Jon said that he left a gift for Angor.
Angor did not care about the gift at first until he opened the folder. When he saw that it was filled with documents, he finally understood how precious the gift his mentor had left for him was.
Jon had transferred all the information stored in the chip in his mind to this folder.
Astronomy, geography, science, literature, and even some unfinished literature, music recipes, and so on could be found in the folder.
Angor did not understand why his teacher was so knowledgeable about everything. Not only did he know how to grow crops, build buildings, cook, and other subjects. Now, he understood that Earth's technological civilization had such an ability!
Every earthling was born with a parasitic chip. A parasitic chip was like an unconnected computer. It could store all kinds of information on its own and connect to the hippocampus of the brain so that it would never be forgotten. Jon must have stored all kinds of information. Even if he traveled to another world, the fire of civilization would not be extinguished.
If it were not for the fact that the chip in Jon's brain could not be transferred, he would have sent the chip to Angor already. After all, the chip was bound to the brain and could not be lost. Besides, it was connected to the memory bank of the brain, which meant that Angor had an eidetic memory.
However, it was still the same without the chip. With the hologram tablet, Angor could not directly connect to the hippocampus of the brain. But as long as he persevered, he would become knowledgeable sooner or later.
With this in mind, Angor carefully hid the tablet away. For now, this thing was more valuable than anything else he had.
Just like that, Angor's life changed greatly with the help of the tablet.
He spent almost all his time in the world of the tablet. He would only put it down when he needed to charge it with solar energy.
Angor did not explore the knowledge left by his teacher right away. Instead, he scanned the several large boxes of books he bought from Moonwater City one by one and transferred them into the tablet. As Jon said, knowledge was the most important thing for a scholar. This was why Angor wanted to transfer the books into the tablet first.
The scanning process was not easy. The tablet had a camera, but it was only in image format. The system could convert text and text, but it was limited to Earth's language. Goldspink Empire's official language wasn't available in the system.
Besides, the system only supported Earth characters, so he had to save all the pictures in a folder. When he had time, he would translate them into Chinese one by one.
By the time he finished scanning all the books and sorting them out, it was already a week later.
After scanning the book, he had nothing else to do. Plus, his life on the sea was monotonous. Alan and his sister were both busy with their channeling methods and never came to visit him. He felt even more lonely and bored.
With a trace of curiosity, he began to explore the information in the holographic tablet.
At first, he read some papers published by famous scientists on Earth. However, he soon realized that most of the data in those papers were only useful for the environment Earth was in. So, he stopped reading them and only tried to absorb some of their ideas.
Later on, he began to read more and more books. Sometimes, when he was bored, he would open the literature and entertainment folder, listen to music from Earth, and read some grassroots novels that were not related to literature.
After reading a lot of novels, Angor finally understood why his professor said in the letter that he should live a better life than the main characters in novels.
Those shameful words like "If the heavens want to destroy me, I will defy the heavens; if the gods try to stop me, I will slay the gods" made Angor feel awkward. However, there were also some time travel novels that suited his taste, and he enjoyed reading them as well. At least he could kill time by reading them.
After reading so many novels, Angor's curiosity about Earth grew stronger. He wished he could visit the metropolises on Earth and see what a prosperous, high-tech world looked like. What Angor did not know was that the literature and entertainment section of the folder contained several thousand terabytes of TV works. Any urban TV series could show him the scenery of Earth. Of course, this was a story for another day.
One day, Angor reorganized the files in the holographic tablet into Earth and this world. He also read a chapter called "Snow on Kilimanjaro" and prepared to go out for dinner.
But before he reached the restaurant, he heard a sharp whistle echoing throughout the ship.
Three long whistles and two short whistles were heard. Angor immediately realized that it was the whistle that signaled the martial law on The Redbud!
He realized what the whistle meant and put on a serious look. He quickly turned around and strode back to his room. Mara mentioned before boarding that once the ship was under martial law, everyone should stay in their own rooms.
On his way back, Angor noticed that the other talents were all talking with their cabin doors open. They were making all kinds of guesses about the martial law on the ship.
Some said it was a sea monster attack, some said it was a storm, some said the ship hit a reef, and some said the cloud whale in the sky was going to attack The Redbud … There were all kinds of guesses, but none of them were good. Everyone's faces were filled with worry and fear.
In the vast ocean, fear was a common feeling. But what made the fear grow was the unpredictable future.
Angor was worried as well, but he knew that it would not help. He did not have the ability to change himself, so he could only pray that everything would go well.
When he returned to his cabin, the first thing he did was to open the small air vent.
With the help of this small window, he observed the situation outside.
To his disappointment, he could not see anything outside the window.
He did not know when it happened, but the thick fog outside reduced the visibility to less than ten meters.
The "unknown" could always evoke people's endless imagination. Angor was still a teenager after all. No matter how mature and independent he usually was, he began to feel uneasy at this moment.
He kept telling himself that the martial law on the ship was caused by the extreme fog, and he just needed to wait for the fog to disperse. But even he did not believe this excuse. But there was nothing he could do now. He could only use the best guess to calm his restless heart.
The hour hand on the wall clock was moving bit by bit.
It was almost four in the afternoon, but the fog outside still did not disperse. The whistle of "martial law lifted" did not sound on The Redbud either.
Nothing seemed to have changed.
But at this moment, something happened.
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