With a silent change, the shelves flipped over, revealing an entrance.

Allen's hand naturally left a certain book as a switch, and his expression was dazed, and he still had a sense of trance now.

It can only be said that this kind of switch disguised as a book is simply too old-fashioned, and Alan originally just had the attitude of trying, who would have thought that it was really this.

"That's why the brains of ancient people were small. ”

It seemed that Tyron was in awe of Tyron a lot because of this, and looking at the faintly visible secret room in front of him, Alan no longer hesitated and stepped into it.

Because the hunter's instinct was still a spell, Eren could clearly see his footsteps touching some kind of mechanism on the ground, and then the bookshelf behind him was tumbling back and forth.

However, unlike just now, this time Eren did not cast the Silent Portal spell, so the slight tremor could still be heard.

Alan didn't care about the slight sound, he was already attracted by the situation in front of him.

As far as the eye can see, a huge yellow map that occupies one wall catches first, dense and neat, and each place name is so familiar.

This is a map of the entire Stellars!

There were some markings sticking to the map one after another, and Alan took a cursory look before turning his gaze away.

The structure of this secret room is similar to that of the study outside, with a desk, a bookshelf, a map, and a chair.

There were faint footprints on the ground, which were obviously left by two people, which made Alan even more convinced that the old butler must know what Tyron usually did.

"So why didn't he tell us? What's hidden in that?"

Alan was puzzled as he flipped through a notebook on his desk, the contents of which made him frown slightly.

"It's all codes? ”

He rummaged through the other papers on his desk, most of them were written down in a special encryption method, a few were not encrypted, and had little to do with Tyron's disappearance.

But here he found a manuscript of the connection between Tyron and Samuel, which gave him a more intuitive understanding of their previous purge plan-

This plan has been in the works for almost a decade!

The letter also contains a specific time to activate, but that time is running out now, and Taryn chose to disappear during this time...

"What could make him give up his plan for ten years?"

Carefully examining the various information contained in these letters, although not very comprehensive, but at a glance of the whole leopard, Alan realized that their planned purge was not at all what he had envisioned

From the distribution of the orc tribes, to the possible response of the orcs, to the specific strength of the southern lords, and even the spies hidden in the orc tribes.

These exchange letters refreshed the impression in Allen's mind, and he thought that the Great Purge was directly a dispatch of troops to kill and kill.

Secretly ashamed, Alan put down the letters in his hand and turned his head to search for others. , but nothing was found.

"Except for some inconsequential information, there is only about the Great Purge. Alan sat down in his chair and looked at the entire chamber, bowing his head in contemplation, and suddenly had doubts.

"Why is it that only the Great Purge plan has not been encrypted? Shouldn't this long-prepared plan be more cautious? Is it the least important plan compared to other encryption?"

"Or is it that the cooperation with Samuel is not so tacit that it can't be encrypted reading?

"Could it be..."

After countless lessons, Alan thought of a possibility, which made him look a little embarrassed.

"Did old Tyron guess I'd find this secret room?

"No, how can he be sure I'll be back on the reef? So this message is for Charles?"

All the clues were messed up, which made Alan more and more confused the more he thought about it, and in the end he could only be sure of one thing - Taryn must have left these things on purpose!

"So you didn't leave suddenly, but premeditated. He was more certain of the idea, but Alan couldn't figure out what Tyron was planning.

Unwillingly, he rummaged through the books in the secret room again, but unfortunately, he also gained nothing.

These books are mostly rare books, involving poetry, religion, and even folklore, and some books are even products of the last era, but they have nothing to be taken seriously

It can only be said that it is precious.

"I didn't expect old Taryn to have this hobby. Putting down a legendary opera book that had long been lost, Alan sighed slightly.

Collecting rare books was an interesting hobby, and he thought that Taryn had no desire for anything but work.

Seeing that he didn't notice it, Alan shook his head and was about to leave, but a painting hanging on the wall suddenly came into view.

It was a young woman with blond hair and blue eyes, with a gentle smile that revealed tenderness, three-dimensional features, and a remarkable temperament—the painting was cleverly placed as if she were always looking at the person sitting in the chair.

It was a portrait of Alan's mother, and it was naturally impossible for Alan not to know him. Originally, he thought that the existence of this painting was a reminder of Tyron's past, but the hunter's instinct, which had not yet dissipated, told him that there was something wrong with the painting.

"Is it a mechanism again?" Alan walked forward suspiciously, the person in the painting made him a little sad, Alan controlled himself to ignore his inner feelings as much as possible, and then it didn't take long for him to rely on hunter instinct to find the problem.

It can only be said that this spell exceeded everyone's expectations, even the scheming Tyron would not have thought that Allen's spell could cause such an effect, and it is simply unheard of to observe the unimaginable world of ordinary people.

The switch was a silver plate carved into the lampstand in the lower right corner of the mural, and it was inconspicuous, and after studying it for a while, Alan finally touched the mechanism with a drop of blood.

With a "click", the portrait is an open cupboard, revealing what is behind it—

However, before Alan could take a closer look, the mural that had just been opened was suddenly pressed back.

A slight sound of the mechanism was heard, the open mechanism was closed again and again, and everything in front of me returned to normal.

"Young Master Allen, it's not polite to rashly peek into the master's personal belongings. ”

The voice of the class butler appeared behind him, suddenly, making Alan look a little stunned.

"When did you come in?"

"I've always been there. ”

"Stealth?" Alan turned to look at him.

"You can think so. The class butler smiled.

"So, you know what I'm thinking, right?" Alan asked, the old butler's originally kind face was now full of mystery.

Hiding silently by his side for so long, if he hadn't taken the initiative to expose it, Alan wouldn't have even noticed the slightest, and after countless years of getting along, he never knew that the old butler still had such a method.

"Are you talking about me, or about the master?"

"Both. Alan pursed his lips and asked, "Can your old man solve my doubts?"

"If you promise one thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

The old butler pointed to the mural behind Allen: "You are not allowed to touch the things inside without the permission of the master." ”

This kind of requirement?

Alan frowned, what the hell was hidden inside?