"It sounds like it's already happening. Sitting at a round table that was too long to be necessary, Clark suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the dome of the vast room.

It is said to be a round table, but in fact, the thing in front of the Lord of the Gray Tower is more like a counter with a circular outline. Countless anthill-like passages had been dug into the entire circular tabletop, and many waiters in various robes were shuttling in and out of their work. However, compared to the rest of the round platform, the area where Clark was located was noticeably quieter, and there were no other seats within fifty paces on either side, except for the passage where the waiter who received him stood. Around this round table are countless large and intricate bookcases, which are as large as a dozen meters high, and so low that they require at least a ladder to see the top.

But the most amazing thing is that these bookshelves are not dead objects displayed on the ground, they seem to move as if they have their own life almost all the time, and even many of the bookcases themselves are suspended in mid-air, and the flow of the bookcases makes the space outside the round table as dazzling as a maze. If you were to count the stacked books, you would have to count them in ten years.

However, in the eyes of the original gray robes, these books that were carefully wrapped in heavy covers were not worth mentioning at all, and although this library seemed to be huge, the knowledge it actually contained was only a small part of the Gray Tower Library. Not to mention the fact that many of the writings that have been revered as classics by the masters here are errors and repetitions. After all, this place is just a good place to store it, and at least the caretaker will take care of every book.

"I'm really sorry, the results of the inventory haven't come out yet. Please wait a little longer, Master!" the waiter, who was carefully flipping through the books brought by the Lord of the Grey Tower, misunderstood the words of the grey robe outside the counter. He immediately apologized in a panic, and in an almost pleading tone, he hoped that Clark would give him some more time.

The gray robe glanced at the other party, sighed lightly, and stood up from the chair. "I was thinking that one last time to see what those sworn guys could do, but instead, you built a cage for yourself, which is really funny. I'm going to put these books here, and I don't think anyone will come to pick them up, and those little ones don't have the heart to go back and read the basics right now, so I'll think I'm going to sponsor you one last time. Well, you can relay these words to them as they are, I don't have time to accompany them here. ”

The waiter immediately stood up when he heard this, although he could not fully understand the books brought by the gray-robed man, nor did he know the man's face, but he understood that the other party must be a master of the way of magic, no, even beyond the scope of what the word master could express. The value of such an existence is incalculable, and the waiter has already made up his mind, even if he lies on the ground and pulls the corner of his clothes, he can't let him leave like this!

Unfortunately, before he could cross the counter and rush up the sleeve of Laclark's coat, the Lord of the Grey Tower had already disappeared with a chuckle. Only the sound of books being knocked to the ground, and the waiter who leaned out of the counter halfway out of the counter stared at the empty chairs in amazement. "How is this possible? how can someone cast a spell in the Great Library!" his voice drew the eyes of the others at the round table, and the armored guard walked up with a frown, asking what was going on here.

"Don't you see? the gray-robed man! he's using a spell here!"

"What are you talking about? All spells are banned in the Great Library, it's something that the apprentices know. Besides, we've been patrolling the area and we've never seen anyone in a gray robe. ”

"But these books! Look at these books! They are clearer than any of them here, and they all point to the truth!"

The guard's brow furrowed even deeper, and he looked at the books in the waiter's hands, the bindings of which were clearly different from those in this library. The encapsulation made of animal skins gives them a wild and quaint look. The guard looked around for a moment, nodding his head to indicate that there was nothing of interest here. "Watch your words and deeds, newcomer. Everyone knows that only the writings of the masters are the essence of magic, and you are only too young to be deceived by wild wizards who don't know where they came from. The big library wouldn't need this nonsense. ”

"Nonsense?" the waiter looked at each other in horror, stacking all the books on the table together and clutching them tightly to his chest, he shook his head, "These are not nonsense, I ask to see the master! they will understand the value of these books!" he said, turning as if enchanted and running along the passage in the round table.

The guard snorted coldly and waved his hand to the other guards behind him, "Stop him." Don't let his madness pollute the pure library. These are extraordinary times, and there is no room for mistakes. Some of the guards nodded in agreement, and turned to the exit of the round table, trying to block the waiter from there. "Also, tell the other patrols and look for a guy in a gray robe. Most of them are unregistered wild wizards, and it is not ruled out that he is a pure liar, just like the big hat Roland. ”

"Captain, wizard in gray robes, do you think it will be—" One of the guards said hesitantly, as if he had thought of something.

The captain of the guard turned his head to look at the subordinate and said in a disdainful tone, "What do you want to say? The gray-robed wizard is nothing more than a rural legend of mortals who don't know the way of magic, and as the guardian of the City of Ten Thousand Laws, you can tell all of this. It's because that fool is as ignorant as you that he will be deceived by the wild wizards, those who practice witchcraft are all pretentious liars, and only the mage in this city is the messenger of magic!"

The guard, who had been reprimanded by his superiors, hurriedly lowered his head and used the shadow of his helmet to hide the embarrassed expression on his face. "Yes, my lord. That's what you're saying. ”

"Hurry up if you understand, are you waiting for me to show you, if that great thing goes wrong because of this, you can wait to become a frog and spend your life in the swamp!" roared the captain of the guard, and his men scattered to carry out the order.

Soon, the hurried guards centered on the library and began to search for all the people in gray robes. The waiter was also captured by the soldiers and sent to the interrogation center for interrogation, and the books he was holding were thrown into the warehouse under the Great Library as fakes by the captain of the guards, along with other forged books.

And Clark had already arrived on a cliff far away from the city, overlooking the so-called city of all laws from above. The gray robe on his body floated gently in the mountains, and above it was a pattern of trees burning in the fire. The Lord of the Gray Tower's eyes were full of magical aura, and his gaze was in the direction of the Great Library, and he smiled and said to himself, "Look, I said this is a good place to store books. ”