A sharp knock on the door interrupted Noah's research. He hurriedly put down his book and lay down on the ground, ready for an attack by a monkey who might go mad. After a moment, he realized that he had left the forest.

"Hello?" Noah asked, slowly standing up and picking up his book.

"Julmir! I heard you're back. A deep male voice rang out. What's going on out there? ”

"I was hit quite badly," Noah replied. "I'm sorry, I have some memory loss. I'm not feeling well right now, but I'm sure I'll get better soon. ”

"What an idiot." The man outside the door chuckled softly. "I warned you beforehand."

"I really don't know. I can't remember. “

"How bad is the memory loss, Vermeer? You'll have class in a few hours. If the situation is too serious for you to teach, we may need to find someone to replace you. “

"Hearing you say that, it seems serious." Noah said with a frown.

"We'll send a mage to see what's going on and see if we can repair the damage. If the Linwick family finds out that you have been seriously injured and have not received proper treatment, they will be furious. I'm coming back later today to report and I'm going to be away for a few months, so I can't replace you. “

Noah's face turned pale. Although he didn't know the "Linwicks", he could understand that he needed to be convinced that he was still Vermeer, but he had lost some of his memories.

"Actually, I don't think there's any need to bother," Noah tried to make his voice sound less worried. "I can take care of myself. It's just a loss of memory for some details. I still have important information in my hands. When is my course time? “

"Gods, haven't you really taught in a long time? Room 100 in Building G. There is still an hour left to start the game. “

"Yes, yes, thank you. I'll be there on time. “

"Are you sure?" The man whispered.

"yes, I'm sure." Noah replied.

A few hours. Time seems to be less important to me, but it's not too long. The sound of the man's footsteps sounded, and Noah breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned against the wall, combing his long hair with one hand and crossing the other over his chest, before sitting down.

Well, I have to convince people that I'm actually Vermeer, just lost some memory. Judging by the way the man treated me just now, Vermeer didn't seem to have many friends. This should make things easier.

Noah pulled his hand out of his hair, blinked, and rubbed his temples with his fingers. He frowned, got up and walked to the bathroom.

"But first, I had to take a shower. I feel really bad. “

He opened the knob on the sink and found it the same as on Earth, with water gushing out of the faucet. Noah stuck his head in the water and rubbed his hair vigorously.

After a few minutes, he finished his task, grabbed a towel from a hook on the wall, and frantically dried his hair. Then he found a spare set of Vermeer's clothes in the closet, changed into them, and returned to the main room and sat down on the bed.

Noah picked up the leather-topped book and flipped through a few pages. Although he read a lot of information, it was more than he hoped and less than he could have imagined. It's like trying to learn math starting with calculus instead of starting with addition.

Still, Noah managed to learn some key facts. He walked over to the table and pulled out an almost blank piece of paper from a pile of papers. He picked up the quill that Vermeer had left in the inkwell and began to write down his thoughts.

"Runes can be used to cast magic. I already know that. "One can have more than one rune, because Vermeer's book has many different runes written in it. I'm not sure if there's a limit to the quantity. “。

On the paper, Noah brooded through his observations of the runes and his environment, trying to figure out the answers. He points out that one can have multiple runes, as Vermeer's book is filled with many different runes. He admits that he is not sure if there is a limit to the number.

He continued to ponder the differences between the runes, wondering if they affected the function. Although he wasn't sure if this actually changed the effect of the runes, he observed that Vermeer seemed to place more emphasis on those complex runes, which may indicate that they were somehow more powerful.

Noah sat at his desk, tapping a paper with a quill and trying to sort out the next point to be written. However, he was in a situation where he couldn't come up with an answer. He admits that although the book is full of research about runes and their origins, none of them really explain how runes work.

However, he is happy with his plans for the next step. He decided to adopt a strategy that would allow him to gain a deeper understanding of the runes while also helping to write a compelling cover story.

