Rodrith clapped his head, his golden eyes glowing wildly. "You know me!

Who the hell am I?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Estleia said, turning around and starting to leave the library.

"Don't be afraid to face me, just as you don't dare to face the whole world!" roared Rodleys.

"Don't dare to face this world......" the historian repeated the phrase slowly, softly, and he turned his head to face the mage.

"Don't dare to face the world, Estella's calm voice is rarely disturbed by emotions.

But the anger is now spreading like ripples thrown into a pond.

'Oh, don't dare to face the world?'" Estellae's voice, like the thunder that had raged before, flowed through the library. "You know very well, old friend, that I am the world!

I've been born countless times, I've died countless times!

For every tear that falls, I weep with it;

Every drop of blood that came out of my body felt like it was coming out of my body!

Every pain, every joy, I must share with them!"

'The hands of the play are placed on the ball of the present time, you gave it to me, old friend!

I travel through the time and space of this world, recording every part of its history.

I have committed the worst crimes, and I have made the greatest sacrifices. I am a human, an elf, an ogre.

I am male and female. I've been a child, and I've killed a child with my own hands.

I've seen you in the past, and I've seen you now. If I seem emotionless, it's because that's the only way to keep me sane!

All my passion, read between the lines.

Anyone who has read my book will know what it is like to live in the body of every person in this world, to walk in every part of this world!"

Rodrith's hand loosened Estellae's robes and fell weakly to the ground.

His power faded quickly. But the mage clung to his words, even though he could already feel the cold hand of death grasping his heart.

I'm going to have to live, just a few more minutes.

Nurintari, just give me a few more minutes, he prayed as he prayed to the red-robed mage's source of mana.

He's going to understand it soon, he knows. He was going to know how he was going to live.

As long as he can hold on!

What he said to him has been recorded in the chronicles, for an unknown number of centuries.

"At that end, perfect day. Estlea's voice trembled.

"Three gods will be reunited: Paladin the Radiant, Taxis the Dark, and finally Girian, the King of Neutrality.

Each of them will have the key to knowledge in their hands. They would put the key on the altar, and there would be my book on the altar.

The story of every creature living on Candela! Finally, the world will be complete—"

Astellea was shocked to find out what he had said and what he had done.

But Rodrith's eyes could no longer see him.

The hourglass-like pupils spread, and the golden eyes next to them flickered as if they were on fire.

"Key......" said Rodrith with all his strength, "Key! I know...... I got it!"

Almost too weak to move, Rodrith reached out and pulled out an inconspicuous small package from his belt, and took out the marble-sized treasure of the dragon god.

The mage held it with a trembling hand and stared at it with eyes that were beginning to slowly dim.

"I know who you are. With his last breath, Rodrith said, "I now know who you are, and I command you to save me as you did in Sivanasti!"

Our deal is done, save me and you save yourself!"

The mage fell. His sparse white hair spread across the floor, his cursed eyes closed.

The hand holding the dragon god's secret treasure became stiff, but he refused to let go, and he clung to the dragon god's secret treasure with more strength than death.

Rodrith looked like nothing more than a pile of skeletons surrounded by red robes, lying motionless in his magic-infested library.

Estellae stared at the corpse for a long time, watching him bask in the purple glow of the two moons.

Then the historian bowed his head, locked the door with trembling hands, and left the dead library.

Back in his study, the historian sat in his chair for a long time, looking at the darkness in front of him.

"I'm telling you, that's Rodlis!"

"I'll tell you, just mention your mammoths, teleportation rings, and floating plants again. I'll strangle you with that Houpak staff!" said Hubble angrily.

"It was like Rodlis. Wade protested, but had clearly deliberately lowered his voice.

The two of them were walking down the beautiful streets of Paranzas, and the years of experience between the Kander and the dwarves had taught him the maximum that the dwarves could endure, and Hubble had been more irritable than ever these days.

"Also, I'm not allowed to disturb Lolana with these strange words. Hubble did guess Wade's idea. "There's already a lot of trouble in front of her. ”

"But—"

The dwarf stopped, glaring at the Kanders from under their thick eyebrows. "You swear?"

