A Man Who Loves Reading Is Really Handsome

[You have gained 9 skill points, 9 attribute points]

Your total level has reached 30.

This was already the level cap for players in public beta version 1.0, but it was not Chen Lun's level cap.

Because he was not a mystery player.

Now I only lack the extraordinary knowledge to advance to [Sequence 8]... I won't rush into this.

Chen Lun pondered inwardly, then silently chanted in his heart:

Name: Chen Lun

Race: Human (Eastern Continent)

Template: NPC (Countdown to public beta version 1.0: 391 days 02 hours 34 minutes 15 seconds)

Level: 30

Experience: 11000/380

Health: 234/280

Stamina: 112/180

Sanity: 6/8

Main Class: [Sequence 9 Beast Tamer LV10 (MAX)] (Fate Faction)

Subclasses: [Fisherman LV10 (MAX)] [Record-Keeper LV10 (MAX)]

Attributes: Strength 24(2), Dexterity 16, Endurance 9(+2), Intelligence 12, Faith 5

Special Attributes: Charisma 7(+2), Willpower 5, Insight 3, Luck 3

Regional Popularity: 1

Remaining Points: 12 skill points, 14 attribute points

Remaining Assets: 221 Gold Pounds 721 Silver Crowns 4755 Copper Crowns, [Low-Sequence Flesh-Faction Mysterious Substance] * 7

Skills: Quick Hands and Sharp Eyes LV1 (Passive), Sea Legs LV1 (Passive), Beast Speech LVMAX, Animal Mimicry LVMAX, Friend of Animals LVMAX (Passive), Transcription LVMAX

Combat Power: 32

[Evaluation: You are a qualified low-end extraordinary, quite qualified for a low-end one.]

Chapter 43: A Man Who Loves Reading Is Really Handsome

The next morning.

Chen Lun rubbed his sleepy eyes and pushed open his bedroom door.

After experiencing a battle last night, both his body and mind felt somewhat fatigued.

He raised his eyes and saw a beautiful figure mopping the floor in the living room.

"Good morning, Mr. Jack."

Connie stood up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and flashed a brilliant smile at him.

It was clear that her mood was good today.

"Good morning, Connie."

Chen Lun replied and entered the washroom.

After washing up and coming back out, he happened to see Froy opening the front door and returning.

The dog, already washed clean, excitedly wagged its tail as it bolted out from behind Froy and pounced onto Chen Lun's feet.

"Did you go to Mrs. Caroline's place to eat?"

Chen Lun stroked the dog's head and asked Froy.

"Um... I learned some cooking methods from Mrs. Caroline, and I made these together with her."

Froy was holding a tray bearing some meatballs and pies, along with an apple and a cup of tea.

She pursed her lips and faced Chen Lun, her tone carrying anticipation:

"I brought some over. Would you like to try some?"

Chen Lun smiled and took the tray.

"Of course."

Froy smiled.

She listened silently to Chen Lun's footsteps until they stopped by the dining table.

Chen Lun set down the food and saw Connie, who was still finishing up her cleaning.

"Have you eaten, Connie? Care to join me for a bite?"

Connie looked somewhat flattered and hurriedly waved her hands in refusal.

"No... no need, Mr. Jack."

She pointed toward the direction of the door.

"I'll go downstairs shortly to make breakfast, and I still need to make a portion for my father."

"Alright."

Chen Lun shrugged and began to eat.

He speared a meatball and, under Froy's expectant "gaze", popped it into his mouth.

Delicious meat juices overflowed, carrying with them the unique mellow fragrance of cured meat and a hint of fruitiness.

"Delicious."

Chen Lun exclaimed in surprise.

"It seems you are very talented, Froy."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Froy covered her mouth with a light chuckle and gracefully seated herself on the sofa.

One could say Chen Lun enjoyed a very comfortable breakfast today, whether it was psychological or not. But he could feel the sincerity put into making this meal.

After the meal, Connie proactively rushed over to clean up.

Chen Lun wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and took a sip of tea.

"Connie, I heard you study at the technical college?"

"Yes, Mr. Jack.

I study mechanical theory at the Cypress Leaf Technical College in Amber City, and I'm very interested in knowledge from that field."

The corners of Connie's mouth lifted as she spoke about these things.

Chen Lun nodded silently.

He stood up and returned to his room, emerging a moment later with two items which he placed on the table.

"Connie, take these two things and study them."

"Are these... the weapons of those bastards from last night?"

Connie picked up the mechanical gloves and the blunderbuss, a look of surprise crossing her face, before she excitedly examined the artifacts in her hands.

"Although the workmanship looks very crude, the ideas are unique!"

"As long as you're interested."

Chen Lun said with a smile.

Then he stood up, walked toward the door, opened it, turned his head, and said to Froy:

"I'm going out for a stroll and will be back later."

"Mm, be careful on the way."

Froy said softly, facing him.

The news about Viscount Pompey and Dolly had already been handed over to Gary; Chen Lun's personal efficiency could never match that of the entire Iron Fist Gang.

They were underground forces who roamed the Outer District in the first place, skilled at gathering all kinds of information.

Coupled with the fact that Gary was more familiar with the Inner District and knew many big figures, Chen Lun believed there would be results before long.

Now Chen Lun planned to go do something else.

For instance, reading.

After heading downstairs, he walked straight to the entrance of the bookstore next to the flower shop.

Obtaining "Record-Keeper Kemberney's Memoirs" from Kent had successfully granted him the [Record-Keeper] subclass.

This also gave Chen Lun an inspiration.

That was not to let slip a single opportunity to acquire extraordinary knowledge; perhaps a treasure was hidden inside some inconspicuous book.

"Old Cripple Bookshop."

Chen Lun glanced at the wooden signboard and pushed open the door.

An old man sitting behind the counter raised his head to glance at Chen Lun and had no intention of getting up.

"Please feel free to browse, but don't soil or damage the books."

He adjusted his presbyopic glasses and lowered his head again to gaze at the thick tome in his hands.

Chen Lun walked a few steps inside and found that although this bookstore was small, it contained quite a few books.

The bookcases on three sides of the walls were packed with books, and another bookcase stood horizontally in the middle. Walking to the innermost part, he even saw a miniature spiral staircase leading to an upper loft.

Chen Lun looked back at the old man and found that the other person was immersed in reading and paid him no attention at all.