Nearly tripped over a thick book covered in dust, the mad dog kicked it away angrily: Damn, why are there books everywhere!

It's really pedantic...... Looking around at the sea of books, Mad Dog frowned: this house is so chaotic that it's like a pig's nest. If you smell it closely, you can even detect a damp musty smell.

I wonder how many books are moldy?, snorting inwardly, Seresa kicked open a bench that was in the way: I bet I would open every pile of books and find a nest of paper-gnawing rats at the bottom.

Remembering the old man Legree, who had a good relationship with the knights, the mad dog narrowed his eyes: they were all fellows who had broken their brains by their studies. I always heard how much they cherished their book collections, but they all piled them on the ground one by one, and piled them up everywhere. Not only that, but these old bastards are all very eccentric - they go to great lengths to remember the location of every book on the floor, but they don't want to take the time to organize it, and they get angry when a guest accidentally steps on a book.

A bunch of incurable idiots who value face more than anything else...... Mad Dog pouted: the standard impression of a bachelor in his mind was not good, and he instinctively hated these university scholars from these schools. Even though he knew it was a bad prejudice, he still couldn't resist it—perhaps because the Bachelors had always had the impression in his mind of stubborn, stern, and uninteresting nerds.

Surely he had taken all his notes with him? Finally squeezing through the two rows of high bookshelves, the mad dog standing behind the desk stared at the desktop in a crumbling state: large stacks of books were piled on top of it, surrounding the desk in layers. If anyone sat behind a table, the person opposite him would never see him—the mountain of books was enough to cover the body of a grown male.

Sick and piling up so many books on the table? Mad Dog screamed in his heart: The books here should be relatively important and need to be read often...... But I can't go crazy when I find it one by one?

Your uncle, Nadia...... Secretly cursing the bachelor in his heart, Mad Dog felt a deep obstacle to understanding: If the books are piled up here just for the convenience of access, it is impossible to say that it is impossible at all! If the books are stacked nearly one person high, it will be more difficult to get one of them when the time comes, right?

Either start from the top and reduce the height one by one, or extract it directly...... Imagining the scene of the collapse of the book mountain after the extraction error, Mad Dog suddenly felt a desire to give it a try: it was absolutely spectacular.

Deciding to put this idea into practice, Mad Dog reached for a stack of books and jerked a book. The pile of books collapsed, and the books scattered magnificently. After a burst of satisfied laughter, Mad Dog suddenly felt extremely bored: it was obviously not interesting at all, and he didn't find it funny at all.

Just as his gaze drifted, a note on the side of the collapsed pile of books caught his attention. Squatting down to pick it up, the mad dog blew away the light dust, and took a closer look: there was something written densely on it, probably in the local Brna language.

I can't read a word...... After figuratively flipping through the pages, Mad Dog narrowed his eyes: I'll show Lusa later. Since it's on the table, it's probably significant.

Just as he dropped his notes, there was a sound of footsteps opening the door. Recognizing the steps of the two knights, Mad Dog raised his arm over the stack of books: "Knight, here I am!"

"This room is a mess. It was a long time before the knight's figure was revealed in the cracks of the bookshelves: "And there are too few routes to take...... Everywhere except for books is the bookshelf, which is like a labyrinth. ”

"Isn't it?" Glancing at the gray stove beside him, Mad Dog snorted: the stove was placed here in a decent place, but there were several tomes piled up near the hearth. The old man Nadia was definitely willing to freeze himself for fear of fire - to put it bluntly, he was a fool who had completely abandoned his roots.

"Could it be that this room has remained the same since the bachelor moved into the Cold Snow Castle?" finally squeezed to the mad dog, and the knight's tone was extremely puzzled: "At least we should clean up, it's too ...... to be so messy"

"Come on, knight. The old man himself didn't feel messy. Seresya's tone was bitter: "The guard downstairs drinking soup mentioned that before leaving, the bachelor specially asked to keep the room as it was and not to tidy up at will. I guess I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to find the book I wanted to read when I came back. ”

"Hey......" looked at Lusa beside him, and the knight sighed, "But the bachelor is dead." Even so, they didn't plan to clean up?"

"Expect them to clean up!" At the mention of this, Mad Dog was a little angry: "That bastard in charge has been drinking soup, and he doesn't even bother to look up and talk to me." You expect this guy to clean up? And then he pisses me off, guess what I'm going to do with that bastard?"

"Did you press his head into the pot?" the knight looked helpless, "Don't tell me that's true." ”

"That's it, you know me. Glancing at the knight in a little surprise, the mad dog coughed dryly, "Yo, it seems that is my flask?"

"Well, there's some hot wine in it. Untying the flask and the lanyard, the knight handed it to Mad Dog: "I just felt that something was wrong...... Why are there so many books scattered here?"

"Oh, I just collapsed a pile of books. Flipping the flask, Mad Dog unscrewed the lid and took a big sip. The bitter taste instantly spreads through the tip of the tongue and quickly invades the entire mouth. Swallowing the liquid with a look of disgust, Mad Dog frowned: "Your uncle, knight." This thing can also be called wine?"

"It's wine, indeed. The knight looked at this side with expectant eyes: "Medicinal wine, good for the stomach." ”

"his grandmother's medicinal wine, this is completely a medicinal soup! Purple blood roots, deep swamp moss, and callo leaves -- the mixture is so strong that Lao Tzu will be able to taste it in one bite!" The mad dog spat and closed the lid again: "Damn! Give me this kind of thing, you are stupid?"

"It's so bad? The knight took the flask with a puzzled expression, unscrewed the lid and took a sip. At that moment, his expression stiffened, and his whole body was frozen in place.

"Uh......" The knight's expression was extremely painful: "It seems that the taste is indeed rushing." ”

"In short, you are responsible for Lao Tzu to pour it out. Pouting, Mad Dog picked up the notebook: "Lusa, let's see what is written on it? It's all in Brna, I don't know it." ”

"Hmm. Taking the note, Lutha lifted her hood slightly, reading it carefully. After a moment, her body trembled slightly, and she said in a panicked tone, "What is written on this...... It's about the ruins underground. As the knight had guessed, the maester believed that it was hidden under the tower. ”