive he was. It seemed he needed to broaden his knowledge, because Fulen found he couldn't understand it, that's right, he genuinely couldn't understand the script of this book.
Scratching his head in annoyance, Fulen knew his study plan needed revision. Fulen currently only mastered three languages: Intis Language, Hermes Language, and ancient hermes.
However, the language of this Beyonder book was ancient Feysac, and the book was written in the fourth epoch. At that time, the common language of humanity was not ancient hermes, but the ancient Feysac of the Solomon Empire and the dutan language of the Balam Empire.
Fulen understood that he needed to learn new languages, and the time until he could digest the potion would be extended. So he casually picked up a new mysticism book, flipped through it for about an hour, then extinguished the candle and fell into a deep sleep.
The night passed uneventfully. When Fulen woke up the next day, he found it was only around nine o'clock. Remembering his appointment was at one o'clock, Fulen unenthusiastically got out of bed and then leisurely re-examined the details of the house that he hadn't scrutinized the day before.
After shaking off his sleep completely, Fulen left his home. After admiring the Gold Hansdon District, a high-end wealthy area in Trier, which is said to be the most beautiful city in the world, Fulen arrived at the 'Gold Hanston District Life Improvement Company' almost exactly on time. Of course, Fulen's daily life details are omitted here.
Under the most dazzling midday sun, Fulen experienced another side of Trier, the 'City of Sunshine'—it was truly hot. It is said that Backlund's perpetually dim weather comes from the influence of a deity, then Trier's scorching sun must also come from a true god.
Whenever it's a scorching midday sun, regardless of the season or weather, from twelve noon to about one in the afternoon, even if it's pouring rain and strong winds are blowing, the sunlight will still penetrate the thick clouds. This peculiar phenomenon has attracted a large number of meteorologists, but in the end, it can only be attributed to the Creator's miracle and the grace of the Eternal Blazing Sun.
Fulen felt the power of a divine being and, for a moment, longed for it. However, even the grandest vision must embark on a journey of realization, and now he had to worry about such trivial daily matters, which instantly made Fulen feel incredibly exhausted.
So, Fulen thought maliciously to himself: Do these deities also take care of their daily lives when they are in the low Sequence, or are they attended to by servants? However, once they reach the angel level, they completely break free from human constraints and become subordinate gods, or even true deities.
I'm not going to be human anymore, Fulen instantly recalled that classic line and the charming thumbs-up. It's etched into my DNA, Fulen muttered to himself. Then Fulen sighed inwardly, I want to stop being human too.
The 'Gold Hanston District Life Improvement Company' at noon, or during working hours, was very vibrant. Even though it was the break time for some office workers or laborers, the flow of people in front of the company was certainly not small, even if it wasn't bustling with traffic.
Fulen arrived at the company punctually at 11:55, right on time.
There were many people conducting business in the pristine white lobby, but not all staff members had matters to attend to. One or two beautiful, fashionably dressed receptionists standing in the lobby immediately greeted the new customer.
"Hello, may I ask what you are here for?" a receptionist asked as Fulen stepped through the door, before he could even carefully observe if the lobby looked any different during working hours.
The receptionists' well-dressed clothes bore work badges with names like "Zoe Adel." It seemed only specialized reception staff in this company had such badges; the Record personnel from yesterday did not.
"Hello, I scheduled interviews for three cleaning maids last night. Is now a good time?" Fulen replied.
Miss Zoe did not answer immediately. Instead, she led Fulen to an independent workstation, like a directional sign, and inquired if there was an appointment for this gentleman.
After inquiring, Miss Zoe asked Fulen, "Are you Mr. Fulen?" Upon receiving an affirmative answer, she said, "Then, please follow me."
Fulen followed Miss Zoe's guidance and went up to the third floor of the company. Clearly, this company had the prototype of a modern company. It was simple, clean, and efficient, unlike the opulent coffee shops and clubs in Trier. Aside from its impersonal nature, Fulen quite liked its swift approach.
Evidently, this company would not adopt a very luxurious approach to allow Fulen to interview and select maids one by one. In a room of equally simple and efficient style, several longer sofas surrounded an empty main sofa.
And on those sofas sat the three cleaning maids Fulen was to interview today. In fact, it was more accurate to call them workers than maids, because these maids were merely employed workers, but people nowadays preferred to call these cleaning workers servants.
Fulen did not say much, but spoke with great speed: "My requirements are not many. I need a maid I can trust to clean my house and wash my clothes and other items. However, I will observe secretly at irregular intervals, as I am often away. So, who among you is willing to become my cleaning maid?"
To Fulen's surprise, all three maids raised their hands; even the maid who worked until five o'clock raised her hand, in addition to the one who worked until twelve. Of course, it was also possible that Fulen's questioning of their character compelled them to raise their hands.