Wade sighed. "Oh. ”

If he hadn't actually seen Rodlis, he wouldn't have been in such a bad mood!

He and Hubble were walking through the famous Great Library when Cook's sharp eye noticed a group of librarians surrounding a man lying on the stairs.

Just as Hubble stopped to admire a dwarven sculpture across the street, the Khandians seized the opportunity and quietly slipped up the stairs to see what was happening.

Incredibly, he saw a man who looked exactly like Rodres.

He had blonde skin, red robes, and many other things that were the same in the library being carried into the library.

But by the time the excited Kander ran down the stairs across the street to grab the dwarf and push him to the library, the group had vanished.

Wade even ran to the door and knocked loudly, asking to come in.

But when the librarian who came out to answer the door saw that there was a Kander who wanted to enter the Great Library, the expression on his face was indescribable.

The embarrassed dwarf hurriedly pulled Wade away before the librarian could speak.

Swearing that this thing was a very vague concept for the people of Kinder, Wade was still going to tell Lolana, but then his mind came to the back of Lorana's face that had been pale from tiredness, sadness, and annoyance for the past few days.

In the end, he thought that Hubble might be right this time.

If it was Rodres, he might have been working on some kind of secret plan, and he wouldn't be grateful to them for suddenly visiting him.

But the Kanders sighed heavily and continued on their way.

With the stones on the ground on your feet, you can re-examine this shining city. Paranzas is well worth a visit.

The city has been known for its beauty and style since the age of power.

There is no city on the entire Candela continent that can be compared;

At least that's what humans think. The whole city is built in the shape of a wheel, and the very center of the wheel is actually the hub of the whole city.

Almost all the major public institutions are located there, with majestic staircases and elegant columns, competing here.

From this small circle in the center of the circle, the wide avenue stretches in all directions.

It is paved with carefully groomed stones (the handiwork of the dwarves, of course) and is lined with tall trees that are golden all year round.

These roads lead to the seven gates of the old city walls and the harbor to the north.

Even these gates are masterpieces of architectural history, each flanked by pairs of minarets that are almost 300 feet tall.

The old city walls were once carved with elaborate wall carvings that tell the story of the Palanzas in the dreamy age.

Beyond the old city walls is the new city. The new town has been carefully designed to match the original building, extending outwards with the same circular design with the same wide avenues.

However, there are no walls outside the new city.

The Paranzas did not like the city walls (which would ruin their overall design), and over the years, all the buildings in the new city and the old city had to be built with the overall design in mind.

The silhouette of the city of Paranzas at sunset is as beautiful as the city itself;

There is only one exception. Wade's thoughts were interrupted by a rude poke from behind by Hubble.

"What's wrong with you?" the Kanderman asked rhetorically as he faced the dwarf.

"Where are we?" said the dwarf, with his hands on his hips.

"Hey, we're ......," Wade looked around. "Oh...... Here it is, I think we ...... On second thought, it doesn't seem to be. He glared coldly at Hubble. "How did you get us lost?"

"Me?!" the dwarf thundered. "You're leading the way! You're looking at the map. You say you know the city like you're walking in your own backyard!"

"But I was just thinking about things. Wade pleaded.

"What do you want?" yelled Hubble.

"I'm thinking about something very important. Wade said innocently.

"Oh, forget it," Hubble said to himself, as he began to observe the street scene around him.

He didn't like the atmosphere around him, and there was always a very unfriendly atmosphere.

"It's kind of weird here," Wade said excitedly, just as he said what the dwarves were thinking.

"It's empty everywhere – unlike the rest of Paranzas. He looked expectantly at the empty houses lining the street. "I don't know if it's-"

"No, I can't. Hubble said. "Absolutely not. We're going back the way we came—"

"Oh, please!" Wade said as he walked towards the empty street.

They wanted to know who the dying guy they had seen before, much like the one from Rodres, was.

It's a pity that they don't have the right to enter the Great Library without permission, and Wade wants to find out the identity of that person through other means.