After a series of exams (including tests on reading and writing, sorting books, and repairing missing pages), Loria is taken to a small room where there is nothing but a chair and strange frescoes.

The position of librarian was not as unpopular as she had imagined, and when the Duchess of Aberdeen's attendants took her to a small hall by the palace square, it was already overcrowded - fortunately, despite the large number of competitors she had to face, the test that seemed to her was so simple that it killed the vast majority of applicants, and the high literacy rate was of course only found in industrial society, but those who would apply for librarianship were not able to read and write the lingua franca, and the real difficulties were Salas and Dwarven languages.

Humans are not the only civilization on the continent, at least in terms of the number of books they publish, they are far inferior to their Copperbeard Dwarves and High Elf allies.

As a result, Miss Loria, who also mastered the languages of the four clans of the Alliance, stood out.

An old lady with half-white hair and cloudy eyes walked into the room, she was the director of the royal library, and she had come to inform Loria of the final result.

"Normally, we don't hire foreigners. ”

The elderly curator seems to be suffering from a very serious eye disease, but she does not wear glasses, "not out of selfishness, but for safety reasons." ”

The library located in the palace was of course carefully screened by the staff, and Loria had been waiting in this room for hours, waiting for them to contact the consul of Dalaran - ironically, according to convention, Loria should have been counted as Lordaeron and Steinbrad, but in the past time, In her mother's hometown, it was actually the Republic of Dalaran that gave her a legal identity, and the consul in the blue robe, after contacting his home country according to the address given by Loria, also came here to testify for her in person, and somehow. He looked at Loria as if he were looking at a newly unearthed monument, cautiously mixed with speculation and doubt, and in the brief conversation with Loria, he actually spoke the Salas language of the High Elves.

"There seems to be nothing wrong with your identity, and those little aristocrats who are counting on food are too stupid. The librarian came closer, and she continued, "Congratulations. Little girl. ”

It was a long and boring process, but after a whole day of running around, Loria finally achieved her goal, she thought that with Hetty's help, she would be able to easily get the position - Loria did not believe that this customary recruitment would be so difficult for a real duke, and she could only think that Hetie, who had been sworn by her, did not fully help her for some reason.

What annoyed her even more was to come, and when she entered the palace, all her personal belongings were checked.

"What is this?"

A guard who was stupid in Loria's eyes asked, holding a fat one.

Rolling her eyes widely, Miss Loria shouted angrily, "Hat!"

If it weren't for the fact that she was a woman, she would have sworn to use magic to blast the city into the sky.

Loria grinned as she stuffed the piles of snacks and clothes back into her bag, confiscating all the wilderness survival tools she habitually carried with her. Thankfully, the bag containing bombs, swords, muskets, and exotic collectibles had been preserved elsewhere in the morning, and she had to suffer even greater losses and more interrogation.

"Every time you enter or leave, you have to be checked. ”

As Loria left, the guards reminded her from behind, causing Miss Pink to roar again.

Fortunately, the library arranged a dormitory for her, and she did not need to go in and out of the palace frequently.

After passing through the many checkpoints and showing her pass frequently, Loria found herself in a vast garden, where a large number of well-manicured flowers were dyed the colors of the setting sun, and the beauty of the scenery finally calmed her down. Although she wondered more and more why she was asking for trouble, why she didn't find a remote village to stay quietly.

But what could she do?

The invisible rules had always bound her, and without Alice, she had a very boring day, and the practice of magic was not something that could be accomplished overnight. Now she is used to practicing casually, instead of training as hard as she did at the beginning.

It turns out that the accumulation of time is more important than the enthusiasm of the moment.

Walking through the garden, dodging the patrolling guards, Loria came to a two-story domed building, which was also a large building. However, it is not at all comparable to the former Grand Library of Nomorigen, which looks less than one-sixth the size.

When Loria walked into the library, it was surprisingly large.

Not space magic or anything else, just the illusion of emptiness.

The other administrator who was supposed to work with her had apparently left early, and after closing the heavy door, the massive building seemed to become a world of its own. A world where she's the only one.

Ignoring the quietly burning oil lamp at the entrance, Loria walked straight in, and after nearly an hour of browsing the entire library, she finally found her room in the deepest part of the lounge around the corner on the second floor.

Loria lived a life of sleeping during the day and wandering in the library at night, although she was angry when she entered here, but the benefits were unexpectedly good, she didn't even ask what the salary was, but she was very satisfied with her room, clean and tidy and spacious, and when she woke up every day, she could find food on the table in the lounge that had not yet cooled.

During the day, the library was staffed with six administrators, but at night, she was the only one left in a rather loosely managed place, completely out of step with its strict entrance exams, and the people who worked during the day were all small nobles who lived nearby, so there was no need to stay overnight.

Lately, Loria feels in good spirits, and after the initial discomfort, she begins to enjoy her nocturnal kingdom - when she wanders among the tall bookshelves in the middle of the night, she imagines herself as a ghost of the library, and is happy about it.

She had never seen the curator again, and so far she had not met any readers who had been in the Evening War, so that she had the intuitive impression that the people of Steinbrad did not like to read.

In the night, as quiet as those old books, Loria could hear her own light footsteps.

Tonight, too, she wanders alone in this silence.

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