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. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The position of librarian was not as unpopular as she had imagined, and when the Duchessess of Aberdeen took her to a small hall off the palace square, it was already overcrowded - fortunately, despite the large number of competitors she had to face, what seemed to her was a simple test that killed the vast majority of applicants...... High literacy rates are of course only found in industrial societies, but those who come to apply for librarians are not able to read and write the lingua franca, and the real difficulties lie in 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.

"Normally, we don't hire foreigners."

The elderly curator appears 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 for staff, and Loria had been waiting in the 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 homeland, it was the Republic of Dalaran that had given her a legal status...... The consul in the blue robe, after contacting his home country at the address given by Loria, came here to testify for her...... 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 doesn't seem to be anything wrong with who you are, and those little nobles who are counting on food are too stupid." The librarian stepped 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 pair of cotton wool pants.

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 kept 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 have always bound her, and leaving Alice has made her every day extremely boring...... The practice of magic is not something that can be done 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.

……

In this way, Loria lived a life of sleeping during the day and wandering around the library at night, and although she was angry when she entered here, the benefits were unexpectedly good...... She didn't even ask what the salary was, but she was happy with her room, which was clean and spacious, and when she woke up every day, she could find food on the table in the lounge.

During the day, the library has six administrators, but at night, she is the only one left...... It was a rather loosely regulated place, completely incompatible with its strict entrance exams, and the people who worked during the day were all small aristocrats living nearby, so there was no need to stay overnight.

Finally having a stable, healthy routine for vampire Lori, Loria recently feels like she's in good spirits; After the initial discomfort, she began to enjoy her nocturnal kingdom - she imagined herself as a ghost of the library in the middle of the night, wandering among the tall bookshelves, and was 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. (To be continued.) )