The elegance of spices permeates the room, but it does not dilute the oppressive feeling here.

"You still have the face to come back? Twenty-seven alchemists and forty-two apprentices died, hundreds of alchemy machines were lost, and three carts full of precious potions were returned, but the two of you returned! ”

As the president of the Camorra Alchemy Association, the elderly Bazako is rarely angry, and he usually talks to his subordinates about making money and making money, and treats the apprentices in the association like a kind elder.

Such a kind person's face turned red at this time, and finally he couldn't get angry and smashed the ink on Snood's body, and black ink mixed with a few wisps of blood flowed down Snod's forehead.

"I've already reported the matter to the general assembly, if it weren't for your greed, how could it have become like this? Say! Why didn't you follow the predetermined route? Can't tell, do you? Well, the best outcome waiting for you is to seal the magic to expel you from the association, and if you make such a big mistake, you should think carefully about how to explain to the families of the victims, what they will do to you, and it has nothing to do with the association. ”

"I... There is no objection. ”

A cold sweat covered in cold sweat stood at the door, his face full of bitterness and helplessness.

"There are heavy discoveries on this trip to the desert, and the before and after experiences are written on the report, please take a look."

"Huh?"

Bazako, who was angry, glanced at Snod coldly, picked up the report on the table, and slowly flipped through it, turning page by page, without any special look on his face, until the appearance of a name made his pupils subconsciously contract.

"Sand thieves using magic weapons, the discovery of ancient ruins, and magic teleportation?"

"Yes, yes... Absolutely true. ”

"Where did that young scholar come from?"

Snood opened his mouth but didn't say half a word, intelligence doesn't come out of his mouth, if you want to ask, others have to say it.

“…… I don't know. ”

"Don't know? When did you not know this? And these young people in their twenties who are pretending to be scholars, you don't even have the slightest suspicion? It's ridiculous! ”

Bazako sneered, dropped the report in his hand, and asked.

"Is it understandable that you know the importance of magic tact, but let it be taken away by people who don't know the details? Do you believe that when this report is handed over to the headquarters, you immediately become a sinner in collusion with external organizations? ”

As if he had seen himself being beaten to death on the street by angry victims, or hanged on a street lamp by angry domestic hired thieves, he had to do everything he could to protect himself in order to avoid such a solution as much as possible.

"There's nothing I can do and I can't defend myself."

"How many people know the exact location of the ruins?"

"It's just me."

"Where's your student?"

"He hasn't seen the detailed map."

"Where's the map?"

"The light was not good at night, so I approached the oil lamp in order to see more clearly, but accidentally ignited it and did not rescue it."

Bazako sat down completely and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, the ruins are divided into many kinds and are of grade, the Beloka ruins are the most valuable property, even if you dig out a toilet from the Beloka period, you can seriously study it for half a year, not to mention that it is a place where the magic guide is clever and sleeping.

"What's the name of the young scholar you're mentioning?"

"He said his name was Mephis, and he didn't give his last name, but he was very personable in his manners and demeanor, and he had knowledge far beyond his appearance......"

The more Bazako listened, the more frowning he became, not to mention which stone this name popped up, the identity of a young scholar alone is enough to arouse suspicion, looking at those scholars with names and surnames in the world, 50 years old is too young! It's really an eventful season, the destruction of the expedition, the destruction of the workshop, and the sudden appearance of the library, do you dare to make some more news?

At this moment, the door of the study was pushed open, and a panting young alchemist walked in.

"Mr. Bazako, the library issued a notice saying that it will be open for any citizen to visit and read in seven days."

"It's really coming......"

“？”

Bazako's self-talk made the young alchemist puzzled for a moment, then waved his hand to tell the young man not to care, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Snood.

"The investigation team encountered a sand thief equipped with a magic guide weapon, and the association's magic guide workshop was attacked at this juncture, no one survived, someone must have deliberately betrayed the interests of the association and tried to do wrong, this matter must be investigated, you go back and wait for the fate."

The attack on the Wizard's Workshop was on the night of the murderous haunt, and the entire workshop burned down in a fire, killing all the people stationed there.

Snood secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and left the study with a sense of arrogance, leaving Bazako and his students at this time, Bazako put the text into the drawer before looking at his students.

"Tell me, what's the size of that library?"

"Here's the situation......"

The scale is definitely beyond imagination, at least beyond the current theoretical maximum of space magic.

A library built overnight is a miraculous power, it is not a trick or any other dangerous thing, any library is a sacred place of knowledge, and anyone who sets foot in the occult realm must have the most basic respect.

There is no darkness in the basement of the library, magic illuminates every corner with a soft glow, a soft carpet that feels comfortable just to step on, a sofa to sit on and savor the aroma of black tea, and a lazy warmth around the plush desk.

"Hervel, the tea is cold."

A prolonged call.

"Mephis... Master, isn't it time for you to go out for some activity? ”

"Don't worry, let me look at you for a while, tall and tall maid miss, praise."

