Looking at the sky, snowflakes fluttered above the Gate of the Finale, dyeing the streets and the vast courtyard of the Great Library a white with no undulations. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The weather seemed to have taken a turn for the worse all of a sudden, and the gate of the end of the north, which had been clear for many days, was once again covered in cold air, and the citizens who lived in the city were acting as usual without care. And among these many residents, there are still people who are affected by the fluttering snowflakes and can't help but sigh.

Frick was apparently one of those people, and after deciphering the ciphertext that William Coulter had left behind in the old book, he returned to his job as Akuli had requested, while the petite demon used his room as a base to investigate Dr. Coulter's records extensively.

Frick had hoped that he would be able to do something for her investigation, but Acully refused, who seemed to think that his long absence would only attract the attention of those who were still eyeing the legacy of Dr. William Coulter.

No matter how bad the weather gets, there is no excuse for the official scribes to close the museum. Since the citizens of the Gate of the North are working hard to make a living, they naturally have to work as well - not to mention the fact that they still have important tasks to complete.

"Sierra Leone, I've heard about Dr. William Coulter, and you've worked so hard to get involved in this kind of incident. And for Frick, who was entrusted with the task of educating newcomers by Director Blake, it was also necessary to bring a young trainee scrivener to demonstrate the actual work...... If anything, he could breathe a sigh of relief, it was the fact that all of these juniors were run by Suvar.

There were six probationary scribes in this class, including Suvar, who formed the team after completing a "special expedition" to the Forest of Aein. There is no doubt that they can almost be seen as formal scribes, and now what Frick is doing is getting acquainted with the day-to-day work.

They took a horse-drawn carriage to the book market on Chester Avenue, the place with the largest stock of books outside of the Great Library at the North Gate, where a large number of books circulated every day, and all they had to do was to investigate and register the types and quantities of books in the market.

When Flick disembarks with them at the bus stop, several young men immediately show obvious disgust at the slush they have accidentally been splashed on. It's still some distance from their destination, and they have to step on the slush piled up on the ground to make their way to the book market.

"Look!"

One young man complained, "This damn weather is abominable, isn't it? This bad weather should be spent in the city sorting through the collection or deciphering ancient texts, instead of rushing to the book market with mud and troublesome with the folk booksellers—that's not what we should do at all, I say." ”

The young man walking beside him echoed his remarks, and at the same time tucked his neck into the collar as if it were a turtle. However, this did not protect him from the cold, and the snowflakes deftly burrowed into his neck through the cracks in his clothes, making him shiver with cold.

"Bear with me, for when you become a full-fledged scrivener, this kind of work will become a daily routine—not to mention that there are many more difficult tasks than this. After noticing the complaints of his companions, Suvar could only smile and say, "Besides, if you want to become a member of the Observation Bureau, you have to endure the bad weather ten times worse than this, and be prepared to fight each other with dangerous monsters." ”

With that, he put his hands in front of his mouth to warm them, and then inserted them into the pockets of his clothes, and the cold outside almost froze his fingertips. Even a native could not be indifferent to the cold, in fact, his body was trembling slightly from the cold.

But his words can still encourage his peers who are unhappy with the bad weather, after all, they are working together, and a complaint or two makes no sense to change the situation. At least it would be enough for them to be quiet, Flick gave Suval a grateful look, and led the young men through the snow to the book market at the end of the street, where there was still work to be done.

Although it is said to be a "book market", it is actually closer to the street formed by the accumulation of a large number of bookstores, and many private booksellers live here. As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of bookstores of all kinds and sizes scattered throughout the neighborhood, which is also a good sight.

Their job is to keep track of the dealings of private booksellers, and to review their bottles of magic books that may be dangerous. While it's okay to do a family survey, the young people who follow Frick probably need nothing more than a place to shelter from the wind and snow.

So he took them to a bookstore called "Library Box", which was one of the largest among the many bookstores on the street. Prominently placed on the shelves are a number of recently released bestsellers, and young customers are happily flipping through the books they are interested in – perhaps not as intellectually as the library, but it is a place for casual reading.

The shop's customers were a little unhappy that they had brought the snow from outside into the house, but they weren't interested in it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Flick's eyes swept over the book they held in their hands, and it soon became clear that it was some affordable literary reading, not what they were looking for.

So he looked at the counter, where a young man was chatting casually with the cashier who was sitting in his seat, holding a detective novel called "Labyrinth Enchantment" in his hand. It seems to be a well-known detective novel in recent times, but Flick hasn't had a chance to read it yet...... Although I have heard many people praise its excellence, I have also learned the general content of this book through the miscellaneous conversations of some acquaintances.

At the same time, the clerk standing at the counter recognized their identity from their clothes at a glance, and almost immediately walked towards Frick and the others with a smile on their faces. News of the scriveners' inspection of bookstores in recent days has spread through various channels, and if contraband can be found in the shops, it can only be said that the bookstore owner has something wrong with his brain - not to mention that these should not be easy to buy in the first place.

Frick walked over to the clerk and greeted him in a loud voice, "Hello, do you have any new books this week?" ”

He unfolded the entire identification manual in front of the clerk, and then, as if routinely, asked him to submit a copy of the book's deposit slip for review. It is a record of what the bookstore has purchased, and it is common to keep a note between the publisher and the bookseller.

While he was talking to the power supply and asking for the bill, the young people who followed him were already patrolling the store in pairs. They flipped through the various books that had been organized into categories, and at the same time recorded their data in the notebooks they carried with them.

In fact, the empire's management of book publishing was very loose, otherwise only libraries would be able to publish and print books. However, under the current regulations, not only private publishers, but also privately printed books can be circulated at will.

"If you're asking about the most recent books, this month's new books are on this side – and I can assure you that they're all good books that are legal. ”

The clerk still had a sales smile on his face and said to Frick, "As for the receipt, you may have to wait a little longer, our manager is out and it will take about an hour or two to come back." He is the only one who has the key to open the slip cabinet, so while you wait, please take note of the books in the store, and we will serve you tea immediately. ”

The clerk was very professional, and had probably dealt with many inspections by other scriveners before Flick arrived with the trainee scriveners. Although they did not provide a receipt immediately, they were unable to leave the store at short notice on the grounds that the manager would be back soon.

This was just enough time for them to keep track of the existing books in the bookstore, and the other bookstore operators had plenty of time to give away what had not yet had time to be transferred after hearing that the bookricologist had begun to check it. Just like the bookstore streets in various cities within the empire, they have built their own intelligence network, and as long as the information can continue to circulate, no matter how many times they check it, they will not get results.

In fact, it can be understood that what they are doing now can only be regarded as a superficial effort, and it is impossible to find prohibited books circulating in the black market. This may be a fact that most scriveners already know, but in fact those probationary scriveners are qualified to be emotional, after all, what they are doing now is just a waste of effort, and it may be better to devote their energy to organizing their bookcases than to do this.

But he is not obligated to break this "open secret" here, and these young people, who may later understand that what they are doing is just a joke, are now all engaged in recording the titles of the books displayed on the shelves and exchanging their reading experiences.

People who are willing to become scriveners are people who like to read, and it is better to let Swallow take this opportunity to exchange their favorite books than to tell them the unpleasant "rules" of the profession. Anyway, the wind and snow outside are still getting stronger, so what's wrong with enjoying the temperature of the stove in the house?