"Royal Library? What brings you to this question?" "When I was cleaning the books, I found a rental agreement. It said that a separate bookshelf was opened in the library. There must be a lot of books stored there." Last night, she compared the books with the bookshelf and found that they could not fill the gaps on the bookshelf at all. Then most of the books should have been transported to the library. She felt that as the adopted daughter of the landlord's friend, she should return these things to their original owners. The owner hasn't been found yet, but I can take it back first... Take it back and put it away. When you get back, explain the matter to Madam. She will definitely come and deal with it. "It's what I should do." Coman nodded, but his brows were still furrowed. "But you have to be prepared to return empty-handed." "……Why?" "The Royal Library is a very old, very old organization... Yes, you heard it right, they are an 'organization'."
Coman's tone was somewhat serious: "The kingdom here is not established by the current Sara royal family. It is different from other kingdoms. Its heritage is even older than the Sara Kingdom. Legend has it that it is related to ancient kings and even oracles." "As to what exactly happened, you won't find the answer on the market because someone deliberately cleared the information." "Unless you can join the most prestigious university in the Sara Kingdom, Pusilint University, and gain their trust with the recommendation of your mentor, they will likely open the door to you." “Otherwise, anyone who wants to take back the deposited books will need a receipt.” "Without proof, even His Majesty cannot seize the books there by force." Is it so troublesome... The scene changed, and a girl in a new dress stood at this end of the road, staring at a very imposing clock tower building across the street. It is at least seven or eight stories high, with a bell tower on top and a ladder-shaped staircase below that is ten meters wide at the top and twenty meters wide at the bottom. Above the main entrance is a Roman-style triangular eave with the characters "Royal National Library" carved on it. "Mr. Coleman guessed that I had no evidence, so he said that..." She recalled what Coman had said to her that morning. "But how can I join Pusilint University? I have just escaped from the illiterate class at best. I don't even need to be a gatekeeper, let alone a student." Evidence... Not to mention that she had never heard of that thing, even if it really existed, it would have been torn into pieces and eaten by rats and insects in the past 40 years. She guessed that the voucher should be something like a note or an IOU, and that such a carrier could not be expected to be preserved for a long time. So there was only one way left for her. Taking out a small lipstick-sized bottle and unscrewing the cap, Hitzfeld sprayed it on his hair and body. This is the perfume most valued by the lady. Although her excuse at the time was "a little gadget I made because I had nothing to do", the expression on her face when she looked at this thing was not ordinary. It should be very valuable. It is the most special and precious bottle of all perfumes.
Can I sneak in with this thing? "..." Hitzfeld actually had no hope for this. The people who review it are not robots. They can't release it unconditionally just by testing the smell. But she had to give it a try; she couldn't bear to go back like this. The strong but not pungent fragrance suddenly faded after it attached to her body. After sniffing it, she was surprised to find that it had produced a magical change. It's just... if you don't smell it carefully, you can hardly smell it. But even if you walk more than ten steps, come back to the original place after a while, you can still catch that faint fragrance by smelling the air. Great. Even though Hitzfeld knew nothing about perfume, she knew how difficult it would be to make this change. Fortunately, I didn't use this bottle rashly before. Otherwise, Mr. Coleman would probably go crazy. After getting everything ready, Hitzfeld patted her skirt and crossed the street, lowering her head and following some people who were obviously rich or noble up the stairs. As she passed by, people would stop and sniff, frowning, their eyes wandering around, searching the surroundings. She lowered her head as much as possible and quickly passed them through the gate. As soon as I entered the door, the cold air disappeared. The room was warm and people were queuing in front of the counter. Diagonally opposite the counter was another tall bar with a sign in front of it: Two-way bookshelf rental. This must be what I'm looking for. Hitzfeld pushed through the crowd, not daring to look at the burning gazes. He almost trotted to the platform, tiptoed and said, "I want to pick up the book!" This platform is too high... She was at least meters tall, and her eyes couldn't be level with the table without standing on tiptoe. "Tie." A drooling voice came from behind the counter, accompanied by a gasp. The girl handed over the note. "1943? Um... Dawson Literature Society's bookshelf..." "Yes." She was nervous and looking forward to it. It is best not to provide credentials. It is best not to provide credentials.
