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Xehart cocked his head to the side, and squinted at the old man for a moment. Over a minute of silence passed after the scholar read off the directions for the cookbook, perhaps it took time for Xehart to process what he was hearing.

"You must be mistaken, sir, my Pa promised me that there would be something of value within this book. Perhaps if you could look at some of the other pages, it would mean a lot to me."

Xehart felt that something was a miss here. Was the old man just trying to fool him, had he read something different? Xehart nervously strummed his fingers on the top of the table. This was unacceptable.

"No, sir, it's not what I was looking for. Perhaps if I could take the sheet you've translated with me, and leave the book with you. I'd greatly appreciate you looking over the whole book please. I'll be back tomorrow, sir, hopefully with the carrot cake for you?"

Xehart said this all with a smile, grabbing the sheet of paper, and leaving the book with the old scholar. With that he turned, and left the cafe, standing outside the building he cursed under his breath, before looking at the sheet. He carefully read the sheet for anything that might stand out, and that's when he noticed it.

"Ingredients for success. Miss none, seek all in their most perfect state...Directions, the path to the finish. "

He hadn't noticed those lines when the old man had read them out loud. His attention had been drawn to the list of ingredients when the old man had read them.

So it seemed there was a trick to this book, a riddle at work. Xehart would need to bake this cake, or find someone that could, but first, he would need the ingredients for this cake. With that, Xehart headed to the centre of this town, where the market was located.

Upon seeing the book crumble into dust, Xehart would be filled with an instant feeling of dismay. He looked at the old scholar with rage in his eyes. The fool had destroyed his book, that was important to him, and now he had nothing, no reason to be here. He cursed to himself, before resuming his character.

"PAAAAAAA! Oh Pa, I gone done failed you Pa, I done failed you good!"

With that, the dismayed character Xehart was playing exited the cafe. He wouldn't forget the carelessness of that scholar, he was sure he had a hand in the books destruction, and he would have revenge, sooner or later.

" I SAY, IT'S LEARNING TIME!"

A young man would shout as he walked up the stairs to the second floor, towards the library.

When he was finally on the floor, a staff member noticed him and scowled at him "No reading in the library!". The young man would smile polietly, saying something in return. "HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT THE ******** UP?" , he yelled at the top of his lungs before picking up a dictionary he saw on the nearest table, it was a good thick websters one too. He chucked it at the staff member, who came crashing down.

He went up to her, poked at her side with the tip of his shoe, looked like she got knocked out cold, dictionaries always equal win.

Now the young man noticed that there wasn't any people around Except a dude drinking a shitty looking drink. He was an average looking guy, about 5' 11", weighing 143lbs so he was pretty skinny, but his body was toned. He wore thick rectangle shaped glasses, a short of 80's look, and his hair as in the form of a small 'fro with a pick sticking up near the back. He wore a simple tight black t-shirt with tight black jeans, a studded belt around the jeans for decoration rather then holding up the jeans. His feet bore black and white converse sneakers. He also carried around a black bag that was on his back, contents were a pencil case and a peanut butter sandwidch.

He'd place a chair against a wall facing the stairs, sitting on it and lounging. He picked up the closest book to him, and started reading.

" The Human Reproduction. . ."
Edited.

The young man would slouch now on his chair, preoccupied with the book he was reading, his mouth gaped opened as he murmured about the graphic detailed showed in the book. "Damn. . . I never knew that could happen. . ."

He didn't quite hear the man. Or he just ignored him. The young man would just scratch himself and continue reading. After a few seconds he would look up and notice the man against the shelf, he cocked his brow.

" Um. . . Yo?"

He grunted and slowly lifted himself off the chair, his back hunched over, too lazy to bother straightening up, the book still open by his thumb, his other fingers along the back of the book. He adjusted the pick in his 'fro and gave a grin.

"Hello sir, may I help you?"

"Sorry sir, I can't seem to do that for you, but here! have a book!"

He smiled once more at the man before closing the book, gripping it with much force. He'd c**k back the hand that held the book, then would chuck the book at the man's direction.

"No person drinking such a shitty drink can tell me what to do! HMPH!"

He blew up his cheeks to look like his mouth was full, he was acting like a child upset, and one who wanted attention.

" Shuddup!!!"

He growled at the man telling him to apologize, and seconds later two more books, dictionaries this time, pulled from the book shelf beside, would be thrown at the man with some force behind them.

Then the young man would dash forward, throwing his hand back, then thrusting the hand forward, forming a fist, hoping to strike the man in the gut. It would depend on what happened to the dictionaries, whether they hit or didn't.