Aside from wicks and candle oil, there are no lighting spells or items that can be burned in this castle - this is to prevent the flames from posing a threat to the entire library.

Visitors are also not allowed to write in the library, but the monks of Candle Castle can write for a fee, of course—one hundred gold coins for ordinary books, and ten thousand gold coins for each book with spells.

However, Ron was only here to get information on crustaceans that could tolerate the heat, and it really didn't cost money - but when time was running out, he still couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Where the hell will it be?"

Looking at the books on the dense shelves in front of him, Ron wrinkled his nose fiercely - the Candle Castle Library is like an incomparably complex labyrinth, with countless bookshelves, and at the same time, they are constantly rotating and changing due to the different needs of each person - but the library also has an existence similar to the mage Tataring, and each bookcase is attached to a spell, allowing the library spirit to move the bookshelves and the books on the shelves at will.

At the moment, the bookshelves in front of Ron were full of information about marine crustaceans.

"That's it, right?"

With a snap of his hand, a book opened the pages from the shelf, like a bird flapping its wings and landing in front of Ron, and then the moonlight mouse began to flip through quickly, but he still didn't find anything until he reached the last page.

"Hey, little mouse!"

"Haven't you found it yet?"

Just as Ron was about to get another copy, a little Lori in a silver-white dress suddenly jumped out from behind the bookshelf and grimaced at Ron.

"It's Mirimu!"

"I haven't found it yet!"

It was the silver dragon Mirimu who stopped Ron from landing in Candlekeep in the first place, and while Ron was looking for information, she often came to Ron, although Ron was busy looking for information and didn't talk, but Ron could feel that the silver dragon in the form of a little girl had been watching him from behind his back - and today, this was the first time Mirimu had spoken.

"What the hell are you looking for, can you tell me?"

"Hmm~, I'm looking for information on a crab, it should be big enough, preferably the size of a horse, and then it must be able to withstand high temperatures. ”

And looking at the cute appearance of Mirimu with his hands behind his back and combing his double ponytail, Ron's heart suddenly moved—not because of his heartbeat, of course, but because he suddenly thought that the little girl in front of him was actually a silver dragon, with a long lifespan, and he didn't know how many years she had lived in Candle Castle, maybe she had the information Ron wanted.

Ron was right in his thinking - Mirimu was not in fact a living silver dragon, but the spirit of an ancient silver dragon, bound to the Candle Castle by Thors, the archricist of the ancient days of the establishment of the Candlekeep, to protect the books, buildings, and monks of the Candlekee.

Over the years, the lonely Mirimu had grown tired of fighting and had begun to enjoy conversation, and many times, he liked to exchange information with the visitors who came to Candlekeep—exchanging information about modern events with ancient legends she knew.

"Isn't this a crab undercooked?"

"It's definitely not delicious!"

"Let me think about it!"

Apparently the information Ron was looking for was also quite new to Mirimu, and she muttered a little strangely, and began to search for the knowledge contained in her memories - countless years of loneliness had made Mirimu enjoy reading books in the Candlekeep in addition to fighting, and the information Ron wanted seemed to have been seen in Mirimu, the place of life.

Apparently Mirimu was right, and when she touched something in her memory, she immediately remembered it.

"There it is!"

"Come here!"

The slender girl's palm waved slightly, and immediately the bookshelf in front of Ron began to spin rapidly, like a giant fan—and when the huge fan stopped, a heavy book with a fiery red cover flew down from one of the shelves.

"You can read this book!"

Lying quietly in front of Ron was a book about demons, not the one about aquatic creatures that Ron had been looking for - it was clear that Ron had gone in the wrong direction in the first place, and his key word was to tolerate heat, not crustaceans.

Turning the pages of the book, Ron's eyes are greeted by various illustrated demon atlases, lifelike - in fact, this book about the types of demons is written by the Grand Karcist Thor - with great strength, the demons in the book are all summoned by the archcist, and sealed alive in the books - and when Ron browses any book, he will open the soul link with Odom for the wise owl wise man to watch.

So, when Ron flipped to the end of the second half of the book, he got the information he wanted.

"The lava crab, which lives on the Arnrock volcano, has an abyssal bloodline, and is huge, and can grow up to the size of a house!"

"That's it!"

"Thank you, Mirimu!"

Smiling at Mirimu and thanking him, Ron made no secret of his excitement - with a specific address and a name, the extremely hot metal giant Culgin can finally officially appear on the continent of Faeron - although only two conditions are met, high temperature and carapace, no metal, but this is not a problem, as long as the time comes to feed some more metal, Culgin will have an incomparably hard body.

And the addition of Culkin has increased the strength of Ron's side again - although Broken Tooth has left temporarily, plus Ron himself has a total of four mythical beasts, even if he is facing a weak divine power, he can already fight against it.

"You're welcome!"

"But based on the principle of equivalent exchange!"

"I helped you find the information, and you need to get paid back!"

"No problem, how much do you need to be paid?"

As the leader of the Moonlight Rat Clan, the entire Moonlight Rat of Ascatra is amassing wealth for Ron, although Ron is not a rich country, but in Ron's own thoughts, it is no problem to pay some gold coins that the dragon likes - Ron has already begun to look through the space bag around his waist, thinking about what kind of number Mirimu will report.

But instead of asking for the gold coins that the dragon had always loved, Lori waved her white arm again, and immediately the bookshelf in front of Ron spun again—this time, and a book with a somewhat familiar cover flew down from the shelf.

"I don't need to be paid, you can tell me the follow-up story!"

“............”

Speechlessly, looking at the book in Mirimu's hand, Ron had a strange expression - because at this moment Mirimu was holding the "Trail of Light of Azeroth" that Ron had given to the monks of Candlekeep a few days ago - the book had obviously been enchanted by the monks of Candlekeep, otherwise it would not have been able to fly in the air.