Located in the northeast corner of d'Estaing, the Ring Hill Library is a free-standing building with a spired bell tower that resembles a small monastery. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Compared with the Great Library of Cambeth, the Ring Mountain Library is not even as large as a storeroom of the former, but it is known to professional scholars for its complete classics and mythological books, and another difference between this place and the Great Library is that it is a private library that only accepts scholars by appointment, and there are only a handful of visitors in a year. But these days, there is a group of visitors who are staying here, and Akachi is one of them.

Ironically, Akachi had no idea where he was, and for several days his activities had been confined to a single room, no one had told him which building it belonged to, and Akachi had not asked anyone about it. Tired of looking at the ceiling and fed up with being fed and dressing changed like waste, Akachi left the bed in spite of his instructions. Unable to find his coat, he ran outside the house in his shirt and staggered at the corner of the stairs.

What caught Akachi's eye was the rows of bookshelves of different shapes, including the uncommon staircase bookshelves, the traditional recessed bookshelves, the ceiling-to-ceiling combination shelves, and the matching pulley ladders. Colorful spines fill every floor of the shelves like colorful bricks, and the floor-to-ceiling windows on the east side of the library are lined with tables and benches, and some manuscripts that don't fit on the shelves are stacked in the shelves next to the desks, while the two old guys, Iger and Luesman, occupy a stool, seemingly arguing around a map spread on the table.

Akachi had imagined his situation, and if it weren't for the open windows in his room, he would have even guessed that he might be in another underground building, but he didn't guess, and he never imagined that he would be in a library.

When life was not easy as a child, but there was still freedom and dignity, he once dreamed of sitting in the library and reading a book quietly, any book was good, occasionally looking up through the window to see the wind blowing the leaves and birds flying by...... But as life changed completely, dreams became meaningless fantasies, and in the end he had no illusions, and now, these things that seemed to him in vain were all the more real in front of him.

Fate is really a treacherous prostitute.

As he walked downstairs, the clatter of his feet on the wooden steps did not attract the attention of the two old fellows, and he stood in front of a bookshelf, trying to pick out a book, when he vaguely heard the words "seven years ago" and "Lauried" in the argument between Iger and Lusman.

Instantly distraught, Akachi exhaled, and he pulled out a green book, only to see that the cover of the book was painted with a combination of a straw amulet and a chirping drum, with the title "Whistle Arrow: The Fuse of the Split between North and South Aifen".

Akachi was stunned for a moment when he took this book, wasn't the source of his elves' misfortune due to the division between the north and south of the Aifen tribe?

He threw the book behind him as if it had been burned, and the heavy history book fell to the floor with a dull thud, which suddenly made Iger jump to his feet, and his whole neck stretched like a goose in the direction where Akachi stood.

"Who?" asked Egger.

At this moment, Akaqi picked up another book from the shelf, and the book quickly fell to the ground, literally smashing it for Iger and Lusman. Then came the third and fourth......

Watching Akachi, who should have stayed upstairs to continue recuperating, made a perverse move, Egger's mouth suddenly opened wide.

"Did this book provoke you? Kill your parents?"

Iger didn't know that his words were in some ways a prophecy, only to see Akachi turn his head, his eyes empty but smiling, tearing a book along the book.

"Don't ...... Don't irritate him!"

Luthman grabbed the jaw-dropping Egger.

Akachi faintly heard the phrase "it is better to tear a book than to tear a person", and he threw the book that was about to be torn into two volumes on the ground, and looked at the mess he had created in silence, feeling as if he was back to the bloodiest scene of seven years ago. By this time, the bookshelf in front of Akachi had been empty, and he took another one from the bookshelf with a movement that could no longer be called pumping, and was about to continue to cause chaos, when the smell of food mixed with the vague scent of laurel distracted him.

Ola, with her bib in her belt, seemed to have hurried over from the other end of the kitchen. Without saying a word, the girl stooped down and picked up the scattered books, and gradually restored the chaos created by Akachi to order according to the letters marked on the shelves.

Akachi looked at Ola's serious side face and the good-looking curvature of his neck, and suddenly felt as if a trace of vitality had been injected into his body.

"Won't you tell me something?"

Akachi rarely took the initiative to talk to someone. He felt that he had always been attracted to this girl, consciously or unconsciously, distracted by the scent of laurel flowers on her body, and seduced by her sky-like eyes, but he had never heard this girl say a word. Whether it's feeding him or changing his dressing.

"Don't you blame me? It's wrong not to lecture me? Don't tell me not to do it in the future? Or do you like a neurotic dangerous person like me? You like to talk about me behind my back? Like the sense of curiosity I bring? To satisfy some of your nasty fantasies?"

Akachi's words became more and more outrageous, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became more and more frivolous.

Not far away, Lusman coughed slightly.

"Ola can't speak. ”

"What?"

Akachi looked back at the girl in front of him in some surprise.

Could it be that there is also a quiet one among the white sparrows?

"She was born with a defect in her vocal cords and couldn't make a sound. ”

Lusman inadvertently added something even more hurtful, and Iger on the side couldn't listen to it anymore.

"I can't say that, at least she can burp and try to whistle. ”

"You're going to make a serious girl whistle?"

"I'm just making an analogy, and whistling is considered indecent, so all the people who used whistles to communicate with their peers in history are all old and indecent?"

Akachi subconsciously smoothed his hair through the seemingly endless bickering of the two old fellows, and he found that Ora's face was not filled with disdain or shame by his own over-the-top question, nor was it hurt by the words of Lusman and Egger, except for a slightly wary expression. She didn't seem to mind what other people said at all, and as soon as she finished cleaning up the troubles at this end, she rushed to the kitchen to do the other thing.

Completely aside, Akachi looked at the book still in his hand, and suddenly felt that what he was doing was capricious and boring, he raised his hand to push the book back to the shelf, and then returned to the room where he was recuperating without saying a word. The moment he slammed the door, there seemed to be a sigh of relief from behind him.

Akachi sat on the edge of the bed by the window and was stunned for a moment, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. He ignored the voice, knocked on the door twice, and then opened the door and entered the room, regardless of whether he minded or not. Akachi turned around and saw Ora walking in with a plate. He watched Ola walk to the coffee table by the window and put down the plate, and when he saw her turn to leave without looking at him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Ola's wrist and dragged her to the bed with a hard pull.

Olaby Akachi was so weak that he rolled over and pressed her with little effort, or the girl did not resist at all, and he held the girl's face and forced her to look at him, so that he could see the blue eyes more clearly.

She couldn't speak, and he could only understand through her eyes why this person made him feel so unique.

As Akachi had predicted, Ola's eyes were filled with pure emotion, and his emotions were one of vigilance, not superfluous except vigilance, without hesitation, resentment, disdain, or fascination, just as she had only complete trust in her eyes when she faced the other white sparrows. Not only did these eyes fascinate Akachi, but they also caused Akachi to turn his mind to some of the humans he was about to deal with.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of play would be staged if he and Ola swapped identities. Will she uncover the scars of seven years ago without hesitation, go for revenge, or continue to wander in an inexplicable emotional vortex?

"Ora, are you alright?"

Rushman's worried inquiry came from outside the door, and Akachi suddenly loosened his grip on Ola. He began to fall into deep thought, which soon turned into a conclusion.

He wanted the governor of d'Estaing to die, and he wanted this man named Laureate not to die well. Not only because he is the sponsor of the big boss Crully, and the politician who designed to bring himself to notoriety, but also because he was the beginning of everything......