Just then, he faintly heard voices, very soft, indicating they were still quite far away.
"Could it be the Library guards?"
He no longer hesitated and walked straight towards the source of the sound.
But the closer he got, the more he felt something was off about the sound.
The heavy breathing and the soft, cooing moans—this wasn't right, this was very wrong, this was clearly...
"Tsk tsk tsk, I want to see which pair of wild ducks are messing around in broad daylight during work hours instead of working properly."
"The world is truly degenerating, truly degenerating. I must observe with a critical eye, reprimand them righteously, and make them understand where they went wrong."
As he got closer, he saw...
That familiar bright golden short hair, that impressive broad back. Ah, this... isn't this his pile-driving old man? Who was under him?
He glanced down, then again, and again. This book is so big! Bah, these words are so white!
Because the woman was lying on her back, she spotted Eros as soon as he emerged from behind the bookshelf.
She looked at Eros, whose eyes were wide and expression peculiar, and kept pushing the man on top of her.
That man was Duke Lunka Orich Nos, Eros's father.
She pushed the Duke on top of her and said with some urgency, "Someone's coming, someone's coming!"
Upon hearing these words, our Duke's movements beneath him did not pause in the slightest, and he nonchalantly said,
"Don't worry! I had all the servants leave this morning, and they are forbidden from approaching the Library today. There's no one here now."
However, feeling the increasing resistance beneath him, he still turned his head to look behind.
Then he saw his Genius son, the Family's pride, the Duchy's rising star, staring at him with a strange expression.
Duke Lunka froze for a moment, then immediately offered an awkward but polite smile, nodding towards Eros.
Then, with one hand supporting the woman's bottom and the other grabbing her scattered clothes,
He ran off, scampering behind a bookshelf where Eros couldn't see him, to continue what they had not finished.
Eros watched this series of divine maneuvers, truly astonished.
He was speechless, only able to say '6'. His father in this life was truly '6'.
No wonder he hadn't seen anyone in the Library for so long; it turned out his extraordinary father had driven them all away.
To make space for his 'Library play,' he just hadn't expected him to have such a peculiar habit.
What made him even more speechless was that the books in this nearby area were exactly what he had come to the Library for.
The shelves were clearly filled with historical records. Were these two people here to desecrate history?
He shook his head, clearing the jumbled thoughts from his mind, and looked up at the bookshelves, hoping to find books documenting events from previous eras.
As he searched, he discovered a pattern: the closer the bookshelf was to the outer edge, the closer the books on it were to the current era.
He no longer hesitated and walked straight to the innermost part of this area.
Upon reaching his destination, with just one glance, he saw the book he was looking for: "Chronicles of the Mist Sea."
From the title, he knew this should be a book related to the Mist Sea.
He immediately wasted no time, quickly climbed the bookshelf, and took down the thick "Chronicles of the Mist Sea."
As for the dirty bookshelf and other books, tsk! Not to mention just getting them dirty, even if he climbed the bookshelf and pooped upside down on it, no one would say anything. Would anyone dare to scold him?
The book must have been wiped often, as there was not a speck of dust on its ancient cover, which made him secretly marvel.
How many books did this Library contain? Probably millions.
To wipe every single one clean would require an immense amount of manpower and resources.
To this, he could only say that feudal society was truly terrifying, and thankfully, he was now the perpetrator.
Flipping open the dark gray, ancient cover, dense paragraphs of text were written on the yellowish paper.
Perhaps the book was too old, as the ink marks on the paper had already faded.
And upon seeing the content recorded in the book for the first time, he knew he had found the right one.
This book happened to describe the matter of the Elf he had seen before, only in more detail.
After the Elf left the continent of Croya en masse, the accumulated grievances between the two most powerful Empires on the continent at that time could no longer be suppressed, and war immediately broke out.
This war dragged the entire continent into it; smoke and ash filled the air everywhere, and people were dying everywhere.
The bodies of the fallen soldiers were left uncremated, simply thrown into the great river, hoping the river water would carry them into the Sea to feed the fish.
But there were too many fallen, uncountable, and the Blood flowing from their bodies dyed the entire great river red.
The red river water flowed downstream into the Sea, stirring up waves of red in the Sea.
The war continued, and those waves of red continued to seep into the deep Sea.
Just as this war had lasted for three hundred years, on the Sea, for some unknown reason, patches of Mist began to rise.
At first, it didn't attract much attention, but this Mist spread very quickly.
In less than a year, the entire Sea was enveloped by the Mist, and all humans who entered the Mist's range disappeared without a trace, neither seen alive nor found dead.
What was even more terrifying was that this Mist continued to spread towards the land, and all coastal towns lost contact overnight.
Everyone was in a state of panic; no one knew how this Mist appeared, and no one knew if this Mist would stop spreading.
For a time, doomsday prophecies emerged endlessly, and the war was paused.
Everyone was in fear and unease, afraid that when they woke up the next morning, the Mist would have spread to their doorstep.
But just when everyone was living in constant dread, the Mist suddenly receded.
Just as it appeared mysteriously, it receded mysteriously.
It finally stopped five hundred kilometers beyond the coastline. From that time on, humanity's exploration of this world was forced to stop at those five hundred kilometers.
And those lands that had once been enveloped by the Mist, after the Mist receded, were utterly silent; all living beings had vanished.
This Mist came suddenly and receded suddenly, and seeing the eerie situation of those coastal towns after the Mist receded,
The remaining nations on the continent no longer had the heart to fight; they all sounded the retreat and began to recuperate.
But the fear brought by that Mist was deeply etched into the minds of every survivor, and thus that Era was also called the Mist Sea Era.
The first day the Mist came ashore marked the end of the Second Era and the beginning of the Third Era—the Mist Sea Era.
