"Whew, I'm finally done!"

Karl wrote as hard as he could, until his tired wrists ached, and he finally copied all the manuscripts requested by the monastery before the last rays of the sun set on the horizon.

Carl stood up, moving his aching wrist as he motioned for Mama to collect the manuscript. The day's copying work had come to an end, and faint candlelight appeared on the desks of the copying rooms, and the mothers were busy shuttling between the copying rooms, collecting and checking the manuscripts that had been written one after another.

Some of the scribes had already packed up their tools and were ready to leave, others were still struggling to write a little more before they were received, and some were gathering in groups to chat between the columns and the courtyard.

Karl was not in a hurry to leave, and as a benefit of a scribe, he could go to the monastery's library and borrow a book only by copying a copy when he returned it to repay the cost of borrowing.

The library, on the west side of the plaza where the Transcription Room is located, is a tradition of the Old Magic Empire, a tower that towers into the sky - the mages of the Old Magic Empire liked to build tall and upright mage towers to show their presence and authority, and this habit was carried over after the collapse of the Old Magic Empire, and people habitually believed that knowledge should be stored in the tower.

Carl followed Levi and Georgie through the corridors covered in the shadow of the tall city walls to the only tower where outsiders were allowed to visit.

Walking up a flight of steps and past two statues of sword-wielding heroes, Carl came to a huge space. Overhead is a pointed double-vaulted roof, veneered in wood, and painted in sky blue, decorated with golden lily motifs.

At the foot was a black and white marble floor, and a few steps away there was a tall column, then another, and then another, and the hall was deep with seven large columns, supporting the double-vaulted stone in the middle of the transverse center.

On all sides of the hall, along the thick walls of the high walls, between doors and doors, between windows and between columns, stand one long and tall bookcase after another. The shelves were so tall that they stretched from the marble floor to the high lily dome that the entire shelves had to be divided into three tiers, each connected by a staircase and a wooden platform.

The deputies of these ancient oak escalators have long been polished, and in the mottled texture, they reveal an ancient atmosphere that has been precipitated over time.

Out of awe of knowledge, all visitors to this place cannot help but be shocked by the huge number of books and the invisible solemn atmosphere, and unconsciously quiet.

After the collapse of the Old Magic Empire, much of the knowledge and inheritance was destroyed, and only the Church of Radiance inherited some of the knowledge from the Old Magic Empire era and kept it secret.

In the first centuries of the Church of Radiance, knowledge was equated with magic, seen as a demonic temptation, and destroyed or sealed. The church's collection of books was also tightly locked in an old tower, forbidden to be looked at.

However, with the passage of the dark millennium and the changes of the aristocratic era, the church gradually became enlightened and secular, at first it was only open to the people inside the church to the high tower of books, and gradually, because of the need for education, it was also open to the aristocracy.

By now, the great convents of Saint-Sulamel have taken on a large part of the role of public education, open to all the common people.

The Monastery of Saint-Sulamel was built during the War of the Dawns, and was one of the earliest monasteries of the Church of the Radiant, with a rich and large collection, including many of which are actually painted with parchment scrolls from the era of the Magic Empire.

The rich collection of books and precious manuscripts have even attracted many scholars to study here, and a small "academic center" has been formed around it.

Wandering among these ancient bookshelves made Carl's originally impetuous heart unconsciously calm. Originally, he didn't have any purpose, he just wanted to find some books that introduced the history, geography and customs of the world, and deepen his understanding of the world.

However, when Carl walked to the shelves with a pile of parchment scrolls, he suddenly stopped. For, I don't know if it was an illusion, he had just seen a silver key from a book, but the illusion was gone, and when he looked again, there was only a thick old book wrapped in a rough sheepskin cover.

Because of the experience of inadvertently seeing through Heidi's mermaid blood, Carl understands that the illusions he sometimes sees inadvertently are not necessarily real illusions, but are likely to be real in some kind of disguise.

Not knowing what the silver key meant behind it, Carl decided to take it off.

It is a thick and heavy ancient book, with a thick and raw parchment cover, and a simple title "Notes on Cassandra's Customs" outlined in a rough pen style.

Carl briefly flipped through it and saw that it was written in the ancient Lotta, and the content appeared to be the travel notes of a man named Cassandra, which recorded the customs and customs of many places, and also included some illustrations of maps describing local daily life and crops.

"Strange, what kind of secret is hidden here?"

Carl looked at the book curiously, the pages were made of parchment, large, thick, and slightly yellowed, and at a glance he knew that the writing was very old.

According to Carl's experience of reading through countless martial arts novels and online texts, if there is a secret hidden in such a book, it is either hidden in the mezzanine of the pages, or something secret is written in special invisible ink, or what treasure will be left behind if it is thrown into the fire and burned.

"Carl, what books are you looking for?"

Just as Carl was thinking about whether to see if the book had a mezzanine, the little fat guy Georgie also walked over.

"It's nothing, it's just a notebook of customs from the time of the Ancient Lota Empire!"

Carl generously flipped open the cover and showed it to Georgie.

Georgie was also proficient in the ancient Lotta, so he glanced at it casually and found that it was indeed a note describing the customs of the Gulusta Empire, so he was not interested.

"It turns out that you, like Levi, like to watch the history and customs of the ancient Lotta Empire!"

The little fat man Joorgie raised his hand, and he himself chose a large book: "I found a manuscript about the great sage Master Yaris, the great sage who conquered kings in the classical era, and some of the ideas are very interesting, Master Yaris, who has put forward the idea that the economy is not wealth, and the interest of money is not principal, etc., thousands of years ago......"

In normal times, Carl might have been interested in listening to Georgie's tirade, but his mind was now on the book he had just found, so he coped with Georgie a little and beckoned him to leave with Levi and Franco.