Although Suval seems to be a serious and rigid young man, thankfully he is not at least not so ignorant of what a "workaround" is. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info After Flick asked him to change his attitude, he finally changed his attitude a little.

"Sierra Leone, this will be your personal room from now on. ”

Although the flexibility was small, it made Frick feel a little better: "Although it is said that no one has used it for several years, the old Karak has already cleaned the place after receiving the notice from the curator, and all the utensils are new." ”

As he spoke, he clicked open the thick pine door in front of him, and the space behind it was revealed to Frick - a one-bedroom apartment of less than thirty square meters, which felt more like a medium-sized hotel than a dormitory.

Or should I say that the dormitory building itself is structured a lot like a modern hostel, whether it's the reception at the front desk, or these individual rooms that are arranged side by side. In particular, the old carpet spread on the floor exudes a smell reminiscent of the middle of the empire.

This reminded Frick of his student days, when the college only provided the most basic accommodation for students at the time, and the internal structure of those rooms was somewhat similar to that of this dormitory...... Of course, the utensils in the dormitory are obviously not comparable.

Now this private room is located on the innermost side of the top floor of the dormitory, as if in a corner where one would forget that there was such a room. Originally, he thought that this would be a dusty room, but he didn't expect that the truth would be so far from his imagination.

Frick's gaze crossed Suval's shoulder, and he could see every corner of the room clearly. An inward corridor connects the bedrooms inside, while the wall on the left hand side of the corridor apparently surrounds a small cubicle, presumably an en-suite bathroom in the individual room.

The bedroom is only about 20 square meters, and there is a bookcase, a wardrobe, a desk, a single bed and supporting facilities. These objects fill the room to the brim, but it doesn't feel crowded at all.

"You say it's a private room?" he looked at Suvar with some confusion, but the other party obviously didn't know what he was wondering about, "Well, you know, a third-level scrivener like me should be slightly worse than what the library can provide according to the 'regulations'. ”

In fact, the so-called "worse" is already a modified term, which means that the prescribed ration provided by the Great Library of the North to a third-class scribe like them is only a four-person shared library and a library. The person who can use the personal room must be at least a high-ranking scrivener at the level of administrator or above.

This is also a matter of course, after all, this dormitory is only provided free of charge by the library, so naturally it will not be much better. And if a scribe has enough money, he can of course choose to rent a house near the library - Flick, for example, is one of them.

If Suval hadn't told Flick that the room had been unused for a few years, he would never have been able to tell that fact from anywhere in the room. It's like someone is cleaning it every day, the interior of the room is fairly clean and everything is neatly arranged.

In comparison, his own rental house near the Great Library was much more messy, and although it wasn't as full of books as the underground stacks, it wasn't much better. If it hadn't been for the fact that Aculi had forced him to clean it when he visited, I am afraid that the rental house would be flooded with books sooner or later.

The furniture, which apparently looked like a factory mass-produced, was the same as the room had always had, and the price was not much different from that of the Frick's rental. And these bedding are probably the spare items kept by the library, and they were taken out after receiving the notice from Akuli.

In a word, the contents of this room have the same level of cheapness as it does - which is one of the reasons why Flick feels like a hotel. But no matter how cheap these things may be, they clearly shouldn't be for a three-skill scrivener.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know why. ”

Suval was stunned for a moment, and then he hesitated as if searching for words: "The curator gives the order, and I do as he is told—that's it." If you have any doubts about this arrangement, I think you can ask him tomorrow when we report on it. ”

Clearly, Suval wasn't the kind of person to get to the bottom of his superiors' orders, and that might not be surprising given his identity. At least from this point of view, he is quite qualified as an "executor...... Although this is not the most important quality of a scrivener.

In this way, he is clearly the kind of person who understands that "knowing too much is not a good thing". While it may be possible to trust his ability to keep secrets, this naturally means that he won't find much information from him—and it is possible that even if he knew, he wouldn't have spoken out on his own initiative.

In that case, there was no point in going on, so Frick put his luggage aside and said, "Okay...... If this is the curator's kindness, then there is no need for me to refuse. Now that I've been transferred here, he's supposed to be my immediate boss. ”

He had never met Blake, the director of the North Gate Library, before, and had only heard of him from some related materials or conversations between colleagues. Although there is a difference in age, unlike Akuli, who is a demon man, he is indeed a real human.

It is said that he had a deep knowledge of all related fields as a scrivener, and although he could not catch up with Akuli because of his race, his level far surpassed that of many of his peers. Especially in the study of monsters and herbology, he has even published several monographs, and has a reputation in the academic world no less than that of Akuli.

It is said that "it is better to see than to hear", and in the past Frick had only heard of this man in rumors, and had also seen this name on the title page of some books. However, he had never imagined that he would meet such a rumored person in such a way at such a time.

As he watched Frick leave his luggage by the door, Suval remembered that he was still blocked in the hallway into the inner bedroom. He took a step back in a bit of a panic, making way for Flick to get into the depths of the room with the luggage.

At the same time, as if remembering something, he said in a scripted tone: "The cafeteria in the dormitory will serve meals every morning from six to seven thirty o'clock, from twelve to thirteen o'clock at noon, and from six to eight o'clock in the evening. There are also some good restaurants near the library, such as 'Lemongrass' across the street and Glass's shop. ”

Probably something like some "common sense" about living here, but there is some useful information for Frick. In addition to meals, Suval also provided information on all kinds of daily life, from shops to public baths.

It was clear that these were the shops he frequented, and most of them were close to the library, and it was clear that he had spent some time compiling information before that. Thanks to him, Frick gained a better understanding of the nearby road structure - there were quite a few trails in the neighborhood.

After explaining these things clearly, he finally said, "Well, I will take my leave today." The curator has asked me to take you to his office tomorrow morning at eight o'clock to report, so I hope you can rest here tonight, and I will be there before half past seven. ”

With that, Suval bowed to him with some restraint before turning and slowly leaving the door of Frick's room. Looking at the back of the young man who was a few years younger than himself gradually moving away, Frick somehow felt a strange feeling in his heart.

How many years has it been since he has been treated with such a "respectful" attitude by others? Thinking about it like this, he can only let out a helpless dry laugh -- after all, he also knows that he is not good at communicating with people, and he has never had an aura worthy of respect in his identity.

While thinking about these miscellaneous things in his head, Flick closed the door casually, and slowly walked to the windowsill of the bedroom. Looking out from the windowsill, you can see rows of low, old-fashioned buildings nearby, and the White River dividing the city into two sides in the distance.

Sure enough, if you look at it from a different angle, you will feel as if this new city has a different look - it is no longer a "gateway to the north" full of impatient adventurers and hurried merchants, but a wonderful gate to the distant land, mixed with old laws and new order.

Obviously, it is now almost completely different from when his father visited, and Frick knew that he would not be able to find any clues about his father here. Anyway, a message from a certain will sent him and led him to this door.

What exactly is waiting behind the door?

To be honest, he didn't know - but that didn't mean he didn't want to know.

The scribe is the recorder and may also be the discoverer, depending on what object they are targeting. Frick had avoided getting into anything about his father in the past, because he had always been afraid of the almost "inevitable" answer.

It may be said that he tried not to try to seek answers, but he did not expect that the answers would one day come to the door and force himself to pursue them. It is not that people are seeking knowledge, but that knowledge is seeking people - what Ecully once said seems to have been fulfilled in strange places.

"Well, maybe it's time to welcome a new life. ”

He whispered.