The horse-drawn carriage makes a "rattle" sound as it walks on the gravel road that connects the Gate of the Terminal North with the surrounding towns. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Lemongrass is one of the villages along the White River near the mountains, and originally there was no major industry, so it was a relatively poor village. However, a few years ago, the remnants of the old empire were discovered in the nearby mountains, and it gradually became one of the areas where adventurers lived. ”

The young man's solemn voice echoed through the narrow carriage of the carriage, and although the words sounded calm, a closer look would reveal that all the information now spoken was from other sources, and that the narrator himself had little actual knowledge of them.

As he was reading the materials, a stack of papers that looked like they had just been printed, it was Suval's expression, and his expression was a little complicated. Whether it's anticipation or uneasiness, Flick, who was sitting next to him, felt full of the youthfulness that a trainee should have.

Both now wear a scrivener-style black winter jacket, as well as identification badges and notebooks. This equipment is the usual configuration of the scribe when working, and the simple design and dark color configuration are full of calm and sophisticated feeling.

However, if Flick exudes a sense of stability because of his habits, Suval is uncomfortable in his unsuitable uniform. The clothes he wore were clearly not tailor-made for him, and perhaps this was the source of the sense of instability in him.

The two of them were now the only ones sitting in the cab, and their destination was none other than the Lemongrass described in the material that Suvar was now reading. Originally, there seemed to be a few more people scheduled to go, but due to lack of manpower, they had to go together.

That was about two or three o'clock ago, and when he and Suval went to the director's office on the top floor of the Great Library to report to Director Blake for his appointment, he was deliberating with the few scriveners who were left in the library with no tasks due to lack of manpower.

"Well, Sierra Leone, welcome to our library. ”

The middle-aged man in his forties welcomed him warmly: "I've heard about you before, that you have a good job among the younger generation of scribes, and that you have the potential to become an armed scrivener—honestly, I'm grateful that he can ask you to come and help at this time." ”

Philin Black, the current director of the North Gate Library, looks a lot older than Frick expected, to be honest. If no one had reminded him that this man was only in his forties, he might even think of him as an old man who was about to turn sixty.

I don't know if it's too ironic, Akuli should only be a year or two younger than Blake, and it is obviously difficult for him to equate the Blake in front of him with Akuli.Although this has a lot to do with Akuli not being human, Blake's old age is also somewhat unexpected by him.

He has gray hair and beard, a wrinkled face, and slightly heavy dark circles...... The haggard brought on by fatigue made him more than a decade older. Although his neat outfit and well-groomed appearance had rejuvenated him a little, it was still too weak compared to the negative ones.

"As you can see - I think Acully should have told you before - we are in trouble right now because of our lack of staff. He gestured to a schedule on a wall, where there were several people whose work might not be completed even by next month.

Obviously, his "lack of manpower" is not a lie, but rather that it has become the number one problem that plagues the library. Not only Curator Blake himself, but also the other scribes in the Curator's office had a little fatigue on their faces, and they had not yet recovered their strength.

Is it worthy of being at the forefront of the expedition to the north? The Great Library of the North has never faced such a busy work. Most of the time, the scriveners were just a service of compiling materials and inspecting the publication of books, and only the investigators would be out and about every day.

However, at the Gate of the North, adventurers come and go almost every day bringing with them a variety of relics or ancient documents from different regions. While there are still a number of non-governmental organizations in the market that can be responsible for identification, those who venture out will always prefer to have them checked by professionals from large libraries.

Yes, the authenticity of these objects is unknown, but they still include many valuable artifacts - especially those that look tattered - most of which are almost unrecognizable, but some of which are still of considerable value.

Most of the work marked on the schedule is also responsible for the identification of ancient documents...... It's not an easy job. For scribes, this often meant spending a long time immersed in old books, and not necessarily finding the clue in them.

"I'm sorry that you're here for the first day...... There's not so much time left for you to rest. With that, Curator Black shrugged, "Most of my scribes have job reservations, but I didn't expect to receive a request from a nearby village. ”

He then handed Frick a large stack of papers that had just been printed, apparently motioning for him to look at the contents. He noticed that most of them were reports of surveys of a certain area, and the most crucial part was that some adventurers had discovered a hidden ruin in the depths of the mountains.

According to local scribes, it was a fairly old ruin—older than all that had ever been seen. Based on the large number of early ancient texts that have been discovered, it is even likely to be the remains of buildings such as short-term settlements founded by ancient people at the end of the mythological era.

"Is this a little too early......?" Frick muttered when he saw the initial inference of the local resident scrivener, "Although relics from the Age of Mythology have been found everywhere, it would be too bold to speculate on early ancient texts alone." ”

If all this is true, then this is undoubtedly extremely important news, and may even take a big step forward in the archaeological process of Zhongbei. His sanity, however, told him that it was most likely a false speculation, and that the ruins that had been discovered might not be so old.

"That's why I'd like you to take a look—I've heard from Akuli that you've done a pretty good job of ancient writing, and you're interested in the monuments of the end of the north. Curator Black replied almost immediately, "So I think it might be a good idea for you to solve this task." ”

Obviously, Curator Black didn't quite believe that the monument was so old, so he was reluctant to send skilled scribes when manpower was scarce. In contrast, the newcomer Flick is a suitable candidate to send – both to test his skills and to share the pressure.

Everything has been arranged, and this "task" leaves no room for him to refuse. Frick then semi-passively accepted his first assignment to the library at the Gate of the North, and Suval was also named as an assistant to him as an assistant to his destination.

If Frick were to say it himself, he had some suspicions that the coincidence had been arranged in the first place, and that the mission itself was a test of his abilities. Although he didn't yet know what kind of character Suvar was in the eyes of Curator Black, he was now under his own hands, and almost claimed that this young man was the eye he put on Frick's side, and would carefully observe how he solved the problem.

"The ruins we're going to investigate now were discovered a few days ago, and those adventurers were actually hiding from a group of dangerous monsters in a nearby cave. ”

However, Suval, who was sitting next to Frick, did not seem to know that his predecessors were suspicious of him, and still explained the goal of the mission according to the documents: "And when they accidentally smashed open a fragile rock wall, they found that there was an ancient settlement hidden behind it. ”

Just listening to these news is just another story of adventurers who are lucky enough to discover hidden ruins, and their gains are relatively rich. Luck is an important thing for adventurers, but this elusive dice often doesn't get the desired results.

Still, there are many who believe that they are one of the lucky ones who are different from the other - perhaps because there are so many such stories that so many people venture to the end of the north. But in the eyes of Flick, who is an outsider, they are mostly just a bunch of vultures rushing to the monuments for money.

Flick sometimes thinks about whether he is too cynical and likes to think in a bad light when faced with problems. But he also thought that instead of hoping for illusory good luck, it would be better to put more thought into preparing for the worst.

While Suval was still reading the papers from the village clerk, there was a slight "click" in front of him, and the carriage stopped. Frick turned his head to look in the driver's seat of the carriage, as if the coachman had something to say to them.

"Lord Scribes, your destination is almost there. ”

The small window between the carriage and the driver's seat was opened, and the slightly chubby middle-aged coachman said: "But I don't know why the road conditions ahead have become a little bad, and if you two still want to take my carriage to Lemongrass, I am afraid you will have to endure the bumps for a long time." ”

He pointed ahead, and most of the gravel road leading to the village and town had been buried by the snowfall of the past few days, and had become a little potholed.