"Exercise 4, Page 42," Artyom whispered. The question asked about the life of a serf in a 12th-century manor. On the screen, the GDZ provided a perfectly structured paragraph about labor duties and the three-field system.
Artyom realized the GDZ wasn't just a "cheat sheet"—it was a bridge. It was the condensed wisdom of scholars, simplified so a twelve-year-old could understand the chaos of a world that existed a thousand years ago.
He deleted the copied sentence and looked back at the textbook. He didn't want to just finish his homework; he wanted to understand the world Fedosik and his colleagues had mapped out. He closed the GDZ tab, picked up his pen, and began to write his own description of a medieval fair, using the experts' guidance as a compass rather than a crutch.
He began to copy the text, but his hand stopped. He looked at the names on the digital cover again. Who were these people—Fedosik, Evtukhov, and Yanovskii? To him, they weren't just authors; they were the gatekeepers of the past, the men who decided which parts of the Middle Ages were worth knowing.
Outside, the sun was setting, but inside, the Middle Ages were just waking up.