Ms. Langsa's class is very relaxed. Unlike her meticulous appearance and grooming, Ms. Langsa can always give examples during class. She mentions small things in life to reflect the influence of history. It is also interesting to introduce the customs and customs of different places. She even throws in a few jokes to lighten the mood in class.

After the morning class, Ms. Langsha randomly checked Esther's dictation of some words as agreed. What surprised her was that Esther's learning ability was not like that of a beginner at all.

"Have you really never touched writing before?"

Esther scratched her head and said frankly: "To be honest, I don't remember."

"do not remember?"

"Yes, I suddenly found myself on Iron Cross Street... Fortunately, Grandma Wendy from Slim Bakery was willing to take me in, so I didn't end up living on the street."

Ms. Langsa frowned. She seemed to be thinking about something. After a few seconds, she smiled reassuringly at Esther: "It's okay. You can attend my Sunday classes if you want to come in the future. If you encounter any difficulties, , you can also tell me or Pastor Lost, we are very willing to help people in need."

"Thank you! Can I stay here and read at noon?"

"Don't you need to go get something to eat?"

Esther hesitated: "I have to save some money, there is no way. I don't have a salary now, and I can't afford the luxury of going to those cafes to eat good food. I will remember to bring bread next time."

Ms. Langsa looked at Esther again, her eyes resting on the girl's still childish face, and sighed: "It doesn't matter, you can share a piece of my sandwich."

"This, how can this be so embarrassing..."

Ms. Langsha's smile was sly: "No, in the words of my grandfather, this is called 'investment'. Esther is a very talented child and will definitely be able to succeed in the future."

Esther also laughed, feeling the kindness of Ms. Langsa: "Then when I come next week, I will also bring a snack to Ms. Langsa."

"Okay, then it's settled."

Esther had a very good impression of Ms. Langsa. At first, she was a little in awe of her teacher, but the communication gap was broken by Ms. Langsa on her own initiative. Especially after eating the sandwich with mayonnaise and cheese sausage, Esther's eyes became particularly bright when she looked at Ms. Ronsa.

Although the taste is far inferior to the various foods in memory, this is the first time Esther has eaten such delicious food since she came to this world.

She suddenly gained the happiness brought by delicious food!

Maybe this is also an idea. I can explore how to make the food in my memory and let Grandma Wendy launch it as a new product in the bakery. That will definitely attract more customers.

Ronsa looked up at Esther. It was just half a sandwich. This girl was eating it so happily that she even giggled. This made Langsa shake her head in amusement, then she took two other word books from the bookshelf and put them on Esther's desk.

"You can try these after you finish eating them."

"No problem!" Esther replied enthusiastically.

Langsha was quite emotional. He was really a good child who was lovable, smart and studious. However, for those previous doubts, it was best to remind the local night watchman to pay attention to whether there was anything abnormal in the Lower Iron Cross Street.

In the afternoon class, Langsha led the students to read aloud a passage from the Holy Scriptures of the Night. Esther followed the recitation nonchalantly. Then when Langsha explained it word by word, Esther quickly understood and remembered the meaning of those words. meaning, including changes in grammar.

This is not difficult for Esther now. It feels like a decryption game. She can clearly feel that the world of words has opened up to her. Such amazing learning ability even puzzles Esther herself.

At least Esther can be sure that in her memory she is not a genius who learns a language in one day, otherwise she would have been the top scorer in the college entrance examination.

After today's class ended, Esther stayed in the classroom for a long time.

She finally couldn't hold it back and asked Ms. Langsa a question as she was packing her things to leave.

"The history of the world before Year Zero? Do you mean the Fourth Age?"

This world does have an older era!

Esther confirmed her hazy intuition and asked: "Then are there other eras before the Fourth Age?"

Ms. Langsha hesitated for a moment and nodded: "However, we know very little about those eras. Most of the remaining history is circulated in the form of myths and stories, and there is no conclusive and unified historical theory. You are still new to these, so I don't recommend it to you. It will waste a lot of your time to explore such nihilistic content.”

Esther nodded sadly, but quickly cheered up: "So are there any books about the Fourth Age here?"

"In fact, there are divergent opinions on the history of the Quaternary Age, and there are very few written records. The prosperity of that era can only be glimpsed from many buildings. The Quaternary Age is more than a thousand years ago. In our small classroom Such important historical information will not be stored.”

