Chapter 10: The power of knowledge brings peace of mind

Chapter 10: The power of knowledge brings peace of mind

After thanking Kavi and Elhaisen and seeing them off, Haroldt exhausted all his strength and collapsed on the soft sofa.

The exhaustion from days of studying and dealing with the Gilded Brigade and the Thirty-Man Regiment all burst out at this moment. Thinking of his next plan, he instantly felt sleepy.

Harold closed his eyes peacefully and let himself fall into sleep.

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When Harold opened his eyes again, everything around him was dark.

Is it evening already?

Harold rubbed his body and stood up, but the moment he stood up he felt a flash of white light in his head and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he held on to the sofa in the dark and avoided a tragedy.

Harold leaned on the sofa and took a few deep breaths, finally recovering from the dizziness.

Okay, okay, it turns out that staying up late is bad for your health.

It's only been a few days, have you forgotten how you died in your previous life?

Harold despised himself in his heart, but he knew in his heart that he was a coward. He would only reflect on himself now when he felt uncomfortable. After today, he would have to endure what he had to endure.

Now that he was awake, Haroldt had no intention of lying down again. He turned on the light, washed his face with cold water, and rinsed his mouth with the leftover herbal tea from lunch. After doing all this, the sore feeling in his head disappeared a lot.

Harold was planning to go to the port of Omos right now. Before leaving, he picked up the blood-stained "The Complete Works of Xumi Ancient Characters" and put it in his arms as a self-defense weapon.

It's dirty anyway, so you might as well keep using it.

The port of Ormos is still bustling at night. Lanterns of all sizes are hung from the port to the city, making the entire port of Ormos as brightly lit as day.

The prosperous scene here was no less than the ancient street night market he had walked through in his previous life. Harold walked around and looked around. An afternoon of sleep and the aroma of various foods in Port Omos awakened his appetite. He hadn't eaten for a whole day, and staying up late not only brought him insomnia, but also took away his appetite.

He completely viewed eating as a task that had to be completed. Eating did not bring him any happiness. In the past two days, when he felt hungry, he just bought some easy-to-chew foods such as mushroom and meat porridge and rice soaked in tea and ate them whole. Occasionally, he ate some milk, fruit and other foods without oil and seasoning. Even so, he still felt nauseous when eating. He completely forced himself to eat those things.

It was the same in his previous life. He had thought more than once that it would be great if humans didn't need to sleep or eat. Then he would be able to do more things every day and his efficiency would not be reduced by any side effects.

He didn't need to eat or sleep, and could only dream about it in his previous life, but on the continent of Teyvat, he might really be able to turn his dream into reality.

Harold spent one thousand Moras to buy a burrito from the merchant. This was a common food eaten by the Sumerians. The boatmen and porters in the port of Omos were particularly fond of this delicacy. It was very cheap, at one thousand Moras per portion, and contained a generous amount of meat and cheese, which could serve as a staple food for an adult male.

The taste of cheese and barbecue made Harold's eyes light up. Sugar is very expensive in Xumi, so cheese and pepper are the most consumed condiments by the people of Xumi. Harold liked pancakes with cheese and spicy strips in his previous life, and the burrito he ate now tasted good and could be compared with it.

Harold's appetite, which came too late, made him eat so voraciously that he felt both hungry and full after finishing his meal.

Harold ignored the slight discomfort in his stomach and began to consciously buy some rare and expensive things from the merchants.

If he wanted to find Dolly, he could only use money to pave the way. The best way was to buy things and then ask merchants about Dolly's whereabouts. He knew that merchants generally had their own intelligence networks and contact information. As long as he bought enough and spent generously, he would become a popular "fat sheep" in this area. At that time, it might not be him who went to find Dolly, but Dolly might take the initiative to send someone to contact him.

In the game, the Traveler and Paimon found Dolly so quickly thanks to the contact information and codes provided by Elhaisen, but in reality, Dolly doesn't need to be so cautious now. As long as what she buys is not contraband, there is no need for informants and codes.

But Harold's current situation is much worse than that of the traveler. First, he is poor;

It's really poor.

He went out today and took out all his savings. After deducting the expenses of the past few days, he still had a total of 4.91 million Mora left, which was not even as much as the money that Elhaisen threw to the travelers and food reserves in the main storyline.

Harold felt sad again when he thought of his own poverty. If throwing a tantrum was effective, he really wanted to hug Elhaisen's legs and shout, "Rich woman, I'm hungry! Rich woman, food!"

Who would work hard when they can live off someone?

After Harold asked the second merchant, bought the goods from him, and hinted to him that he wanted to buy something special, Harold got information about Dolly.

The total cost was less than one million Mora.

Harold was surprised by the sudden good luck. How could I have such a lucky day? If he had such good luck in his previous life, his brother Hai would have reached the full life long ago. Would he have to wait a year for the next pool?

