Repairing the books was clearly a little harder than Mu En had imagined.
He could still salvage damaged pages to some extent. Missing text was manageable too, but restoring it required a great deal of knowledge, experience, and reference material.
Of course, that was still within acceptable limits.
However... Pince might have misunderstood something.
For instance... she might have mistaken him for Dr. Stephen Strange.
When entire pages were missing, he did not have the Eye of Agamotto to turn back time and restore them.
Those were truly beyond his ability.
Fortunately, though repairing books was somewhat tedious, it at least gave him something to do. Overall, his days had been fairly fulfilling.
Friday, fifth floor. A breeze carried sunlight in through the window, while two sparrows frolicked on the sill.
In the spacious office, the bright candlestick burned without pause, and pale smoke with a calming effect drifted slowly through the air.
On the gramophone, a vinyl record spun continuously as a gentle piano melody flowed from its gilded brass horn.
Mu En reclined on the sofa, holding a book that needed repairing.
It was a book about painting, with many passages of missing text.
Before him, Mage Hand controlled four other books and manuscripts on painting, flipping through them continuously.
He was drawing knowledge about painting from them so he could restore the book in his hands according to its internal logic.
That was how ancient texts were restored. Beyond all manner of technical skill, a restorer also needed a vast reserve of knowledge.
Normally, he would not have chosen this way of reading. His information-processing ability was certainly sufficient, and his memory could retain the contents.
But when it came to understanding knowledge, this method was undeniably like swallowing dates whole.
Still, if it was used here...