"Lord Romong, are you here?" A carriage was parked in front of a magnificent building. A young man dressed in a druid robe came out of the carriage, and even if he didn't wear too luxurious accessories, this temperament was very unique and attractive.

The janitor of the aristocratic library at the southern end of the city, as soon as he saw the young man get out of the car, immediately came over with him.

"Here's for you, wait for me here in the evening. Romon dropped a silver coin and handed it to the man behind him.

"Don't worry, my lord, I'll come over early. The coachman nodded and said yes, basically without any objections, and agreed.

After all, a rich and generous guest like Romon is rare to meet in normal times.

When the driver left, Romon turned around and said to the janitor, "Is there a lot of people in there today?"

"Lord Romong, there are not many people in there today, if you go in, please be quiet. The janitor grinned.

He looked in the direction the carriage had departed, and his eyes were full of envy.

Nothing else, this coachman who drove Romon over to read books every day during this period of time was a small fortune.

At least, the expenses of half a year have been earned.

It's like him, he guards the door here every day, and he can't make much money.

Especially looking at the back of the young druid entering, his eyes were full of jealousy and envy.

This person just can't compare with people, thinking that he is tired and tired every day, and the money he earns in a month is not more than a fraction of what other people spend in a day.

However, this is also something that can't be helped, I heard that the young man who came is a descendant of a nobleman, although it is also said to be a high-level professional, but. Who can become a druid above level 5 who is not over thirty years old? In addition, the only people who can freely enter and leave the aristocratic library are the descendants of the nobility

The janitor did not know what kind of class the young man belonged to, but judging by his own understanding, he was more inclined to the possibility of being a descendant of the nobility.

Even the famous genius mage in the city, Fumina. It was only at the age of twenty that he had been promoted to the fifth level, and he didn't believe that there was another genius doing the same.

"Forget it, why do I think about this? No matter how much I think about it, it's also a gatekeeper's life, alas!" He was sighing, and his vigilance around the patrol had obviously dropped a lot.

Just around the corner of the street, two people who probed their brains took advantage of this time to look this way.

"I say, is that him?" asked the burly man, looking greedily at the library door.

"That's right, it's that person! I've heard it all these days. There is a rich man here in the library, and he spends hundreds of silver coins every day, and this kind of person must have a lot of money on him!"

"Even if it's a nobleman. When we rob him, we will take the money to another place and enjoy it, maybe we can mix with the commoners and nobles. Another thin man said.

The previous person listened and agreed: "Well, you're right, I'm tired of working like this every day, and when we're done with this ticket, we'll find a place to enjoy it for a few days, hehe."

As if thinking of a better life in the future, he laughed.

"Don't laugh yet, you heard what he said just now, right? I guess he won't leave until evening, let's go back and tell our leader first, and discuss what to do!" said the thin man, whose brain was a little stronger than the other, was a little impatient.

"Well, what you said makes sense, let's go back quickly. The two men spoke, and the figure disappeared around the corner.

And all this, the guards on duty in front of the library, were unaware.

On the third floor of the library, Romon sat alone in the huge reading area, with seven or eight books piled up on the table in front of him, and a thick stack of paper in front of him, and Romon holding a quill in his hand. There is fine ink next to it, and it is constantly being consulted and recorded.

At the staircase on the first floor, there is a service desk on duty, and several service staff are doing their own thing.

In the huge one-story building, it was quiet, except for the sound of Luo Meng's flipping books, there was almost no other sound.

Even the sound of breathing, people try to suppress it as much as possible.

"Still not much useful information.

He put down a book in his hand. Romon sighed softly.

He had thought that there was something useful after consulting all the maps in the city, but what he didn't expect was. The busyness of this period of time has only been exchanged for a few rough sentences.

These descriptions are not as specific as his own experience.

"It's really unwilling, and I haven't gained anything for a long time. Romon opened another book and examined it carefully.

However, after reading all the information in front of him, although Luo Meng has gained something from the situation in this world, it does not satisfy Luo Meng.

Moreover, he also showed a situation, that is. The history recorded in this city is only limited to this concubine for a hundred years. The events of 500 years ago, there is no historical information, and there is no record of the "knife......

