Niya's face was stern, and her face was rigid and conservative for ten thousand years, just like what she was wearing at this time, only the clothes were exposed from the wrists and above the neck.

She was fair-skinned, with a hint of the pallor of not seeing the sun for a long time. She is much taller than ordinary women, and with her old-fashioned and stern face, it is easy to remind people of the harsh grandmothers in the convent.

The slightly slender cheeks make her less feminine. The wise eyes behind the bright lenses, combined with the straight bridge of the nose, make her look unsmiling.

With a rigorous step, the custom-made cloth shoes and the cold ground barely producing the sound of footsteps, like a shepherd dog guarding the flock, Ms. Niya carefully observed the readers.

Keeping the bookstore quiet, supervising the destruction of books, and cleaning out the playful little couples is Niya's day's work.

Gradually walking to a remote historical bookshelf, Nya's tall figure allowed her to see all the movement around the bookshelf without leaning in.

A young scholar, who was slightly taller than her, with a thin body and a gentle temperament, was frowning and looking for something with a tome in his arms.

The process didn't seem to go well, and the young man rubbed his brow and gently stuffed the book back into the shelf.

Rick always maintains an attitude of gratitude and respect for books.

Books are not only the inheritance tools of human civilization, but also the crystallization of the wisdom and practice of predecessors.

"Need help?"

Niya rarely took the initiative to speak, but the attitude of the young man opposite to the books impressed the old-fashioned woman.

Rick's fingertips slid over the horizontal row of books, and when he heard this, he stopped his movements and smiled, "Yes, I need help." ”

After briefly talking about the books he wanted, Rick looked at the tall woman who was slightly shorter than himself, his eyes full of anticipation.

The Copperplate City Library is more "younger" than Rick expected. It was established only a hundred years ago, and the collection of ancient files and books is only a few hundred years old at most.

Rick didn't find any clues, so he searched the libraries and bookstores throughout the city.

This is a privately owned bookstore on a remote street with only a small number of historical readings, mostly contemporary novels and newspapers and magazines.

Rick doesn't have much time, and he has to rescue the black-robed girl, who is Chubby's sister, in the next few days. He's up against the Rose family, so no amount of preparation is too much.

Niya habitually stroked a thick leather book, the "rustling" touch of the paper and pages that helped her think.

Fingertips tapped the pages of the book, and Nia was stumped by the question at hand.

Rick needs history books that go beyond books. The kind of books that record the history of the ice fields thousands of years ago can be called "antiques".

Not to mention the copper plate city, even if it is a silver city, it is not available.

As he pondered, an annoying noise came from the hall in front of him.

"It's closed, it's closed! All out, out right away!! ”

A hint of anger flashed on Nya's stern face, and she carefully tucked the book back and walked quickly to the hall.

"Sorry, we'll talk another day."

Nya's voice contained anxiety and faint anger came from the bookshelves.

Rick raised his eyebrows and walked out.

Tall and strong, flowing in the air.

A few street ruffians armed with sticks and ruffians. Crooked neck, slanted shoulders, how to blow up the sky.

Tattoos are like their standing equipment, and their bright hair color makes them like a bright pearl, attracting the attention of those around them. Nose rings, lip rings, and even asshole rings, these people don't mess with themselves, as if they can't bring out their "cool drag".

The sticks and the fierce eyes, combined with the tall physique, soon drove out the few guests.

Niya's face was gloomy, and the corners of her eyes twitched with anger, especially when a street ruffian threw books around, which immediately ignited the anger in Niya's heart: "What are you doing? This is blasphemy against civilization! Nya's voice was so loud that her love of books made it impossible for her to stand it.

The street ruffian shook the book in his hand, and a cruel smile flashed on his colorful face: "I like to desecrate civilization, and after desecrating civilization, I will blaspheme you!" "I stomped the book under my feet and crushed it hard. The ruffian's round eyes kept staring at Nia as if he could see through her clothes.

Niya bit her lip tightly and locked her eyebrows hard: "I'm going to call the police and arrest you all!" Escaping the harassment of several street ruffians, Nia ran out of the bookstore and tried to find the patrol that usually passed by.

The street ruffians surprisingly did not stop them, but worked harder to knock down the bookshelves, take the silver thaler from the counter, and overturn magazines and newspapers. Smashing and robbing, after the process, the whole bookstore is like being ravaged by wild dogs.

The golden knife sat on the collapsed bookshelf, and the street ruffian stretched his body, holding the silver thaler money bag in his hand, and was in a good mood.

Ever since they had been hired to accept this job, every two or three days they had come here like locusts crossing the border.

This bookstore is almost the same as the establishment of Tongban City, more than 100 years ago. Quiet and peaceful is the main theme here.

But the previous shopkeeper, Niya's father, received a rare copy of "Gerir's Notes" from nowhere, which immediately caused a wave in the antique world of Tongban City.

The old shopkeeper regarded it as a family heirloom, and kept it from outsiders.

But where there is demand, there is killing.

Just like cherishing wild animals, those who actually buy these things don't necessarily need them. But aren't rich people just mavericks, and the more precious things are, the more they can show their savings?

After a few vulgar episodes, the old shopkeeper was depressed and died the year before last.

His daughter, Nia, has been helping her father run the bookstore since she was a child, and after coming out of her grief, she continued to open the bookstore.

A little woman who is helpless can easily have a feeling of "weakness".

Without her father, Niya's rigid feudal thinking did not change the dismal operation of the bookstore. At this time, it happened to be the birthday of the lord of Tongban City, and the other party had expressed his interest in this rare book of "Gerier's Notes".

The city lord may only slightly reveal his love for this notebook, but for the subordinates and those related households who have been trying to figure out the city lord's thoughts, this is a good opportunity to get the city lord to tie up.

Usually, someone just comes to ask for the price, or privately wants to buy this note. But as the city lord's birthday approached, the tactics of these people began to become intense.