Chapter 732: The Library of the Female Rogue's House

In the architecture of the Dark Protoss, the "tower" is a very important thing, such as a bell tower, a lighthouse, a library tower, and a Type IV Void node - the earliest Void nodes usually only had the image of a heavy castle or a domed palace, and now those tower-shaped Void nodes are redesigned by the Supreme Dark Goddess according to her own preferences, and we happened to pass through one such node, at first I thought that all Void nodes were towers.

The Dark Protoss' fondness for the image of the Tower may have something to do with their leader's preference for such buildings, the Supreme Goddess of Darkness, who is accustomed to adorning one or two towers no matter what they build, and always making them appear just right without being obtrusive, these towering and slender towers add a lot of elegance and mystery to the palaces of the Dark Protoss, and can be said to be one of the countless artistic treasures that have been precipitated by the Protoss for so long: it is not easy for an infinitely old race to maintain the same hobby for so long.

The house of Cytis - well, let's call this murderous home exactly in the palace - of course there are also high towers, that is, what we saw at the beginning, the four huge bell towers placed in the four corners of the palace, they are the most satisfactory design of Uncle Kuvain, each tower has its own meaning, the first tower is the design of the uncle when he was an adult, and is named the Kuayin Clock Tower, the second tower is to commemorate the success of the sister, that is, the Aisari Tower, and the third tower is to commemorate the birth of Icetis, naturally called the Tower of Ice Tis, the fourth tower is for symmetry.

The meaning of the four towers is so clear, but it is rare for Lentis herself to call her four towers so conventionally, and our goddess who jumped out is used to randomly naming these lighthouses in her own way, depending on which world she has recently passed by.

The last time Bing Tis returned to the God Realm, he named them the Green Dragon White Tiger Vermilion Bird Xuanwu, but just fifteen minutes ago, they had already been honored to receive a new name: East Wind South Wind West Wind North Wind ......

I don't know what's going on with the road.,Anyway, a certain goddess is now on the mahjong bar.,At this moment, I'm deeply worried about Lin's remaining scales.,Because theoretically, the dragon god girl who always suffers has no room for resistance in the face of the rogue goddess of the strong S.。

Speaking of Linlai, Monina and the four of them had already gone back at noon, don't look at them all like that, they also have their own temples, and they have their own priesthood to take care of. But to tell the truth, I don't dare to imagine how a cook, an idiot, a general sufferer, and a good old man who can only be very good, how should they each become a dignified god with a large number of believers, especially Lynn, who will hold her head and apologize at the slightest hint of wind and grass - can she really accept the worship of all the people in the temple without being frightened and crying?

Clank Bell will always be an anomaly, or the little thing has completely forgotten who she is, and she will naturally continue to lie in my pocket, making it her official temple, and it seems that if we don't remind her, she will forget that she still has a property in the divine realm.

The divine realm also has a similar alternation of day and night in the human world, or all the regular things in the human world, such as the alternation of day and night, the change of yin and yang, etc., are actually the influence of the information of the divine realm on the outside, we came to the divine realm in the morning, and now the time is close to evening, and the enthusiastic Bingdis is leading a large group of us around her house, and she is straightforward by nature like a big child showing off her treasures.

"These bell towers are places where treasures are kept, and I used to play in them when I was a child, and I got lost several times," Iceis led us to the first tower of the temple, "This place is the library, and my father folded the space so that it could hold the countless books my mother had collected—my mother loved books, all kinds of writings, classics, files, she would collect, you see. ”

The so-called library before our eyes—if a tower larger than Karazan could be called a library if all of it were used for books—is beyond the norm, and we don't see a light source here, but a soft light fills every inch of space, and everywhere we look, the space inside the grand tower is almost all boundless bookshelves, and these simple and heavy huge shelves are floating with dark runes floating on the surface, floating quietly in the air, not only spreading in all directions. Even the sky above with no ceiling visible is filled with such bookshelves. Suspended stone staircases float slowly among these floating bookshelves, on which most of them stand one or two servants in charge of books, and in the more empty areas of the air, there are obsidian platforms with small round tables and high-backed chairs, which seem to be intended for readers.

"In the opinion of the Apostle Xiling, it is a waste to build an archive like this, and you prefer to make a simple and high-speed database, and want new information to download online - but my mother doesn't think so, she always says that the value of a book lies not only in the information, but also in its meaning as a 'book' itself."

"I agree with your mother," my sister smiled softly as she looked at the nearest bookshelf, "Can we read the books here?" ”

Bing Tisi waved his hand generously: "Whatever, just like my own family, my mother likes books, and she likes others to read, as long as it doesn't break it." ”

I was also a little curious, and reached out to take down a large, extremely heavy-looking black book from a nearby shelf, and muttered, "I hope that the little Protoss script I know can make me understand the catalog of this thing." ”

"It doesn't matter, 80 percent of the books here aren't written in words."

Bingdis's words made people stunned, but at this time I had already discovered the peculiarity of this "book": the cover of the book in my hand was pitch black, and there was not even a single symbol that could be used to distinguish it, let alone the title of the book, it looked extremely heavy, but it almost weighed in my hand.

