Because Pulitzer had been "educated" for twenty minutes, there were less than forty minutes left for Irena to fill in the gaps.

Holding the book, she walked out of the "bookshelf forest" casually, as if nothing happened.

There was no hint on that indifferent expression that I had just taught physics in person.

In front of the coffee bar, there is a complete set of equipment for making coffee.

The rudimentary but well-equipped equipment is arranged in a row on a log table:

A hand-cranked coffee bean grinder even has three complete blades to choose from, a can of coffee beans of unknown quality, an iron overhead, a strainer, a bottle of hot water kettle, a row of teacups with wide-mouthed rounded handles, a small spoon for stirring, and a matching butterfly.

This is the most humane place in the whole prison for the inmates, as long as you can cook it, drink it.

So this coffee was jokingly called humanitarian coffee by the prisoners, not "so-and-so coffee".

Most of the prisoners were sent from the lower classes, and the rye wine had to be mixed with water, and they had never even seen the shadow of coffee, let alone brewed it themselves.

Not to mention these lower-class people, even in Irena's previous life, most people would only make instant coffee.

The professional craft of brewing coffee is usually only known to the staff in the coffee shop.

But Irena had learned it by chance.

Before plunging into the sea of telecom fraud, Irena worked as a maid barista in a coffee shop because of her overly feminine appearance.

In order to win attention, and in order not to let Irena's male voice scare the customers, the store manager arranged for him to wear a maid costume to adjust the coffee, a proper dumb bridal series.

Placing the book in the open space on the side of the table, slender fingers grab the jar full of coffee beans, twist the cap, and pour the beans into the funnel of the grinder.

At a glance, I chose a flat knife grinding tool that is easy to extract.

When coffee beans are ground into a powder, the heat generated between frictions is enough to determine the taste of the coffee.

That's the lesson she's learned.

So be extra careful when grinding.

Hot water is poured from top to bottom on a strainer containing the ground coffee, and a cup is placed underneath to receive the extracted coffee liquid.

Stir slightly with a spoon to spread the aroma of hand-ground coffee.

Irena put the teacup on the plate, picked it up, grabbed the book, and found a table next to the grandmother to sit down.

The old grandmother saw a little girl next door who was also reading, and she had the same configuration as her, a book and a cup of coffee, and a trace of goodwill arose.

Her face was already wrinkled, and she smiled like dry earth, but it was kind.

Irena smiled and nodded.

The greeting ceremony seems to be simplified in the library, and no one bothers anyone.

Irena took a sip of her own coffee.

It's a bit bitter.

Maybe there is no sugar and milk, but it's okay, at least it has an aroma, and the aftertaste is endless.

Turning the pages of the book, Irena read them word by word......

When she is engrossed, she doesn't care about the passage of time at all, and occasionally when she remembers something, she probably takes a sip of coffee to refresh herself.

In the thirty-five minutes or so of reading time, Irena was also very rewarding.

From it, she learned about people's understanding of the origin of supernatural powers:

In the second age of the world, the chaos of the world is gone, everything has the way it should be, in the huge space, seven primordial beings were born, each of which has its own unique god-like authority, and those seven lives are called the seven main gods by later generations:

The goddess of light, the lord of the night, the god of flowers and beauty, the god of omniscience, the god of all things, the god of machines, the god of the moon.

They correspond to the Holy See, the Night Order, the Garden, the Library, the Celestial Cult, the Cult of the Mechanical God, and the Cult of the Bright Moon.

For the special existence of the Cult of the Mechanicus, it is also recorded in the book:

The high-level operation of all matter is inseparable from His existence, and no matter how simple the stone axe making process is, it is also a part of the machine.

In this way, the mechanical gods have played a pivotal role in the history of human evolution, rather than the recent emergence of a sect, which explains why the Olivia family, as the old local aristocracy, believe in the Mechanica, Irena thought.

In the Third Age, all spirits began to appear, and the world entered a century ruled by the gods.

They taught the only human beings who gave birth to advanced wisdom knowledge, machinery, planting, aesthetics, observing the weather, feeling the light of the sun and moon, and telling mankind to rest in the night.

In the long evolutionary career of human beings, a new generation of human beings has been born.

Among them, gifted humans have been rewarded by the gods and have enough strength to look directly at the gods, but the gods have given them the power to serve themselves better.

I don't know how long it has been.

Under the rule of the gods endlessly, the humans got tired of it, and they became unwilling to submit to service.

For a long time, they had observed that whenever the gods wielded their powers, their sigils would emit a faint glow with powerful energy fluctuations.

Anti-bone growth.

So, in a blasphemous war, those powerful humans risked their lives to imprint the marks of the gods, and the secret was passed on to the world.

He was killed by the gods on the spot.

But the fact that the seal was rubbed is not known to God, or even if God knew it, he did not say it.

Humanity is collectively terrified, for fear that the gods will punish the world from heaven.

But who knows, after that blasphemous battle, all the gods disappeared as if they had never existed.

No one knows where the seven main gods have gone, and no one wants to care.

Having lost the rule of the gods, humanity regained its freedom.

The desire for power, money, and fame drove them into divisions.

The various organizations that hold the imprint of the gods have reversed the generations of simple versions of the imprint in the turbulent generation, so simple that humans can imprint it on their bodies.

During this period, it was used for hundreds of years.

I tried to cultivate the imprint again, but I don't know how many hundred years it has been used.

After countless changes in the world map, organizations with cultivation imprints have risen one after another.

They possess unimaginable abilities in the world, step into the extraordinary, and change the pattern of power in an instant.

And the imprints they cultivate on their bodies are also called "stigmata".

At this moment, the Seven Sects rose as neutral organizations scattered across the various slave empires.

This year is known as the first year of religion.

The third century ended and the fourth century began, the shortest of all.

During this period, the seven major sects became more and more arrogant and domineering by virtue of their power to rub into the gods, and gradually forgot the policies of the first sect leaders.

They threaten the worldly powers to pay tribute to them.

Let yourself be above the mortals.

Thus, the wars between the seven major religions and various empires began.

Although the religious have great abilities, the warring parties are always human.

The war between people will not last long.

In this way, in the confrontation between royal power and divine power for as short as two hundred years, the slave empire was forcibly pushed into the feudal era, the strength of the sect was greatly reduced, and the two sides reached a compromise, and finally formed the present appearance.

This is the end of the Fourth Age.

Now is the unknown Fifth Age......

Shocked! Qu Qu Qu!!

At this time, a sharp whistle sounded, and it was time.

Halfway through the book, Irena reluctantly closed it, stood up, and put it back in its place from memory.

After tidying up his desktop, he clapped his hands and left.

The old lady actually left a moment before the whistle blew, but she didn't bother when she saw Irena concentrated.

But left her a small note that read:

"The coffee is fragrant, if you can, hopefully you can make me a cup tomorrow."

- Rossetti.