Esther nodded, the world here was much more complicated than she expected.

Ms. Langsha appreciated this curiosity and did not show any impatience: "Do you have any questions? You seem to be very interested in this aspect. If you want to study on your own, I can recommend two history books to you, waiting for you Once you become proficient in reading, you can understand it yourself. You can borrow it from the library."

Esther happily wrote down the title of the book that Ms. Langsa mentioned, and left the Church of the Night feeling particularly fulfilled.

The street outside was dimly illuminated by the setting sun, and it was only then that Esther realized the hunger in her stomach. She was too immersed in the satisfaction of gaining knowledge, and she had never felt it before.

Esther didn't want to spend money on a public carriage. She walked down the street. It was almost dark. In order not to cause trouble to Wendy, Esther bought a clam soup with garlic bread sticks from a stall at the end of Iron Cross Street.

The soup is very light, with chopped parsley floating on the surface, and almost no other seasonings, only the saltiness of the clams. The breadsticks will be very choked if not dipped in the soup. This portion is actually not enough to eat, but Esther is happy to have a change of taste. She enjoys anything she can enjoy. Simple food and complex knowledge can make her feel pure happiness.

Esther sat on the bench at the entrance of the store, leisurely finishing her six-penny dinner, but just as she was about to finish eating, the lonely girl attracted extra attention.

There were only a few people in the store, and even though she was wearing the linen skirt that was everywhere on the street, Esther's appearance was too eye-catching, not to mention her happy and graceful look while enjoying the food. She had long noticed those strange eyes looking back and forth on her body, and because she didn't want to cause trouble, Esther simply pretended not to know.

But the person opposite was not so calm. Soon a man sat on the bench next to Esther, bringing with him a pungent smell of alcohol. He smiled maliciously: "You know Come on, this is not a place where a good girl should stay. How about it, you look like you are in a tight situation, are you interested in doing some business? "

Esther glanced back at the store in confusion. This was just an ordinary restaurant. What kind of business could it have?

Then Esther saw the man making an obscene gesture with his right hand towards his lower body.

Esther stared at the man's unshaven face, smiled and said, "This hand will be broken."

The man's hand will break.

Esther only stated the facts that she was convinced of. Even she herself was not sure where this confidence came from, but she knew that it would definitely happen.

And the man heard another meaning from these words: "How dare a bitch like you threaten me?"

After the man finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand to grab Esther's neck. Esther suddenly stood up from the bench and narrowly escaped the range of the man's hand. But before the man could stand up from the bench, a huge cracking sound suddenly came from inside the shop, and then a kitchen knife flew out from inside, quickly chopped off the man's right hand, and then stabbed it in steadily. On the bench where Esther was sitting just now.

If Esther hadn't gotten up just now, her legs might have been broken at this time.

Blood spurted out from the man's broken wrist, spreading everywhere in front of the store. Esther stuffed the last bite of garlic bread into her mouth, walked around the man who was covering his arm and wailing, and stacked the empty bowl of soup on top of it. She kept a calm expression on the dishes to be washed on the counter, and left the store as if she hadn't seen the couple arguing inside the store.

She also carefully avoided blood stains on the ground. Leaving bloody footprints would cause trouble for Wendy.

Something squirmed in the pocket of Esther's heart. After Esther listened carefully, she replied to the little insect: "That's just his bad luck. What does it have to do with me?"

"Extraordinary power? I'm not sure what you're referring to, if that talent for stealing and cajoling is also there."

"Yes, I have felt it a long time ago. Otherwise, why would Wendy and Fiona trust me and accept me so quickly? This is not a fairy tale world again, this is..."

This is a world full of weirdness that makes me uncomfortable, especially the crimson moon in the sky. It makes me sick and disgusting. I really hope it disappears quickly and returns to its original state. Esther thought this, not realizing how strange her idea was.

"What exactly am you asking me?" Esther blinked, confused by the question, "I'm just an ordinary person. Okay, maybe a little special, but I'm just an ordinary 'person'. Otherwise?"

The little insect let out a sneer.

Esther wanted to taunt her back, but her instinct told her that it would have no effect and would only lead to more ridicule, so she silently endured the malice of this little bug.

It's obviously just a bug, why are you so arrogant?

Esther, who had not yet had an accurate understanding of the world a few days after landing, would still have such naive thoughts at this time.