Al perked up when he heard this, and asked rhetorically, "Isn't it also a mage?

"There will always be a few diehards, and on the top floor of this building, there's a big library, and there's a madman named Sheldon Nicholas, who's a terrible nuisance, but should help you. Writing "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info", when the name was spoken, Quinn showed a look of disgust like swallowing flies.

Seeing Quinn's expression, Al felt a chill. Truth be told, this Mr. Quinn Rodriguez is annoying enough, and what a god-hating figure to make him so disgusted.

But he is also very excited, except for Medea, the mages who don't know what kind of people are, through himself, maybe they can learn about the latest magical research results, which is very important for Al, who is now in a bottleneck.

Thinking that Al could no longer sit still, he politely thanked Quinn again and said goodbye, and hurried away with Freeman and little Peter.

"Don't mess into the room, some mages like to set magic traps in the room and don't withdraw when they leave, and a few unlucky ghosts died in a daze. Quinn reminded loudly as he left, watching them leave.

The servants and maids had withdrawn, and he was the only one left in the room. Quinn curled up in his chair, looking like a newborn baby, a little weak and helpless. He looked at Al's departing gate and smiled nervously, "Everyone calls me a fool, even myself. I didn't think there was anyone more stupid than me in this world, and you seem to be pretty shrewd, Al Edward. ”

He sighed softly, "It's a miserable person again." ”

The sound of "jingling" banging on the teacup is set off by a few chaotic babblings, "like crazy, like crazy." Everyone in the world laughs silly, and they don't know where their hearts hurt. Life is like a play, so stupid, so stupid. After a few words, his voice slowly deepened.

If Al were still here, he would have to laugh at Mr. Quinn again: he was still a lame poet.

Al and the group walked up the stairs for a long time, and finally reached the top floor. Al and Freeman are okay, after all, they have survived their bodies and exercised their muscles. The staircase was just a few drops of sweat at most, but little Peter couldn't hold it out. He was originally a child, and his nutrition was not good when he was a child, and he was out of breath and sweating after climbing several floors, and he could no longer walk, and finally Freeman carried it on his back.

When you climb to the top floor, the scenery is completely different from the other floors. The bookshelves are densely packed and neatly arranged, making people wonder how many books are stored here, and how much effort has been put into the collection of so many books. No matter how big a book can be, the heavy ones are just like bricks and stones, but the gathering of so many books brings an unusual sense of oppression. This sense of oppression is awe, insignificance, powerlessness, awe of the vast knowledge passed down from mankind, less than the vast wisdom contained in this knowledge, and powerless to want to learn and comprehend how much of this wisdom is more than enough but not enough.

Different from the weapon of killing life, buying the wealth of life is another more profound heaviness, which makes people kneel on the ground and bow and worship, but they want to grit their teeth and bear it.

Al looked at the huge library in front of him in amazement, and felt that the shock brought to him was like the first time he saw the Snow Fortress, which was the ultimate in human power. But admiration for admiration, after all, this is a library built by the mages, and just in case, Al asked Freeman and little Peter to stay where they were and wait for him, and walked in by himself.

Al walked briskly from one bookcase to another without encountering any danger or obstruction, and the entire library seemed empty and lifeless. Of course, curiosity prompted him to take out a few books at random and flip through them, and found that most of them were history books, and some were travelogues from various places, and as for magic books, they were really like big waves washing sand, and gold was drained in the water, and he didn't see half of them.

It took a lot of time to walk around the stairs and around the library, but Al still couldn't find anyone. But he didn't rush and kept his pace. It wasn't until he came to a bookshelf with the word "Circle" written on the label that he found an old man standing there, dressed in a white-washed robe, who was intently reading the book in his hand, and seemed to be paying attention to the arrival of Fairy El.

Al coughed heavily, and finally woke the old gentleman out of his books. Al bowed and asked solemnly, "Are you Mr. Sheldon Nicholas?"

The old gentleman didn't mind Al's interruption, and his face was still smiling. He shook his head, "I'm not Sheldon, if you really want to find him, the innermost bookshelf on the east side, you find the bookshelves labeled forged, Sheldon is probably there." ”

When Al heard this, he quickly thanked him again, and continued to look for Mr. Shelton. The old gentleman looked at Al who was far away and smiled slightly, "It's been ten years, and I finally saw a new face here." He sighed a little: "It's been ten years." But this matter was not taken to his heart, and soon the old gentleman was immersed in the sea of books.

It took a lot of effort for Al to find the bookshelf with the forged label on it, and when he looked closely, there was indeed one person there. It's just that at this moment he has a special shape, and he is lying on the ground and writing something.

The man was not wearing a robe, but a white coat. It's just that this white coat really can't be called a "white" word, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, all kinds of colors can be found on the coat, as if overturning the paint bucket, Al can vaguely see something stuck to it, but it has long become a black lump, and it is not clear to distinguish. You can smell a swishing smell from afar, and with the addition of a messy chicken nest, this one interprets the four words "raunchy" to the fullest.

Live out the image of a "Frankenstein".

Al shouted several times, but didn't get his attention. In desperation, he shouted several times, until his throat hurt, and finally the Mr. Sheldon looked up at him. His face was pale and thin, his eyes were blank, and he had big dark circles under his eyes, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and he looked like he was about to fall down at any time.

Then he lowered his head again, as if he had seen nothing, and went on writing.

The air was silent.

Al froze in place, embarrassed, and thought to himself: Is this the highest level of ridicule -- ignorance? Sure enough, it is worthy of being a character that Mr. Quinn also hates, and without saying anything, it can make people angry.