I can copy tags infinitely.

"Miss Clark," Li En lowered his voice and asked, pointing in Monroe's direction, "who's that?"

Nova glanced up, then lowered her head with little interest. "A newcomer. I heard his father was originally an earl, but because he offended the church during a vote in the upper house, he was stripped of his title and all his property was confiscated."

"I heard that his father was 'forced' to commit suicide under persecution by the church, leaving him and a young sister. Other powerful people and friends avoided them because of the church, so they dared not help them and ended up having to work at the library."

Can the church even strip a count of his title?

Li En felt a chill run down his spine after hearing this; the power of the church in this world was far greater than he had imagined.

Reaching Monroe, the latter smiled and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

[Remaining Time: 01:27:32]

After confirming that the copying was in progress, Li En asked Monroe, "I heard from other library staff that you have unique insights into the mystical, and I'd like to talk to you about it."

Monroe paused for a moment upon hearing this.

Before his father was stripped of his title, he was a student at the University of Michigan and excelled in the field of occultism. Even his tutor said he was a genius in the field.

But he didn't seem to have mentioned this to his colleagues, so why would this stranger know about it?

Li En handed Monroe a notebook and a rusty dip pen.

During this period, few people had access to dip pens and fountain pens; both nobles and commoners preferred to use quill pens.

The latter couldn't afford such expensive and rare items that weren't yet widely available; while the nobles and powerful looked down on this typical crude industrial product and preferred to use exquisite quill pens that could prove their status.

On the contrary, the middle class is quite fond of such items.

"Excuse me," Monroe gave an awkward smile, gesturing to his uniform, "I'm still at work. If you really want to talk to me about occult matters, could you wait until I get off work?"

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Li Enlian directly presented a condition that Monroe could not refuse.

He slammed the 10 shillings onto the table and pushed it to Monroe, saying, "I can pay."

Looking at the gleaming silver coins, Monroe subconsciously swallowed.

Because of his family situation, he got a part-time job at the library. For someone like him, the weekly wage was only 10 shillings.

This is a public library in London. Even junior assistants working here earn more than 20 shillings a week.

Not only was his salary halved, but his workload was also double that of other employees. The 10 shillings that Li En paid was equivalent to his weekly salary.

"Alright, sir, your sincerity has touched me," Munro said, feigning indifference but actually treasuring the silver coins. He then cautiously asked Li En, "What would you like to discuss with me? The history of the occult? Or would you like me to identify objects related to the occult?"

Li En hadn't really thought of any particular conversation topics. Looking left and right, she suddenly noticed the oil lamp placed in front of the reception desk.

"About this oil lamp," Li En asked, "it doesn't use kerosene, does it?"

Monroe looked surprised, seemingly not expecting Lee to ask such a basic question.

"Yes, sir," Monroe nodded, "the fuel used here is whale oil, a marine animal oil extracted from the subcutaneous tissue, internal organs, and bones of whales."

"Its advantages are that it produces no smoke or dust when burning, the flame is pure white, it burns for a long time, and it has a delicate fragrance."

"In the realm of mysticism, this pure white light is often considered a passage to the spirit world or a medium for connecting with the underworld, while the black smoke and grease emitted by kerosene are believed to hinder communication between spirits."

Monroe's explanation was very clear. In Li En's memory, in the world before he traveled through time, before the advent of new kerosene lamps, the production cost of gas was too high and transportation was inconvenient, so most families used whale oil for lighting.

It can be said that the scarcity of whales is inextricably linked to the large-scale hunting of whales during this period.

"In fact, although most heavy industries now use other energy sources, in the realm of mysticism, especially in the church, there are still quite a few people who use whale oil to try to conduct mystical experiments."

When the church was mentioned, Monroe's expression turned a little sour, but given the 10-shilling prize that came before him, he couldn't very well show his displeasure to his benefactor.

Lee and Monroe exchanged pleasantries intermittently, but the questions they asked were all quite basic, things that anyone who had read a few books on occultism could understand.

Monroe even thought that Lee was a complete layman in the mysticism, who had only developed some interest in the subject.

For such people, their enthusiasm will soon be swallowed up by the tedious and obscure content of the occult, and in the end, it will only be a three-minute burst of enthusiasm.

Li En had no idea what Monroe was thinking. After all, he was just a transmigrator and knew practically nothing about occultism. He had been reading occult books for so long that his head was about to explode.

In particular, he had been looking at the book "The Relationship Between History, Mysticism and Demonology" for a long time but couldn't understand it, so he decided to borrow it to study it carefully.

An hour and a half passed quietly.

[Label copied]

[Genius of Mysticism]

[Effect: Gain a large amount of occult knowledge and increase your ability to learn occult content by 100%]

The moment the label was successfully copied, Li En felt a slight itch on his scalp.

It felt as if an insect was crawling all over his head, with countless tiny tentacles hovering at the roots of his hair.

A flood of occult knowledge poured into his mind, impacting his memory.

But Monroe didn't notice this; he simply continued answering the rather shallow questions that Li En had just posed.

"In mysticism, whales are the embodiment of the deep-sea subconscious, and therefore their bodies are full of spirituality."

"Its whale brain oil can be used as a base for divination and as lighting for altars; whale bones can be used as pendants to ward off curses; whale teeth can be used as amulets or carving knives. It can be said that every part of it is a treasure."

"Therefore, the church strongly encourages whalers to hunt whales, and all kinds of whale carcasses can often be seen in the ports of coastal cities."

At this point, Monroe smiled helplessly, "But few people know that the toxic smog that blankets London is actually related to the large-scale whale hunting, because some substance has become unbalanced, and that substance is called..."

Li En seemed to have caught the key word, and suddenly looked up, saying, "Spiritual essence...right?"

Monroe's remaining words caught in her throat. She looked at Li En with surprise, "Yes, yes, that's right, you actually know about spirit matter?"

In Monroe's view, Li En was a complete novice in the field of mysticism, yet he uttered a word that only a highly learned scholar could use, which truly surprised him.

"Yes, I happened to read a book before and heard a similar sentence structure," Li En smiled, took out 10 shillings from his pocket again, and pushed them to Monroe. "It was a pleasure chatting with you, thank you."

Monroe stared blankly at the 10 shillings that Lee had pushed towards him. "Sir, what is this...?"

"I heard you have a younger sister," Li En said with a smile. "Since she's younger than you, she must still be growing. How about we treat her to some stewed mutton today?"

Monroe was stunned, staring at the 10 shillings on the table, then at the retreating figure of Lee En.

"Thank you, kind sir. May the Lord be with you."

……

Holding the books he had borrowed from the library, Li En walked out of the London Library.

He stood on the street and quickly flipped through the book.

Sure enough, after being labeled a genius in occultism, his ability to learn about occult-related content improved dramatically.

He could instantly come up with a way to understand what was originally obscure and difficult words and phrases, and absorb and comprehend the content.

"If I had this kind of learning ability in high school, getting into a 211 or 985 university wouldn't have been a problem at all, right?"

Li Enzheng sighed, and suddenly heard a melodious chime coming from the streets of London.

Big Ben stands facing the Thames, its deep, resonant chimes piercing through the scorching gray fog and reaching the ears of everyone.

"not good!"

Li En then realized the problem of time; he had spent too long talking with Monroe in the library and had forgotten about his studies.

His mentor will kill him!

Go back to school!