When the ordinary people had already burrowed into the bed, Loria yawned and walked out of the lounge, after a long, dreamless sleep, she felt extremely tired, and the long undisciplined work gave her a reason to be careless, and after waking up much later than usual, she walked down the stairs in her pajamas and fluffy cotton slippers.

A smell of ** caught her attention...... There are people in the library.

Not the rancid smell of the undead, but the smell of humanity, the smell of dried blood, the smell of death.

Walking up the stairs, she saw an old man sitting in the reading area with his back to her...... He was dressed in a simple robe, his hair was gray, and because of his sensitivity to food (blood), Loria noticed that the man's physical condition was very bad.

Vanilla's blood had the sweetest smell to date, perhaps because of her mysterious ability to resurrect, and Alice couldn't smell anything, perhaps because she wasn't human...... The old man sitting crookedly in the distance, smelled like dry, hard and moldy black bread to Loria, and she would never bite such a dying person.

However, the old man who smelled of death in Loria's eyes was not as old and dizzy as she had imagined...... He seemed to hear Loria's light footsteps and turned to look at her.

"It's not very much like ...... It's a lot like ......."

Muttering a few words in a dry voice, the old man in a civilian robe smiled at Loria, "Come closer, little girl, let me take a good look at you." ”

Loria was still surprised by the sudden appearance of visitors in the library at night, and even more puzzled when she heard the old man's call...... Due to certain experiences in Dalaran, she lacks trust in the white-bearded grandfather.

Weighing a little in the same way that Loka had taught, Loria was sure that she could take out the other party lightly...... There's nothing to worry about, the other party is just an old man whose life is withering...... She approached the old man as she had been told. Asked, "Do you need to borrow a book?"

The royal library did not have a specific closing time, and in addition to guarding the books, Loria remembered that her job duties did include lending and retrieving books.

"I'm not here to borrow books. The unknown old man squinted his eyes and looked at Loria as she approached, "I just came to see it out of curiosity...... Have you ever heard the story of the Ghost of the Library?"

Loria shook her head, casually glancing back at the bookshelves behind her that were hidden in the darkness, though she could clearly see the books on them. But in the eyes of ordinary humans, even the outline of the bookshelf may be ambiguous, and with the key words of night, silence and emptiness, it is indeed a good place to be haunted.

"They all said that a ghost of a young girl had recently appeared in the library...... It seems to be you. Noticing Loria's pajamas, the old man suddenly laughed, "It's very pleasant to work here...... No one likes to read, but everyone knows that they need a library to decorate the façade. ”

Loria suddenly felt that something was wrong, and thought to herself, this person must have come to check on her work, oh no! Quietly moved a few more steps to allow the chair to hide the less formal slippers and pajama pants printed with animal prints, "Work is actually very busy!"

She wasn't tired of the idle days in the library, and she didn't want to lose her job yet.

However, Loria's slightly flustered look was reflected in the old man's smile, and he slowly stood up and said, "Don't be nervous, little girl, this is your territory...... Forgive me for taking the liberty of interrupting, it's time for me to go. ”

He walked slowly towards the library door. At the end, he added a sentence that made Loria puzzled.

"Seeing you is like seeing my daughter grow up. ”

……

Loria didn't lose the little job she used to pass her long life. On the contrary, the guards who would have approached the library during their night patrols all seemed to have disappeared, and one evening, she ran into the depths of the garden outside the library without encountering a single person, as if the library had become a forbidden place...... She hadn't forgotten her original purpose of coming here, but the young princess was very well cared for. Not to mention trying to find a way to see Loka, Loria couldn't even hear from her.

She didn't feel lonely, anyway, the small talk with Dorida in the early hours of the morning was enough to satisfy her social needs for a while, and Loria spent more time pacing the empty library in casual clothes. Spend your days with books.

Loria had finished reading the books in the historic district that had caught her attention, and she turned her attention to biographies.

The written history of mankind is not as long as that of an ordinary Night Elf, and the people above the biographies seem to be nothing to mention in the face of the great deeds of the High Priest of the Night Elves, but they are superior to the number of people...... When asked what it means for humanity to become the most powerful force in the world, the first thing Loria can think of is numbers.

Although this advantage seems to have disappeared in front of the extraterrestrial super-born orcs, the civilization of the human race is still slightly ahead...... Of course, the orcs have their own civilization, but that Cheng dù is not enough to rival the humans.

What is really worrying is that the orcs in the shelters are learning human language, culture, and technology all the time, and one day, when these slaves, who are no different from humans in nature, regain their freedom, it may be the beginning of humanity's worst nightmare.

However, these questions belonged to the king and his scholars...... Loria is reading a slightly strange biography, a fairly new book that contains a story about an unknown Assassin...... Imagine how an obscure, untrained young man could destroy so many orcs as in the story, and why did he suddenly disappear without even a name?

When Loria saw that the unsung hero was carrying a little girl of six or seven years old while defeating an army alone, she threw the stupid book back on the shelf.

……

Sentry on fire, orc corpses everywhere...... Augustus counted the twisted orcs on the ground, seventeen!

For the beasts that invaded their homes, Augustus rightly compared orcs to the most humble of beasts...... However, these invaders are very powerful, how exactly did he kill them?

All he remembered was that he was knocked unconscious by an attack from the rear on his first encounter with the orcs...... An attack from the rear?

The little girl who followed him and plunged him into such danger looked at the qiē indifferently and slightly boredly, as if she were not at all afraid of the twisted corpse on the ground. (To be continued......)

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