But the history of mankind is only 500 years?

That's impossible!

Romon closed the book in his hand and fell into deep thought.

The past 500 years are similar to the time when the city was founded, but there are still many ambiguities in it, such as the replacement of the collar tip.

Of course, the change of lord is not Romone's business, but it also shows that there are many changes.

"Your Excellency. What other books are you going to read?" the office staff at the help desk saw the young man who had been sitting in the reading area approaching, and asked respectfully.

At this time, the whole library has benefited a lot.

"Is there any historical material here that I haven't read?" asked Romon as he began. "I'm sorry, my lord, these books you read today are the last batch of materials, and you have already read the rest of the materials before. The attendant replied, "Aren't you going to look at other categories of books?"

"No, forget it if you don't, by the way, send me the books I copied to the hotel!" Romon shook his head, turned around, retrieved the books he had read, and handed them to the service desk. Put away the little bit of material you copied. Head downstairs.

Most of the books on the first and second floors were of other kinds, and Romon did not lack knowledge of this, and he did not stay on these two floors for long.

When I got out of the library, it was already dark.

I have to say that when a person concentrates on one thing, time flies very quickly.

"My lord, are you out?" was the man on duty outside who he saw when he came in.

Romon nodded: "Yes." Or are you on duty?"

"No way, the shift changers won't come until after dinner. The janitor looked at the empty street and said. "Strange, why hasn't the car you hired come today?"

Yes, Romon looked up at the sky, and it was indeed not early.

On the street in front of the library, there were very few passers-by, let alone horse-drawn carriages, and even people walking by hand were counting the passers-by.

Romon waited at the door for a while. Seeing that the carriage had not yet come, he frowned, and said to the janitor, "I have gone back beforehand, and if he comes, tell him that I will not come tomorrow, and he will not have to wait for me." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a handful of silver coins. It was handed to the janitor: "This is for you." ”

"Thank you, sir, thank you, don't worry, I'll pass on your words to him. The janitor grinned, finally getting the tip.

Romon strode out into the street, intending to stop a carriage in a moment.

It was a long way from his lodgings, and there was a short secluded area in between, but Romon wanted to wander around by himself for a while, walking, and was not in a hurry.

Just then, a carriage came from behind him.

Not far in front of Romon the carriage stopped. "This gentleman, are you in a car?"

A young man's voice came from the carriage.

Romon looked at the carriage, it was still clean, and nodded: "Are you a passenger car?"

"Yes, sir, isn't this an empty car to go back, and I can make more money by taking you back. The other party replied.

Romon nodded, stepped into the car, and said a place name: "Let's go." ”

"Alright. I'll get you home in a moment. As he spoke, the curtain was lowered from the outside, and the carriage began to move.

Sitting in the carriage, Romon felt that the carriage was going faster and faster, and in the process of driving, it was quite bumpy, and he reminded in the carriage: "The carriage is slow." ”

As a result, the person in front did not answer, and Romon frowned and released the reconnaissance technique.

At this moment, the big man in front of him continued to catch the car with a concerned expression, and on both sides of the road in front. There was a group of people standing.

They all had weapons in their hands and sneered as the carriage came by.

The carriage came to a halt in front of them, and the big man who was driving the carriage also jumped out of the carriage.

"Come down, noble lord. The person outside the car said with a sneer.

The curtain was raised, and Romon stepped out of the carriage.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Luo Meng naturally understood what he had encountered. Is this a robbery?

Someone dared to rob him?

"Hand over all the money, otherwise," the big man sneered.

Romon raised an eyebrow, just about to say something. I saw a person next to the big man, looked at Luo Meng for a moment, and suddenly said with a lewd smile: "This kid has fine skin and tender meat, let him go for nothing, isn't it a pity?

The meaning of the latter words, even if they are not explicitly stated, could not be clearer.

This world, from nobles to commoners, has a certain perverted hobby for captive beautiful boys.

The person who spoke obviously saw that Luo Meng was handsome and had evil thoughts.

Luo Meng's face suddenly turned cold. He was not a soft-hearted person in the first place, and in addition, the other party verbally offended him, and the murderous thoughts followed.