"What did you say?! Getting up at four in the morning and having to attend seven classes?!"

Todd's hands trembled as he held the plank that Huggins handed him.

As Todd listened to the long list of courses the man in front of him recited: grammar, rhetoric, dialectics, arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, and... music? Todd's heart was bleeding.

You bunch of monks who are supposed to be pure and detached from worldly desires, chanting scriptures is one thing, but why do you have to learn so much nonsense?!

"You're not the music teacher, are you?" Seeing the Slavic man shake his head, the boy felt a little relieved, finally hearing some good news.

"However, you can also choose your own mentor. I am quite confident in my musical abilities."

Upon hearing Huggins's self-recommendation, Todd shook his head as if it were made of springs.

The man, who looked somewhat disappointed, told the boy to get some rest. In the last moment before stepping out the door, he dropped a nonsensical remark: "At night, no matter what noise you hear, don't leave your room."

The door slammed shut.

Through the closed wooden planks, Todd, who possessed X-ray vision, looked helplessly at Hudgens, who had just stepped out of the room, pressed his ear against the door, and looked on with a curious expression.

"I can see you!"

The Slavic man straightened up without a shred of shame, and left the corridor, muttering under his breath, "How could I forget this kid's abilities..."

Finally, I can enjoy some peace and quiet.

The boy turned to look at the empty room: dark walls, cracked stone slabs, a louvered window with wooden slats, a narrow wooden bed just big enough for one person, and an old, creaky single table and chairs.

That's all.

Yes, that's all.

I had a rough idea that nightlife after time travel would be boring, but I really didn't expect it to be this 'desperately' boring.

They wouldn't even give me a candle!

Looking out the window at the slowly setting sun, Todd remembered what Huggins had said to him that afternoon.

"Little one, Master Myris really values ​​you. He's given you the best private room and assigned you the best tutor."

If the conditions in my own "best single room" are like this, then I wonder how bad the living conditions must be for monks who are practicing asceticism?

Perhaps we could try to improve this?

Lying on the wooden bed, his mind filled with all sorts of random thoughts, Todd didn't even realize that this was the first time since he had transmigrated to this world that he had been able to sleep peacefully in a bed.

He thought of his past life and then of the future, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

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late at night.

The bluestone floor of the room trembled, and the faint sounds of a man's painful howls and frantic roars woke Todd from his deep sleep.

He tossed and turned in bed for a long time, with Huggins' warning still echoing in his mind, but the curiosity of a researcher from his past life ultimately prevailed.

He tiptoed out of bed, gently opened the door, and had only taken a few steps when he heard a sinister voice behind him.

Where are you going?

"Holy crap!" (in Chinese)

Edgar, a little kid who slowly emerged from the darkness like a ghost, startled Todd so much that he fell to the ground with a thud, blurting out a sentence in Chinese.

The other person remained expressionless, coldly looking at Todd: "You'd better listen to Uncle Hudgens and go back to bed."

Feeling extremely annoyed by the other person's advice, Todd returned to his room with no other option. The man's screams still echoed in his ears, so he covered his ears and forced himself to think about other things to distract himself.

Perhaps half an hour had passed, or perhaps most of the night had gone by. The screams and tremors gradually subsided, and everything returned to calm. Looking at the imagined, restless "twisted" figures in the darkness of the room, Todd could no longer fall asleep.

This waking state lasted until the moon set and the sun had not yet risen.

It's not even 4 a.m. yet.

Then a robin struck a waist bell to remind all the monks to get up for morning prayers.

Having not slept well all night, Todd put on the monk's robe on the wooden table, pushed open the door, walked through the long side corridor, and joined the procession.

At some point, Huggins also joined the group, looking amusedly at the dark circles under the boy's eyes, and said, "About once every three days, you'll get used to it."

What?

Just as Todd was about to ask more questions, he saw the man disappear into the back of the line.

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Half the sky was tinged with the sun below the horizon, while the other half was still twinkling with stars, and all the monks had already gathered in the main hall of the monastery.

Everyone spontaneously divided into several teams, occupying different areas of the main hall, and recited the church's precepts in unison.

"Our Father, the one and only God, has brought us from the mire and the land of suffering into this world. We should remember His teachings: in this world, in heaven above, on earth below, beneath the earth, and in the waters, in all thoughts and the order of all things, You are unique..."

Todd recited the teachings aloud along with the monks, and the more he recited, the more he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Religions in past lives and present lives do have similarities in many ways, but they are also different.

After the morning prayers ended, the boy watched as the monks around him dispersed. Some began their morning lessons, some went to work in the fields, and others went to nearby villages to preach and assist in their duties. Standing in the empty main hall, the boy touched his rumbling stomach and was completely dumbfounded.

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