Perhaps with the blessing of senior Kavi, the two of them, when put together, can make a positive difference, Harold thought.

I should find more opportunities to interact with Senior Kavi in ​​the future. Maybe they both can turn their lives around from now on.

Harold smiled at his own unrealistic thoughts and slowly walked to the location provided by the merchant, a small shop located high above the port of Ormos.

...no one?

Haroldt’s first reaction: I won’t be cheated, right?

That's not okay.

Harold felt the weight of "The Complete Collection of Xumi Ancient Characters" in his arms. He would definitely use this book to beat up those who tried to cheat him out of their money and let them feel the power of knowledge.

With this thought in mind, Harold walked into the makeshift shop and reached out to touch the empty teacups and long stools on the table. They were still warm, and there was no dust on the shelves.

All signs indicate that there were people here not long ago.

It seems that the businessman did not lie.

Today his books and his knowledge are temporarily useless.

Haroldt glanced at the wine barrels, wooden boxes, and potted plants randomly placed around the building and called out softly:

"Respected Sang Mahabhai sir, are you nearby? Harold, a freshman from the Amirita College of the Order, wants to discuss a business with you."

I said it three times in a row, but got no response.

Did she leave by chance? Or did she not trust him and therefore did not want to meet him?

Harold reluctantly took out "The Complete Collection of Xumi Ancient Characters" from his pocket.

There is no other way, let’s implement plan B.

He wouldn't want to do that if he could...

But if he doesn't do that, his visit today would be in vain.

More importantly, his money might have been wasted.

Absolutely not! He must avoid this!

Dolly, don't blame me, you forced me to do all this!

Harold took a deep breath, held up the "Sumeru Ancient Characters", lowered his voice and said slowly: "Master Sang Mahabayi, if you can see this book, you should know that I am the unlucky guy who was dragged to the gate of the Church of the Thirty for hiring the Gilded Brigade. The Church of the Thirty and the Gilded Brigade can't give me what I want. I have no choice but to seek help from the famous Master Sang Mahabayi. If you are nearby, can you please come out and talk to me? I promise that this is a business that can make you a lot of money."

What a shame.

Although he knew that there was most likely no third person around, Harold still felt socially dead.

This is also the reason why he doesn't want to activate plan B unless it is absolutely necessary.

But thinking about the one million Mora that had already been spent, Harold gritted his teeth and did it.

They are all poor.

"Hey, so you are the 'Amirita God of War'? You look quite smart, completely different from what I imagined," a female voice came from behind the shop.

Harold: “Ah?”

What is this? What is the god of war Amirita?

I just slept for an afternoon, right? Why do I feel like I'm no longer in the same era as you guys?

"The scholar who fought off twenty members of the Gilded Brigade while holding a book in his hand, and was caught by the Thirty-Man Group and paraded in front of the Church Hall because he went too far, isn't he talking about you, the new generation of war god of Amyrido Academy?" A pink-haired little loli sat on a creature that looked like a slime, and a round creature with the same pink hue carried her and bounced to Haroldt.

What a cute little loli!

Harold admitted that he was touched by the cuteness.

Dolly: "I thought the legendary God of War Harold would be a middle-aged man with a face full of flesh and vulgarity. He must be a temporary worker hired by Amyrido Academy. How could a scholar do such a undignified thing..."

Harold: ...

What a cute little girl! She will cry for a long time if you hit her with a book.

Dolly shook her head and spread her hands: "...So you can't believe rumors easily. The famous Harold in Ami is a weak academic no matter how you look at him. He knows the rules and respects people. He is polite and well-educated, which also satisfies me. As for throwing books at people...most of them are fabricated by scholars. I know the atmosphere of the House of Lords. There are so many twists and turns. It's just a little bit short of catching up with the number of Mora."

Harold: Haha.

I'm sorry, I'm just a weak academic who likes to throw books at people.

What's wrong with throwing books at people?

Now that brick, uh...that book is still in my arms.

American five-star general MacArthur once said: It’s not that we can’t afford a hammer, but that books are more cost-effective.

"Hey, I was just joking just now. You didn't really believe it, did you? No matter who you are, I do smell the scent of Mora on you. Since you want to ask me for help and bring a lot of shiny, round Mora, then you are my valued customer. Sang Mahabayi welcomes you!" Dolly smiled and clapped her hands. The rings on her chubby little fingers sparkled with the luster of precious metals and gems.

Harold nodded: "Okay, let's get to the point."

If we continue talking, I'm going to throw the book at you.

Harold felt that ever since he developed the second use of "The Complete Collection of Xumi Ancient Characters" and carried it with him, he would always think of using books to solve problems.

That won't do. He's not such a violent person. He's a handsome and elegant man.