Amon looked at the two spell books, then at the cup in Old Dicesar's hand.
"Young man, have some coffee before entering the special reading room." With a kind and gentle smile, Old Dicesar spoke in a soft tone.
Amon just thought for a second before nodding and picking up his cup of coffee. As he did so, didn't notice the look of surprise from Old Hazael, Elder William, and the rest. He simply drank and opened his eyes wide in surprise.
After drinking his coffee, he looked at Old Dicesar. "This is..."
"Haha, don't say anything," Old Dicesar laughed and said kindly, "Go to the reading room soon. Don't miss this chance."
"Indeed." Amon took a deep breath and nodded. It was rare to see him lose his composure a little. But it was no wonder; the coffee he just drank had a miraculous effect of leaving the mind in a clear state. The importance of this cup of coffee must have been incalculable, as Amon later noticed the expressions of the people around him.