With intense curiosity, I opened the title page of the book, which was blank.

The gorgeous and beautiful books that I held all day long when I was reviewing for the Dingle Bell make-up exam were not a thing at all.

"This ...... What is it? ”

I was amazed to flip through the book in my hand that had no words at all, and it was something that didn't even weigh it, but when I turned it, I made a crisp and pleasant sound of paper folding, and I flipped a large book to the end, and I still didn't see a word.

Bingtis looked at me with a mysterious smile and suddenly asked, "Gundogon was bitten by a flower-tailed fox when he was sixteen years old......"

"It's itchy," I pouted involuntarily and reached out to scratch my waist, "it was very windy that day...... Oh, what's going on? ”

It wasn't until I involuntarily answered Ice's question that I suddenly felt that something was wrong, who was Gundogon? Is the flower-tailed fox a god horse? What's more, I feel a sudden itch on my waist for hair?

"The name of the book is Gondogon," Iceis took the large book in my hand, patted its cover gently, and put it back on the shelf where it had been, "This is one of the varieties of books in the library, the memory of everything. Gondogon was a very ordinary mortal boy, born into a family of farmers who believed in my father devoutly, his life was unremarkable, he was born ordinary, he grew up ordinary, he learned to write his name and keep accounts with the only dark priest in the village, and at the age of fourteen he dreamed of taking over his father's land and building a new mill himself, and being bitten by a flower-tailed fox on his sixteenth birthday was a small price he paid for trying to prove his bravery to the dark priest...... At the age of eighteen, Gundogon died of a serious illness that broke out in the realm of the world, and the only dark priest in the village did not have enough power from my father to save everyone. ”

I swear this was the first time I'd ever seen Iceis speak with such a calm, even a little compassionate, and even more exaggerated, that I saw motherhood in the face of this rascal—or the love of God, or at least when she spoke of the mortal named Gondogon, all sorts of words that needed to be coded were filtered out of her mouth.

"That book is ......"

My sister asked softly.

"Gondogon is a mortal child with ideas, and the concubine can only say that. He was tormented by the brevity and obscurity of his life, after all, he was only an eighteen-year-old child - not even enough to be called a teenager in that world, and he was also one of the countless ordinary peasant children, so he knew that he would not be able to leave anything in his short and ordinary life, and that he would soon be forgotten by everyone, and at most become an eternal scar in the hearts of his parents. So he said to the priest his last wish before he died: "

"Let me be remembered, at least remember that I lived."

"The wish of a peasant kid who can only write his name and keep accounts before he dies is not to survive, but to do this...... To tell the truth, everyone thought it was a little incredible, but the priest did his duty, perhaps out of sympathy, and the priest reverently added this wish to his prayer at the funeral, and my father happened to hear this prayer, so he himself lowered his voice and told the priest and the parents of Gondogon: Well, I will remember this child. ”

"Gondogon thus became one of my mother's collections, and his soul was at peace, but his short and ordinary life was recorded here, down to the smallest detail, even his every breath. The memories of mortals are too short, so let's remember this child instead of them. Every time you flip through this book, his life becomes something in your memory, as if you watched him grow up, but you don't realize it. ”

"Uh, a...... A story that doesn't make people feel very comfortable. Lin Xue stuck out her tongue, lowered her head slightly and looked at the surrounding bookshelves from under her bangs, "Are these books like this?" ”

"Almost, the books in the library are sorted, and it's pretty much all of this information here," Bingdis led us through the countless bookshelves, "Of course, not every book is a story like this, like this one: Laguna, a cheerful dark elf, she is a comic actress who wants to let the joy she once brought to people last forever, this book records all her joyful feelings, and flipping through it can immerse you in happiness, even if it doesn't have a word. This book is the Yulin Codex, which is a very interesting alchemist, invented three hundred kinds of cheap toys that can be given to civilian children, and finally he hopes that his inspiration can be left after death, this tricky wish makes the local dark priest a headache, and the most difficult is that my mother can only let his alchemical inspiration become this codex, with this book, the most crappy alchemist will also pop up at any time with whimsical and practical good ideas, of course, only small toys can be invented. Don't bite the little bubbles, you can't eat the thing you're holding, it's the Sulai Scroll, a relic of a temple chef who recorded all the delicacies of his life, yes, that scroll is full of flavors...... Feed Sandora can't eat."

We wandered from one bookcase to another with a look of surprise on our faces, whispering in amazement as Ice introduced each one, and everyone except Sandora was somewhat familiar with the place. Every book, every scroll here, records what we remember that cannot be recorded by books and is easily forgotten, a life, a feeling, a cheerful heart throbbing, a sincere feeling...... These things are quietly turned into "books", just as their former owners wished, and become records that will never fade.

"Memories, feelings, everything," Bingtis's voice came from behind the bookshelf in front of her, "My mom loves to collect these, and my dad is always on the run to find these things worth collecting for her." The size and weight of each book is different, their volume depends on the first impression of the book by its owner, and the weight is the weight of 'information', a peasant child's ordinary life is as light as nothing, while a philosopher's lifelong wisdom is much heavier. ”

"Poof—"

With a loud bang, Lilina was pressed to the ground by a large gold book, dancing for a long time and unable to get up, while a mercury lamp hovering in the air next to her was grinning and grinning, apparently the book was pushed down by a small puppet, and then accurately smashed her lifelong rival.

