Zuo Ci exhaled quietly, and couldn't help but have a trace of curiosity floating in his heart: [How could this "Molten Fire Collection" be placed in the weapon category?] ］

Before deciding whether he should reach out and take this book down, Zuo Ci stopped for nearly half a minute to think, in addition to the strange classification, he was more worried - would taking down this book alarm the book attendants guarding this library?

From the moment he entered the library, the floating acolyzer was able to control the books with a wave of his hand, and to transfer them to and from the shelves, as if the books themselves were alive, or perhaps the magical bookkeeper could sense the location of each book......

[If he could really sense it, he might wake him up by taking this book now...... Zuo Ci thought so. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Attracting the attention of the bookkeeper in this closed room has offended the alarm, and he does not dare to think about the consequences.

After thinking for half a minute, the cautious Zuo Ci decided to leave the books on the bookshelf for the time being, waiting for a chance to escape, and then take down his mission goal in one go.

In this way, Zuo Ci once again entered a waiting time that required full patience.

After another meal, he hid himself in the shadows near the weapons bookshelves, holding his breath and activating the sensory cells throughout his body, waiting for the next time the door of the library opened.

Time passed in silence, I don't know how many hours have passed, and the feeling of exhaustion gradually worsens in my mind, after all, since the last sleep, Zuo Ci has supported three days without sleep.

He knew he had to flee as soon as possible, or else he would run out of food, run out of energy, and finally not escape the fate of being captured by the Manchester court guards - what the consequences would be after being captured was unimaginable.

Fortunately, just as he was about to take out his food for his third meal since sneaking into the Library, the iron door of the Library heard the sound of three iron rings knocking on the door.

[It's coming!] Zuo Ci couldn't help but clench his fists, and a teleportation came to the weapon classification shelf, and he stood still under the book of "Molten Fire Collection".

After the sound of the iron door slamming open ceased, he heard a slight sound of footsteps, and a familiar voice, it was the voice of President Marcus: "In place of Prime Minister Albert, I have come to return a copy of the notes of this month's Imperial Council, and ask the scrivener to collect the book and register it." ”

As soon as his voice fell, he heard the sound of flipping books, and it seemed that the scrivener was routinely checking the returned items.

Zuo Ci stuck to the side of the bookshelf, poked his head out quietly, observed the rhythm of the two of them, and calculated how much time it would take to teleport to the shadows under the feet of the two, what chance did he have?

Soon, the scrivener's inspection was over, and a wave of the book returned to its rightful place.

When the book was returned, President Marcus immediately turned and walked outside.

[One step, two steps...... Zuo Ci watched his actions, silently reciting in his heart...... [Now is the time!] ］

He jumped up one by one, instantly took the book "Molten Fire Collection", and neatly stuffed it into the backpack behind him-

The scrivener seemed to sense something, and turned around suddenly, but the moment he turned around, Zuo Ci had already drifted into a black shadow passing by the shadow under his feet, and then a teleportation relay jumped into the shadow at the feet of President Marcus - just before the two red lacquered iron doors slowly closed.

"Who is it?!" Marcus seemed to sense that there was no one, and turned back, only to see the closed iron door, and there was no sign of anyone. He looked around warily, not even instinctively looking at the floor beneath his feet, but he didn't notice anything.

He hesitated for a moment, but took a step and walked on.

Zuo Ci, who was hiding behind the pillar, monitored the direction and speed of his movement through the changes in the shadow under his feet, and began to use the same tracking method used to track the robed attendant when he entered the library pavilion, and used Marcus's route to open up a way for himself to escape.

President Marcus made his way through the three circular rooms, got off the elevator, and changed to the elevator that led to another place.

Zuo Ci tracked to the elevator and waited for three minutes before going down the stairs, avoiding the possibility of being discovered by the president, and walking to the door close to the waiting hall, he finally had to show up, walking past the guards with a calm expression that had not changed for ten thousand years, and walked all the way out.

Fleeing from the Red Fort without stopping, and when he returned to the business district, it was still dawn, and he had no more thoughts, and went straight to the hotel, to his room—his physical strength was too exertional, and he was in dire need of rest and sleep now.

When I entered the room, I almost fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was time to pass.

In the past few days, he has consumed too much physical energy, although he has eaten, but after all, it is all dry flat bread, Zuo Ci rarely wants a good meal at this time, and when he tried to sneak in dangerously before, he has been using the shadow escape technique quite energetically.

When he opened the door, he found that there was the ghostly black-clothed swordsman standing against the wall with his chest hugged by the door, still maintaining the mysterious smile that had not changed for thousands of years, and praised him: "I didn't expect to succeed in one infiltration, it seems that I really didn't misunderstand you, what a great child." “

Zuo Ci continued to walk towards the staircase without squinting, and responded calmly: "I'll talk about it when I'm done eating." ”

Perhaps sensing Zuo Ci's mood of wanting to be alone for a while after his hard work had just ended, Anonymous really didn't go down with him, sat opposite him as usual and watched him eat, but continued to stand by the door of his room on the second floor until he finished eating and returned to the second floor.

"I've got the Molten Flame Collection, it's time to hand it over and end the mission, and take away the poetry and history weapons you should take and a lot of gold." Anonymous stretched out a hand and asked Zuo Ci for the task item.

"There's no hurry." Zuo Ci looked straight into his smiling eyes and asked expressionlessly, "Before I hand over this book, I now figure out what kind of book this is, and why he appears in the weapons book category." ”

"Okay, okay." Anonymous shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Of course you have no problem if you want to see the contents of the Molten Fire Set first, after all, you have worked so hard to steal it from the Red Keep Library. Take a look at it first, and if there's anything you don't understand, I'll be happy to explain it to you. ”

While Anonymous was talking, Zuo Ci had already opened the door of his room, and the two walked in one after the other.

As if the last time he checked the map, Anonymous first sat cross-legged on the floor in the center of the room, while Zuo Ci sat on the floor against the wall, took out the "Molten Fire Collection" from his backpack, and slowly flipped through it. (To be continued.) )