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Tarks was a professional wizard before returning to Orlan from the Violet Royal Wizarding Academy, and the lord's estate was built after he was knighted by the Duke of Conlott, so when Finn and the dwarven Ringhof arrived at the door of the library, they saw a two-story Baroque building, which at first glance looked like a difference in luxury from the other houses in the manor. It can be seen that even if the former Wizard of Tarks was knighted, he did not change his importance to knowledge and book collection.

The vast majority of the wizards were scholars, and this saying that circulated throughout the coast of St. Flen Sea is true.

The gray-skinned, bearded dwarf Hofdefern greeted the two snow-sweeping servants outside the door, and then stepped forward to push open the door of the stacks, and Finn then walked with him into the interior of the building, where he saw that the interior was illuminated by countless magic crystals embedded in the ceiling, and more than eighty percent of the space was occupied by rows of three-meter-high bookshelves.

The bookshelves are neatly arranged in the stacks, dividing the space inside the stacks into many areas surrounded by small aisles like the layout of a small library, each area is marked with a sign indicating the type of books, and the shelves are neatly filled with all kinds of books at the same time, the only thing that is not impressive enough is that the space of the stacks is still much smaller than the Academy stacks of the Violet King Wizarding Academy and the Imperial Library of the Faentan Empire. Finn looked at the stack, which he had visited several times before, and felt that what he saw was not only books, but also a treasure that Terkes was proud of, but this treasure was still a long way from the grand standard.

There was a ladder on one side of the stack of the manor, and an old servant came down with a duster, and raised his hand to straighten the round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and tapped at Fain and Hough.

Finn, knowing that the old servant was the keeper of the manor's stacks, bowed humbly to him, and then walked with Hoff into the depths of the stacks, and went up the stairs that were built at a corner of the first floor to the attic on the second floor.

This time, the young paladin walked in front of the dwarven heroic spirit, and pushed open a delicate wooden door with a gilded handle in front of him.

The wooden floor in the attic room is a standard rectangle of about 30 square meters, the ceiling is about three and a half meters above the floor, and an oak bookcase about the same height as the ceiling stands next to one wall without windows.

As soon as he opened the door and entered the attic, Finn immediately felt that the environment in the attic was completely different from the first floor of the library, only to see that the light in the attic was dim, the curtains on the surrounding walls were tightly drawn, and the small space in the room gave people a strange sense of oppression. He figured that if he let a guy with a phobia of confinement come and stay here for a night, this attic would definitely suffocate him.

Lilith knelt in the center of the room in a duck position with her calves and soles on the outside of her thighs, her long skirt touching the floor, her right hand resting her forearm on the floor, and her left hand leaning over to pick up a book that had fallen on the side.

The arrival of Finn and Hoff caught her attention, and she suddenly kept lying on the ground like a black kitten picking up a book, and turned her head to look at the attic door, her dark eyes just in time to meet the gaze of Finn standing by the door.

Then, she saw Finn wave his hand with a somewhat crying and laughing expression to signal that Hough could step back first, and then shrugged his shoulders and tried to walk over to her, but as soon as he took the first step, he stepped on a thin pamphlet on the floor, and the whole person slipped under his feet, and then fell down with a "wow".

"Finn, are you alright?" Lilith straightened her waist, put her hands on her knees and held the book she had just picked up, turned her head to look at Finn who was lying on the attic floor with a blank expression, and tilted her head innocently.

"I'm fine......" Finn lifted his head and propped up an arm from the wooden floor of the attic, "but why is this mess in here?" It's like a garbage heap. ”

With that, he craned his neck, sat up from the floor and looked around, and everywhere he could see books scattered all over the place, among which Lilith was the most exaggerated, and her surroundings were littered with books that they had opened, as if she had been reading one book before this and then throwing it aside to find the next one, and the books piled up beside her had accumulated unconsciously, a large number of books were like a garbage wall built high around her, and she was a little wild cat in the deepest part of the garbage heap.

Although he knew that the little wild cat in the long black dress was actually not wild at all.

For a while, he looked at this girl who was obviously very quiet both on the outside and on the inside, and was surprised how this untidy habit of life was related to her.

If this was placed in an aristocratic family with a strict family education, he estimated that Lilith would not be punished for starving every day.

If one day you happen to slip and fall a VIP of a certain family, you may have to take a beating.

"What are you looking at?" So, after getting up from the floor, Finn looked down this time, looked down at the obstacles under his feet, and came to Lilith and bowed down to look at the book she had on his lap.

"History books." Lilith picked up the book and showed it to Finn, and on the cover of the book was "A General History of the Wasteland", written by a Fartanian scholar who claimed to have traveled through the wasteland.

Finn glanced at the cover of the book, and said to himself, I have read this book before, but some of the views expressed by the Faentan scholar in the book are too extreme and subjective, if you really want to know the migration history of the half-orc tribe, it is better to go to the slave gladiatorial arena in the capital of the empire to watch a gladiatorial performance, how bloody the picture you see on those gladiators, how cruel the history of the wasteland is.

Of course, as a player from the afterlife, Finn didn't have the kind of mind to show off if he knew something, so he reached out and cut open a small pile of "garbage walls" around Lilith, and then walked into the "garbage heap" and sat down with Lilith face to face.

Since Hough had informed him that Lilith was looking for him, he expected Lilith to have something to say to him.

The next second, sure enough-

"I calmed down and thought about it for a few days." The black-haired girl pressed a hand on the writing of the "General History of the Wasteland", her dark eyes lowered and blinked, and then she whispered, "But sure enough, I still think that I should go to the Tower of Babel." (To be continued.) )