After the decision was made, Noah straightened his crumpled robe, walked to the door, and picked up the key. His hand touched the cold metal knob, hinting at his determination to leave the room. He also touched the gourd hanging from his waist, which was a means of defense for him.

He pondered how his gourd would reveal his resurrection if any accident happened. However, he also realized that leaving it in the room could make him feel unsafe. So, he let go of his hand and hung the gourd around his waist.

The door clicked open, and Noah stepped into a narrow stone hallway. He looked around at both ends and saw that they looked exactly the same. The floor and walls are of gray-black stone, above which an elegant stone arch is formed.

The hallway is lined with doors on one side and open windows on the other. Noah approached a window and gazed in amazement at the view. In front of him unfolded was a beautiful garden, with brick paths winding through exotic foliage.

The vines are dotted with horse-sized flowers with iridescent petals. They shine with liquid pollen, which rains down on the underside of pink and yellow bushes.

Trees grew twisted in ways he had never seen before. The gold and silver leaves shimmer among the branches, rustling in the breeze like an ocean of wealth. He looked up and saw that this strange world of nature was full of magnificent sights.

Outside the garden, minarets pierce the clouds. High towers tower between them, and stone bridges connect everything together. Although he could barely see the figures walking on the bridge, the high wall at the edge of the garden blocked his view of the bottom of the building.

He shook his head, taking his attention off the view.

"Let's enjoy the world in the future. Now I need to concentrate so that I don't get in danger again."

He muttered softly, "I wish I could have a coin to toss." ”

He chose a random direction and strode through the hall. He was glad that after a few corners, he noticed a small metal sign on the wall. It was engraved with a tiny map showing the location of the building he was in and marked with a small gem. The text above the map appears to be the lingua franca of this world, with the letter "T" printed on it.

There are many other buildings, which are marked with letters. There is a small key at the bottom of the map that explains the meaning of each letter. As he reads, the place becomes less like a school and more like a fortress.

In the ordinary school building, there were armories, transport guns, exercise grounds, and other locations he didn't recognize.

He wondered if the language here had a counterpart to English, or if he had somehow translated all the information into the closest alphabet. He guessed the latter, because the human brain is adept at adapting to new things by translating new visual information into familiar patterns.

After memorizing the map, Noah sets off again. Although he thought about the path beforehand, the navigation of the building was still surprisingly complicated. He never realized whether he was good or bad in terms of his sense of direction, but the design of the building clearly disliked straight paths.

After a few minutes of walking and a few wrong turns, he finally made it to the exit. He walked through the door and into the beautiful garden, feeling a pang of relief.

His nose moved, and a warm and sweet aroma greeted him, like a bakery combining the best of all the fruits to create a unique scent.

He licked his lips, slightly salivaing.

"Food. I really want to eat something."

He took a step, but then stopped. As tempting as the food is, he knows not to be taken lightly, time may run out quickly – or it has already run out? He frowned, then shrugged.

"Maybe I'm fine."

He began to walk along the path, clinging to the walls of the building, so as not to get lost in the dense garden. There are places where the vegetation is so dense that it almost resembles a small forest.

With a bit of luck, he chose the right path that led to a large stone circle on the ground. In the center is an obsidian pillar with another map on it. The map shows a top-down view of dozens of buildings, as well as small red gems above the buildings marked with "Gs".

His gaze wandered across the map, eventually stopping at the target, Building G. There are only two buildings behind him, facing the garden. He studied it again for a while, made sure he didn't get lost, and then moved on.

About twenty minutes later, he was standing in front of a sturdy stone building. Thick vines wrap around it, and the wooden entrance looks worn out from years of wind and rain. There is a weathered letter "G" above the door. Although the top half of the letter was worn, he recognized it as a G.

"Looks like they have a similar budget to me." Noah grumbled and pulled the door open. The door creaked and scratched the ground. Once big enough, he can get in.