"Tuham's memoirs," Bingtis said with a little emotion, and a divine servant hurriedly flew over to resist the heavy book on the back of a pseudo-Lori goddess official, "Tuham is a world of the world, a new but early death of the world, one of the worlds created by the concubine herself. It had just developed civilization and consciousness in the world world when it encountered a devastating abyss eruption, and I was unable to undo the disaster, but all the life in the world of Tuham and the consciousness of the world world itself were trying to survive, so my parents and parents helped me make this book. Obviously, it is very heavy. ”

I remembered the paper ash machine I made in my first handicraft class when I was a child, and then it was destroyed in a catastrophic fire: it set the shallow cannon on fire. Now that paper machine is still in our memory, in various ways, I think it is of the same nature as Bingtis's memory, but the results of the first handicraft class are too murderous.

"How many books are there?"

Qianqian couldn't help but ask curiously.

Bingtis shrugged: "Who knows, I said that the concept of the divine realm is vague, and there are many things that can be done with the vague concept, such as this library. There is no specific number for its collection, theoretically it has an infinite capacity, and then my mother has an infinite passion for collecting books, so its eventual size will be infinite, and the concubine even suspects that the expansion of this place will be as exaggerated as the library tower of the Brilliant Divine Court: that place is the library of God the Father. ”

It's unbelievable news again, but in just half a day in the Divine Realm, we are almost feeling normal about everything being abnormal here.

Bingtith began to lead us towards the upper level of the library, riding on the platforms that floated in mid-air. The collection of books in the library is divided into many areas, in addition to the incredible "memory" area just now, there are also data collections that record the history of the world, record the reproduction of races, record the process of genesis, etc., reference books that explain the use of various artifacts, and family encyclopedias of the gods, such as how to "have light" at once with greater efficiency. The higher you go, the more difficult it is to read books, from touching to reading to needing to master the corresponding laws to read, of course we don't know anything about those professional books, the skill system of the Protoss is not the same system as Xi Ling at all, but what makes people speechless is that Ding Dong is basically in a state of confusion at the same time as us...... The little things can't be understood from the family encyclopedia upwards.

"To be honest, I really doubt how you got into elementary school, and then how did you get your divine power."

Bingtis was very sincere in expounding his doubts about the little things.

"Divine power is innate, and when I take the exam in elementary school, I throw dice." The little thing replied cheerfully.

You can't afford to hurt the students who threw dice in the elementary school entrance exam

The library at Bingtis's house was an eye-opener, but I was more and more confused as I watched the eldest goddess lead the way and talk about the collection of books here, and finally I couldn't help but interrupt Bingdis's introduction - although my question may have been a bit rude.

"What, Bingtis, why do I think you've been a different person when you're in the library?"

Sister X goddess looked at me curiously, and didn't seem to understand what I meant, but shallow was faster than my heart, and she hit the nail on the head: "I feel like you're suddenly knowledgeable, and you don't look like a hooligan at all."

Not only does he not look like a hooligan, when it comes to a specific book, this guy is simply quiet like a polite and courteous lady, and can even say the words "Father", you must know that the best way she can call Uncle Kuvain is Daddy.

Faced with a shallow and straightforward question, Bing Tiston rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, this is a special place, the concubine still knows a little truth, and making a lot of noise in the library will be taught by my mother, and I have had enough of it when I was a child."

I don't know if it's the respect for the "library" or the psychological shadow of his childhood, but this quiet version of the rogue goddess is really eye-catching, at least I know that a certain female hooligan is not full of mosaics all the time, and she also looks like a girl at times - only now I have a second question: "Bingtis, I've heard you say so much, have you read all the 'books' here?" ”

"Of course it can't be," Bing Tis immediately shook his head, "I can't finish reading the old ** books, but I've seen all the bookshelves we passed through just now, hey, Chen, don't show that kind of look, the concubine usually fights, but the favorite is to read."

At this moment, I was shocked.

Is Bingdis' second hobby reading? Isn't it a collection of protection money?

Finding that everyone was looking disbelieving, even Sandora was grinning evilly, and the rogue goddess was embarrassed, and said angrily: "Eh, what do you mean? Forgot that the concubine was still a high-level technician before? Is it good for the concubine to directly cultivate into a high-level goddess of light as a dark god clan, a real intellectual talent."

Okay, I did forget about it, but a sister Bing Teis who likes to hold a book in her quiet time and accompany the sunset really doesn't fit the usual impression of this guy, okay?

"Hey, don't believe it," Bingtis waved his hand angrily, and then looked at the countless tomes on the nearby bookshelf with a distraction, "It's really a disappointment for the concubine, what a good thing a book is, it can touch the heart when you open it, and it can touch the enemy's head when you close it, why can't I like such a thing that can both broaden horizons and be a brick......

Ding, didn't you say it earlier, and now we believe it