Perhaps because the Gate of the End of the North was closer to the direction of the rising sun than the Great Library of Perm, Flick felt that the closer he was to the End of the North, the earlier the morning would come. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he had lived in the North for several years, as a man born in the south of the Empire, he still had no way to change from his old habits. When the sun woke him from his sleep, the clock hanging on the wall told him that it was still a long way off.

The drowsiness in his head had dissipated with the sunlight, and Frick subconsciously rolled over from the bed and sat up. Honestly, this room isn't as reassuring as your own rental home, but it's comfortable enough and a great place to recharge for your new life.

"Although I seriously say that I want to welcome a new life, I don't have a sense of reality......

He scratched his head, looking helplessly at the books scattered in the room, which had been taken out of the suitcase and placed everywhere according to different categories, in addition to the notebooks in his father's package, there were also some books that Aculi had specially asked him to bring and might come in handy.

After a little rest after Suval's departure the previous night, he began to look through his father's notes again, and also reviewed them against the information provided by Akuli. As she said, it's better to bring these books with you than just to read what is written in your notes.

It was a book borrowed from her private collection and lent to Frick, among which the "Encyclopedia of Herbs of the North" and "The Expedition of the Monsters of the End of the North" were common items that could be borrowed from the large library, except for a few handwritten annotations by Aculli.

However, there are also books that are hard to find on the market, such as old-looking manuscripts and personal notes. It is worth mentioning that it even includes a comparative notebook on the ancient script and the imperial Chinese language found in the final north, apparently collected by Akuli himself.

There is no doubt that her father's notes had been read by Acully before they reached Frick, so she sent them to him along with them. To be sure, if you were to compare the value, my father's notes would be nowhere near as good as her research records.

Akuli was someone he could trust, at least Frick was privately willing to think so. Not only is it because she has helped Frick a lot during his years in the North, but she also seems to have been in contact with her father several times when he came to the North.

Therefore, after receiving this package, which came many years late, she behaved so seriously uncharacteristically, and even handed over her research notes to him. Perhaps she had originally planned to go to Zhongbei on her own, but it was obviously impossible to sit in her current position as she pleased.

"Time...... It's not yet six o'clock, so it's about two o'clock -- or maybe half past one?"

Glancing up at the clock, it was almost two hours before the appointed time, and since Suvar was a young man who valued the "rules", he should have visited at half past seven sharp...... Obviously, there are other things Frick can do to consume them until then.

Without hesitation, he sat down at his desk and flipped through half of the notes he had seen last night—in fact, if it weren't for the fact that he had to report to Director Black early in the morning, he might have read them all even if he had chosen to stay up late.

My father's notes recorded the goals of their quest - the remnants of an early civilization in the North, such as the ruins of temples or tombs. Their adventure went well, and under the guidance of the client, the father and his companions discovered many valuable artifacts.

According to my father's speculation, these ruins were probably left by the ancestors of the end of the north, and although they are very simple, they also have a considerable scale. It is speculated that the people who built these things should have lived in the Northlands a long time ago, and may have some kinship with the current people of the Northlands.

At that time, their gains were probably enough to set off a wave of research into the Northland tradition in the imperial academic community, but the client was clearly not satisfied with the results. So they took a brief rest at the Gate of the End of the North before preparing to move further north.

At that time, my father wrote in his notebook - "Actually, I think I should take it as soon as I see it, although these ruins have been abandoned, I can still feel that the relics have a huge amount of magic attached to them...... Obviously, if we go deeper, we may have to face far more danger than in the past."

And this became the last sentence in the note, and all his notes ended after this flag-like sentence. My father should have sent this note while he was resting at the Gate of the North, and the follow-ups had not yet had time to be written.

Had it not yet had time to write it down, or, like this one, had already been sent, but was strangely late? Flick, if possible, hoped it was the latter, for it was evident that it was impossible to guess where his father had gone.

According to the information provided by Akuli, the ruins discovered by his father were later discovered by other adventurers...... Of course, most of the valuable things inside have been taken away, but things such as frescoes and stone carvings still cause quite a stir.

What my father found was never published...... Not only the remnants of the ruins, but also the collected relics recorded in the notes. It was as if they and their discoveries had been swallowed by some large, invisible mouth, leaving no trace.

"What's going on...... If it's a normal adventure, the ones you've collected before should be sent back again and again, and the appraisal report will be attached. Seeing this, he couldn't help but whisper, "And even if someone plunders and discovers something, the opponent should publish these discoveries." ”

He felt that such phenomena seemed anomalous, as if someone did not want them to be discovered, and deliberately concealed what they found here. The father and his companions, along with the client who entrusted them with the adventure, were forced to be silenced for the sake of keeping it a secret.

"If that's true...... That's too bad. ”

When my father came to the Gate of the End of the North, there were not many adventurers who went to the End of the North to adventure, because most of them thought that after crossing the gate, there was no civilization to speak of, and few people would pay to hire them, except for nature exploration and monster scholars.

However, in the past few years, after a group of scholars announced their discoveries in the land of the end of the north, more and more people went to the "land that is more northern than the north". Both academics and some self-proclaimed adventurers want to try their luck in virgin land that hasn't been set foot by too many people.

There was no doubt that there was a reason for this—Frick remembers that when the Northern adventures were in full swing at the end of the year, the newspapers would occasionally write about these discoveries, and those adventurers would be paid a lot for their discoveries.

As a result, the adventure to the end of the north has become a craze that has not subsided to this day, and more and more adventurers are starting their adventures through the gate of the end of the north - the power of this craze has even contributed to the fact that this small town on the border has become a thriving new city.

Thinking about it this way, if someone was deliberately hiding the news at the time, now I am afraid it is completely reversed. In deliberately expanding their influence too.

So what's behind this?

"Sierra Leonean senior, I'm Suval, are you up?"

As he casually skimmed through the random illustrations in his father's notebooks, while allowing the boundaries of his thoughts to spread infinitely towards unknown possibilities, a slight knock on the door pulled his thoughts back into reality—and the call apparently proved that the knocking had lasted for a while before it was noticed.

Frick subconsciously looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and the hands were already pointing to the rightful place. Having unknowingly spent more than a moment, Suval came to the door of the room as he had planned and invited him to the librarian's office.

"Uh, you're ...... Do you want to read a book?"

And when Frick opened the door and let him in and wait, he immediately focused his attention on the books that were placed in the room like all scriveners. But for good reason, they make an otherwise neat room look cluttered.

And the titles of the books seemed to appeal to him, too—and Flick noticed that he looked at the manuscripts that Aculi had kindly provided, and his eyes were full of curiosity. If it weren't for the fact that those things were too valuable, Frick might have considered using them as favors in exchange for some information.

"Well, some research notes, I borrowed them from Curator Akuli. ”

So he casually put the notes and books together, and said solemnly: "You know, I was originally just the administrator of the underground library, and now that I am going to devote myself to the field work on Zhongbei, it is definitely beneficial to know some information about this aspect. ”

Of course, this was just a casual excuse, but in Suval's opinion, it was an unintentional hint from a senior. In fact, for the vast majority of scribes, or professions other than scribes, it would not hurt to know some common sense of the area in which they worked.

So the young scrivener trainee got lost in thought because of Frick's nonchalant excuses, and the man who made him look like this was just bothered to collect the notes that he had casually put aside. The small room fell silent for a moment, except for the click of books colliding.