Eric felt a bit depressed.
He thought again, even if he was lucky enough to successfully trade for magic books, he wouldn't recognize the writing here. Thinking of this, his heart felt even more sorrowful.
There was already a pile of things to do, and now he had to spend time finding Dwarves to learn human writing; he truly felt mentally exhausted.
Luban had always been inciting him to learn Dwarf writing, which he had refused. The Dwarves had always tried to get Eric, a potential "good seedling," to learn about their civilization, and even wanted to show him various blueprints carefully preserved on parchment, but unfortunately, Eric was illiterate.
He scratched his head in distress. If, while learning human writing, the Dwarves took the opportunity to "cram" their writing in as well, Eric felt a headache just thinking about it.
Good heavens, why was the underground competition still so fierce even after coming to this world?
