Compared with damp, chilly England, Germany was obviously a much better place to live.
Early that morning, after enjoying the breakfast prepared by the house-elves, Klein picked up a book and brought that piece of wood with him to the newly renovated garden, as usual.
Gellert and Old Zod were already hard at work in the garden. Klein paid them no mind and simply used a tiny knife shimmering with magic to scrape a layer of fine wood dust—so fine it was almost invisible to the naked eye—from the wood. He carefully dropped it into a teacup.
He poured in some warm water, then took a sip.
An enormous surge of life energy immediately filled his body, sweeping away all his fatigue!
This stuff worked a whole lot better than goji berries~
"Life is beautiful."
Klein smiled.
Lying back on a garden lounger, he opened his book and continued studying the piece of wood.
Drinking it steeped in water was just one of the many uses of "wood."
Of course, it was also the most valuable use for now.
What could he do? The soul of someone who had lived through three lifetimes resided in his sixteen-year-old body.
Wellness was ingrained in his bones. He couldn't give it up.
"The entire universe is made up of nine worlds, divided into three levels.
"The upper level consists of Alfheim, the realm of the elves; Asgard, the realm of the gods; and Muspelheim, the realm of fire.
"The middle level consists of Midgard, the realm of humans; Jotunheim, the realm of giants; and Vanaheim, home of the Vanir.
"The lower level consists of Svartalfheim, the realm of the dwarves; Helheim, Hel's realm of the dead; and Niflheim, the world of ice and snow.
"A colossal ash tree runs through and connects these