"Please don't say it, otherwise I can't help but splash black tea on your face, and unexpectedly, even let a general like me wear such an unorthodox costume."

Mephis lay limply on her desk, her attention drawn from the Book of Flames, when she sat up with one hand on her face and called to Herveil.

"I made a bet myself, and I had to fulfill the bet with tears."

"I'm never going to bet with you again, it's all bullying, full of male-specific malice."

Hevier brought up the black tea with a tray, and then hid behind the bookshelf with her skirt embarrassed, only half of her face was exposed to avoid Mephis's gaze, and now she was dressed in a very orthodox black maid outfit, with long waterfall hair sprinkled back from the hair ornament, draped directly over the skirt and draped behind her, gently fluttering as she walked.

"It's useless for you to hide, I've memorized it all in my head, and I'll never forget such a beautiful look."

"Bastard... How disrespectful it is to use the word "beautiful" to describe me, to Zhan Ji. ”

Mephis sat up straight with sincerity, and looked at Hervier with her fingers crossed and smiling.

"I don't mean to look down on you, I prefer such a beautiful appearance to the heroic posture on the battlefield, well, I'm sorry that I only have maid clothes now, and I'll continue to make beautiful clothes when the days get better."

"I won't wear those cowardly clothes, I'll gradually rust without fighting, so hurry up and find something to do."

Mephis retracted her gaze and tasted the black tea, experiencing the hardships of the desert, and now she finally came to the end.

The Hermit's Great Library, which is Mephis's stronghold, is now the city's equivalent of an uninvited stranger, with nothing but mystery, and the most important question at the moment is how to grow and grow, rather than pushing himself to the forefront and tossing and turning in the frenzied sway.

Do you really think that the library and the mysterious curator's storage zài are for people to kneel and lick? In fact, so many pairs of eyes are looking at Mephis, the lord is waiting to see if he will bring turmoil and danger, the other organizations are worried that Mephis will parachute in and take away the benefits of the city's industry, and there are many more people who are greedy for the collection of books and knowledge.

This world does not have such excellent printing technology on the earth, although the Alchemy Society has alchemy machinery for mass production of books, but the cost of printing remains high for various reasons, books are expensive comparable to luxury goods, and some people even make a living by copying books.

In fact, there are many problems in front of Mephis, there are not enough financial resources to be fully accumulated, now there are methods, but the lack of personnel is the most nerve-wracking, there are only a few people in the library of Nuoda, which is equivalent to nothing, and it is as silent as a mourning hall, and there are few people who can be trusted, and they can be counted casually on one hand.

The system is very kind to give Mephis a chance to create a zào battle secretary, but creating a zào secretary requires high-level alchemy materials, so this option is ignored for the time being.

It's not easy to hire outsiders, according to the memory of the game era, there are very few people who can be trusted, and now at this time, most of the key characters have not yet been able to get on the stage, and Mephis can only think of two people at present, and these two people are also the next ones to look for, and Mephes can't trust anyone else.

Cultivating children in orphanages is another sustainable development route, and in addition to a few older children who can be trusted, more children will have to be trained for several years.

Either hire child labor to become black-hearted, or oppress the old man and be hated, thinking of these two options, Mephis decisively decided to become the librarian who oppressed the girl.

"Would Alicia want to work here?"

"I don't want to."

"Why?"

"Because there is no pay."

Hervier glanced at Mephis, and clenched her stomach insincerely, as the first employee to follow Mephis, she still hasn't had a satisfactory working meal, and she is so black that she can't be more black.

"It's money again! Can I choose to die? ”

"Really, great, I'll definitely help you."

The answer is no.

Mephis began to sort out the information about the grasslands, where there are many tribes, and each tribe has different attitudes towards humans, according to common sense, herbivores are relatively gentle and cautious, carnivores are relatively irritable and impatient, if you run into tribes such as maned dogs and jackals, you don't need to think much about running directly, they definitely divide people into seventeen and put them on the barbecue.

If you accidentally meet the snake tribe in the memorial service, either run or please bring your own supplements......

Doing business according to the preferences of different clans will have unexpected gains, and in the game era, players will run businesses according to these needs, often get valuable equipment items, and have a chance to open hidden missions.

Mephis ran between several different bookshelves, occasionally taking books from them to transcribe, and in the process, she also thought of many interesting characters, such as the cold rabbit man Miss Jianhao, and the cat man assassin girl who was addicted to Mu Tianli, and some interesting facts from the game came to mind one by one.

The next day, Mephis handed over a thick stack of materials to Phipley, and the fat man slapped his thigh excitedly after a few glances, vowing to make money, and if he couldn't make money, he would go to the dog.

"Then you still have to make money, otherwise with your size, the dog will definitely die afterwards, why waste a good life?"

“……”

Anyway, Phipley drove away humming a little tune.

Mephis smiled and waved goodbye, then her eyes sank and she tugged at Hervey.

"Let's go, let's follow."

"Lord Mephis?"

"If nothing else, he really can't get out of the suburbs."