"But you can't pick up the book without a certificate. You should know the rules..." It’s over. Hitzfeld rolled his eyes. "But the credentials of Dawson Literary Society...don't worry, I'll check it first..." There was the sound of pages turning again. "...?" Hitzfeld was puzzled. If you have a certificate, you have it. If you don’t have it, you don’t have it. What's there to check? It's impossible that the owner of the house painted her portrait 40 years ago and let others go unconditionally just by seeing this face? "That's right..." The drake's voice started again. At the same time, there was a burst of intensive sniffing and gasping sounds. “This taste… is indeed correct.” "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had proof? You're wasting time..." A round metal plate with "5-53" printed on it was thrown up. "Let's go quickly!" "Go up to the fifth floor and show this to them. They will take you there." …… Meanwhile, on the fifth floor. "This is the bookshelf you are looking for, Miss Xia." "According to the rules, we will deduct your membership points in the library." "I know, I know, it's so annoying!" Waving her hand to sweep away a figure, Xia Yibing stepped into a bookshelf and searched carefully among the rows of books. "Hitzfeld... Hitzfeld..." "Ha, found it." Pulling out a book called "Family Secret History", she leaned against the cabinet and began to read it. "A mysterious girl suddenly appeared..."
"Let me see what's wrong with you..." Chapter 32: Chrysanthemum Fly Xia Yibing trusts her intuition very much. For ordinary people, this would increase their risk of death. But for extraordinary people, it was just the opposite. She had been saved by her intuition many times. This time was no exception. When she heard the word "Hitzfeld", she felt that it was very important, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but she just couldn't remember it. "I am 100% sure that there is nothing wrong with my memory, so there is only one possibility." As she flipped through the book, Xia Yibing's eyes became brighter and brighter. "It is this information that has been given a 'command' in the name of the goddess. Anyone who has heard it will be forced to forget it!" It was this realization that made her temporarily put aside her worries and return to her hometown. There is a lot of evidence that the Eclipse Church intends to expand its influence in the 1980s. But her instinct told her that she shouldn't stay there. The path she should take is to follow her inner guidance and figure out these problems step by step. "Hitzfeld... Hitzfeld..." She turned to the directory corresponding to the first letter of the surname, pressed her finger on the page, and moved down one character at a time. "found it!" Finally seeing the long-awaited [Hitzfeld] entry, Xia Yibing was cheered up and immediately turned to the corresponding page to start reading. As soon as she turned it over, her brows frowned slightly. One page on the left and half of the right side, together, take up less than a page. "Even the "Secret History of the Family" only has this much content..." She was a little surprised. "Family Secret History", the name of this book seems mediocre at first glance. But how should I put it...this mediocrity is what makes it scary. Just like the equally mediocre and sleepy-sounding book titles such as "The Secret History of Sarah", "History of Gods" and "Venn Diagram", it itself represents the pinnacle of a field. Xia Yibing was sure that even if she searched the entire Sara Kingdom, there would not be any book that recorded family secrets better than "Family Secret History". Even this book only has less than one page of content, how mysterious must this family be... But, on the other hand, this also proves that my choice was correct. She suppressed all unnecessary emotions and began to study the records carefully. "'Hitzfell Manor - a possibly the most mysterious place in the world'."
"'Legend has it that this manor always exists at the moment when the four seasons change. Only if you step into the manor at that moment can you be lucky enough to become a guest of the manor.'" "'In the manor, the morning is spring, the noon is midsummer, the afternoon is late autumn, and at night it automatically turns to winter.'" "'I know that if I write these things here, some people will think I am crazy. I must be too old to mobilize my 'spirit' and I am seeing fantasies and hallucinations in the dream world...'" “'But I want to say that I am the lucky one. In the following pages, I will lead those who are reading this article into a magical world...'” …… "The fifth floor... is this the place?"
