He did not speak while eating or sleeping.
The whole family sat at the dining table and ate their sumptuous dinner in silence. Apart from the occasional sound of soup, they remained silent most of the time.
Only the head of the family, Algernon, would occasionally ask his wife a question or two about food. When he found out that the family did not lack anything, a faint smile finally appeared on his serious face.
"I'm full!"
André quickly finished the food in his bowl, grabbed the book, and ran back to his room.
At that moment, all his thoughts were on "Introduction to Pharmaceutics". He wanted to race against time to finish the entire book. As for dinner, he could just make do with it.
Looking at her son's agile movements, his mother shook her head helplessly and muttered, "This child, he only ate such delicious meat soup for one night. He's really obsessed."
"Mom, that's a book that records knowledge. Who knows, maybe little brother can become a respected scholar in the future." Atwood, whose mouth was stuffed with meat, shouted.
"Nonsense scholar!
We mountain people can only live in Lonely Mountain Town our whole lives. It's useless no matter how many books we read.
Eat your food. "
Bridget picked up a spoon and hit her eldest son's head. Betty and Barbara, who saw this scene, instantly burst into laughter.
However, this had nothing to do with André. He had already returned to his room and quickly flipped through the "Introduction to Pharmaceutics" book. As he read more and more, a percentage kept jumping on his retina.
50%, 51%, 52% …
It was obvious that the inexplicable System had a reaction to this book.
After all, he had read so many books, but this was the only one.
In fact, the books in this world were limited by the amount of paper they had. Usually, there would not be much content. He finished it all in just a few hours.
The moment the number jumped to 100%, the System suddenly popped up an interface.
You have learned "Introduction to Pharmaceutics". Do you want to include it in your specialization?
"Nonsense!
I'd be an idiot if I didn't! "
André cursed in a low voice and directly chose "Yes".
A second later, he felt that everything he had just read in the book had been instilled into his brain by an unknown force. Especially the first half of the book, which was very difficult to understand, now he could recognize it clearly as long as he tried to recall it. At the same time, his personal attributes had also undergone some changes.
Name: André
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral Good
Attributes:
Strength 7
Agility 15
Physique 8
Intelligence 18
Perceptive 12
Charm 11
Profession: None (Your knowledge is not enough to take up the profession)
HP: 4/4
Experience Points: 2500 (unallocated)
Specialty Points: 0
Attribute points: 0
Acquired Skills: Potioneering Beginner (You have learned a skill that allows you to concoct all potions below level 3.
But please note that all magic potions require the corresponding spells.)
After looking at the attributes list, André's face immediately showed ecstasy. At the same time, he muttered to himself, "So that's how it is!
Professional knowledge … Only professional knowledge will be accepted by the system. As long as I can get my hands on an introductory class book, I will immediately gain great power. "
Just as he was getting excited, he suddenly heard a clanging sound coming from outside the house.
That was the alarm bell that rang when Lonely Mountain Town was under attack. Without a doubt, an enemy or a wild beast had barged in …
Without any hesitation, André got out of bed and tied his quiver as fast as he could. He grabbed the crossbow on the table and pushed open the door to the street.
With the help of the bright moonlight, he could vaguely see a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the town. All of them were holding spears, forks, and other weapons, and were shouting nervously.
"Hey!
André, what's going on outside?
Did those damned orcs launch a sneak attack? "
The eldest son, Atwood, rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the house with his spear as he put on his clothes.
The head of the family, Algernon, pushed him hard from behind and scolded him in a low voice, "Shut up. Hurry up and put on your clothes and gather at the entrance.
Don't try to be brave when the battle starts, and don't stray too far from me. "
"All of you be careful!
You must come back alive. "Mother put on her clothes, her face full of worry as she exhorted.
She knew very well how powerful the orcs were. After every attack, many people in the town would hold funerals. She was afraid that the same thing would happen to her.
"Don't worry, Bridget. As long as I'm not dead, no one can harm my son."
Old Algernon hammered his chest and then led his two sons toward the entrance of the town.
Along the way, they could see all the males over the age of fourteen walking out of their houses with weapons in hand. They quickly gathered on the streets and ran toward the scene of the incident.
In reality, there were no military forces stationed in a remote outpost like Lonely Mountain Town. It was all up to the citizens to resist the invasion of the enemy.
In order to survive, all the men would consciously follow the established rules. They would walk out of their houses on their own accord when they discovered the enemy, and those cowards who had been discovered would immediately be exiled.
"André, thank you for the meat today."
"Boss André, bring me along the next time you hunt."
"André, when are you going to teach me how to hunt? Farming all day is too boring."
… …
Walking on the streets, everyone who saw André took the initiative to greet him. Some did it out of respect, some purposely trying to get on his good side, and some just wanted to express their gratitude. Especially the youths, their eyes were filled with respect and fear.
This was the prestige he had built up in this remote town over the past four years. Even the adults did not dare to underestimate him.
Outstanding hunting skills, outstanding leadership, and the fact that he often sent meat to the townspeople made it impossible not to like him, even if his personality was a little arrogant.
After all, in the eyes of most people, this young man with fiery red hair indeed had the right to be arrogant. Furthermore, as time went by, he naturally became an influential figure in Lonely Mountain Town. Some people even felt that in a few years, he could replace the old mayor's position and become everyone's leader.
However, the townspeople with little knowledge did not know that André's so-called arrogance was only a way to protect himself. He was afraid that being too close to others would cause his secret to be exposed.
The so-called outstanding hunting skills and leadership were even simpler. He only needed to instruct people to dig a trap in advance and then drive or lure the prey into it. It was easy and simple, far more efficient than using a bow to kill small animals like rabbits, pheasants, and foxes.