I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Lu Yuan held the letter and looked at it for a long time.

Not a single word in the entire text mentions that the ink was not used properly.

But as Lu Yuan read through the text word by word, all he saw were: sour and old files, an unmaintained basement, and the predicament of being assigned to guard a small archive room.

Oh, and there's that last sentence: it's okay if you don't come.

They want someone to go, but they absolutely refuse to say so directly.

This is very ink-like.

Lu Yuan recalled the underground library in Grimport.

A dark shadow hangs upside down on the lamp, sleeping. When woken up, it gets angry, spits out books covered in mucus, and complains about the taste after eating expired files.

Before leaving, it hesitated for a long time, then vomited out a thin book that it had treasured for many years, and told him to go to the main city to find it.

At that time, he thought that seeing each other again in the main city would be an easy thing.

Who would have thought that Grimport would simply disappear?

Sigh, they don't remember me either.

Lu Yuan had actually guessed it long ago.

It was perfectly normal for Mina and Brent to forget him the night Grimham sank.

Even though I guessed it, seeing those words actually written on paper still stirred something within me.

Those who knew him in that city either forgot him, scattered, or died.

In the end, the only ones who still remembered the name Lu Yuan were himself and the Book Spirit, who was far away in the basement of the main city, secretly eating the sour files.

Thankfully, there's still one person who remembers.

Lu Yuan folded the letter and put it away close to his body.

The trip to headquarters was part of his plan.

By the time I head to headquarters, Mina will probably already be at level three.

By then, Mina will no longer need the ink's protection; she might be able to take the ink away herself.

Lu Yuan did not reply immediately, but instead opened the second letter.

The second letter came from Sandworm Town.

His name was written on the letter, in neat handwriting, clearly the work of a young man who had carefully written each stroke.

Lu Yuan:

See the letter.

Sandworm Town is bustling with activity. The Empire is sending more and more people, and life in the town is getting better every day. More people are joining expeditions to explore the desert, and the town's production continues to rise.

The second batch of sandworm materials should have been sent to you long ago, but some things happened in Bronze City and the road was blocked, so it's been delayed until now. This time it's finally been sent out. Please check your mail; there will be several more batches arriving soon.

Let me tell you something. I can now play the Sandworm Song in its entirety, albeit an abridged version. Grandpa always took me with him when he went sandworm hunting. The captains of the Night's Watch have also been very kind to me.

When are you going to come back and visit?

—Karl

Lu Yuan finished reading the letter and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Herman, Carl, and the leader of the pathfinders, Morris, from Sandworm Town.

That small town in the desert was probably the most peaceful place he had ever stayed on his journey.

The mayor's bowl of hot soup pulled him back from the brink of death, and Carl taught him to read music and music note by note.

The song of the sandworms echoed in the desert night; the enormous sandworms and the endless sand brought a strange sense of peace.

That bone flute is still on his body.

Lu Yuan took it out, wiped it, brought it to his lips, and blew on it for a short while.

Not particularly skilled.

Regarding his training in ancient music theory, Lu Yuan had to admit that he had indeed slacked off somewhat recently. Of course, he didn't particularly want to practice it; the main reason was the lack of complete musical scores.

However, after the Sea of ​​Knowledge event, the Worm of Knowledge brought him back a wealth of experience in ancient music theory, and his mind gained a lot more knowledge and some intricacies.

It's time to pick up ancient music theory again.

As for going back to take a look, I will.

Once the matters at the Knight Academy are settled, and once he goes to the main city to retrieve the ink, he'll have to make this journey sooner or later.

In the evening, Lu Yuan went to the hall as usual.

The golden light of hope was contained within the hall ceiling, not a single ray escaping. Beneath the tree, Rex's insect body lay quietly, and where the roots met the core, the golden light flickered intermittently.

The gray and white text hangs there, unchanged.

[Target detected: Leike (stable status) (Merging in progress)]

There was another person in the hall.

Jürgen crouched not far from the tree roots, hugging his knees, staring motionlessly at the enormous insect body. Hearing footsteps, he turned around, saw it was Lu Yuan, and then turned back.

"You come here every day?" Lu Yuan walked over.

"Hmm." The boy's voice was muffled. "Klaus said I'd learn from Captain Rake from now on. But he's still lying in bed."

"He will wake up," Lu Yuan said.

"You say that every day."

"Because the gray and white text says the same thing every day." Lu Yuan stopped in the hall, looking at the place where the roots meet the core, "Its condition has been steadily improving. Once it finishes what it needs to do, the person will naturally wake up."

Jürgen stopped talking and continued squatting.

Lu Yuan didn't try to persuade him any further. He looked at the insect-like body and spoke in a low voice.

"I'll be leaving in two or three days. If you can make it, wake up early."

The insect remained silent and did not respond.

Lu Yuan didn't expect a response. He stood there for a while, then turned and walked out of the hall.

Outside, the setting sun shone brightly. The framework of the new city stood bathed in light, filled with the sounds of hammering and banging, occasionally interspersed with shouts of vendors.

In two or three days, he will set off with the Blue Knight to the north, to the Knight Academy.

There lies the Knight Commander who controls the timekeeping, and the answer to the question of how to reach the destination. Further on lies the main city, the headquarters library, and the stubborn book spirit in the basement.

Lu Yuan touched the blank letter in his pocket and walked towards the branch office.

The departure date is approaching.

Back at the branch office, he unfolded the paper where the ink had been left, and went back to the ink first. He used the same method the ink had given him.

Lu Yuan looked at the paper and spoke his words, one by one. As soon as he finished speaking, words appeared on the paper on their own, with long, thin, winding strokes, exactly as he had said.

"ink:

I'm still alive and doing alright. I'm now a full captain of the Night's Watch, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, I should be promoted to captain.

Once I become the captain, I plan to find a place to set up my own Night's Watch branch and gather all the capable people there. At that time, I can come and pick you up.

Bronze City almost perished a while ago. Some incredible things came, and a major battle ensued, but thankfully the city was saved. However, all the buildings were destroyed, and it's currently under reconstruction. The details are too numerous to recount here; we'll discuss them when we meet.

It's actually quite good that those two brats don't remember. Forgetting is a form of protection for them. They now have the empire's resources, their own mentors, and their own futures. You can't bring them anything by staying by their side anyway.

Take good care of yourself. Don't keep eating those sour foods; what if you get sick?

I'm going to the Knight Academy to train for a while, and then I'll look for people and clues related to my path. Once I've finished all that, I'll come pick you up.

I will write to you when I arrive at the Knight Academy.

—Lu Yuan