The Stadt Library, one of the branches of the Lou Pauler National Bard's Guild, is located in a coastal city with many nobles. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAfter the death of Baron Sr. 15 years ago, Statt Jr. took over, and the son inherited his father's business, and he still did the old business, and the entire library was their family business, and now it is quite large.

The library has a collection of 500,000 books, all of which are mainly based on various novel themes. As the industry expanded, Baron Stadt gradually became unable to manage more and more bards, so he hired a lot of external editors, who were originally first-class bards, while he himself only contracted a few distinguished bards or acquaintances, and judging by his trend, he would contract fewer and fewer bards.

This is probably the mentality after being in the top position, and with the expansion of the industry, Baron Starter is no longer satisfied with the income of the library industry. He began to try to hold aristocratic balls, aristocratic exchange parties, sororities and many other events, and although he himself was only a baron, he gradually began to enter and leave high society. Eating well, sleeping soundly, and being sedentary also caused Start to get fatter and fatter. But the aristocracy, a little fat is the embodiment of bearing.

However, recently, there have been frequent rumors of haunting in the hall among the servants, which have lasted for more than a month. The most obvious manifestation is the order of the bookshelves, which was clearly placed here when I was tidying up last night, but ran there early the next morning. Once or twice, maybe it's just a mistake or a delusion or something, but it's been almost a month or more.

"Lord Baron," said the butler, knocking at the baron's door again in the evening, "are you there?"

"Come in. Stat's voice came from within.

The butler pushed the door and entered, bowing his head slightly: "Lord Baron, this morning we found that the bookshelves had obviously been touched. And there seem to be traces of smoke on the roof. ”

"Smoke?" Baron Stadt frowned, "Why is there an open flame in the hall?" When the old Baron Starter was burned to death, little Statt was very afraid of flames for a long time, and strictly ordered that no open flames appear in the hall, including candles and oil lamps. Night lighting prefers to use the more expensive Magic Hedrons and Glow-in-the-Dark Grass potted plants. Now, after 15 years, Baron Starter has long been restored, but the rule of no open flames in the museum has been maintained. After all, as a library, there is a lot of paper, so it is guaranteed that there will be no fire.

"This ......," the butler frustrated, "I believe that it is definitely not the servants who have done it, everyone has followed the Baron for many years, and has long been accustomed to the rules here." ”

"But I've sent half of the guards to patrol and even put a few guards in the library, but when they wake up, they're still the same. The baron spread his hands, "I have already asked the pastor of the church to see it during the day, and there is absolutely no undead atmosphere. So it can't be a necromantic creature to do it. ”

"Maybe this necromantic creature is so powerful that it hides its aura so much that the priest can't detect it?"

The baron was absolutely incredible: "Is it possible that such a powerful undead creature came to steal a book in the middle of the night?"

"Uh...... It's not impossible. The butler replied.

"Which one is the one that moves the most?" asked the baron.

"It's The Assassins. ”

"Is that the novel?" said the baron, surprised, "I recommend it to him at the noble ball, and few of them are willing to read two chapters." Don't...... Go, get me that novel!"

"Yes. The butler nodded and left, and came back in a moment, already with a slightly worn novel in his hand, "Lord Baron, give." ”

"Why is this book so broken?" said the baron, astonished, "and no one has borrowed it. ”

"This ...... It could really be the result of the undead. The butler was terrified.

The baron frowned and did not answer, but flipped through it and found a piece of paper and a gold coin in it. There was only one line on the paper: "Haha, it's well written." Tip for you. ”

The faces of the two of them changed drastically, if the book was misplaced before, it might have been an illusion, but now this plain 1 gold coin can't be an illusion. Although Lou Baole is richer than a small country, 1 gold coin is enough for the average person to eat for half a year. Those who give 1 gold coin are only rich or high-end nobles. And this novel can have such an aristocratic readership, Start didn't know.

"It's the undead! it must be the undead!" the butler paled, "the undead have rewarded us." ”

Baron Starter was also a little panicked, and subconsciously turned the pages of the book again, and finally found another comment at the end: "I like this book very much, and I have a special sense of substitution." "There are some places that don't quite make sense, but that doesn't hide the fact that it's a good book. "I'm kind of trying to find the author of the pen name 'K', does anyone know?" "Don't worry, although I don't have any money to reward, I will promote it in our circle." ”......

Starter handed the book to the butler, "You can take a look at it too." ”

As a result, the housekeeper was even more frightened: "This undead actually wants more undead to come to read books...... This ......"

"Probably not the undead. "But whether it's a human or a ghost, it's really scary to be able to enter and leave our library silently." ”

The butler was silent. The old housekeeper died the year before last, and he took over, he was very young and had no opinions.

"Well, I'll be in the library myself tonight. Baron Stadt closed the book and clipped it into its place with the gold coin, "You put the novel back in its place." ”

"Lord Baron," the butler dissuaded, "if the other party is really strong, it is dangerous for you to do this!"

"Judging by the book reviews, they have no ill will. I'd like to talk to them if possible. "I'm a baron, after all, and I'm a bit of a nobleman in my generation. The other party won't touch me. What's more, my family's defense is not very tight, if I wanted to kill, then I would have died a long time ago. ”

"Lord Baron, it's not that simple!" the butler was anxious, "if those undead happen to be engaged in some dirty business, and you happen to break it, maybe you will ...... It's going to ......"

"Where did you get all these weird ideas?" Stadt frowned, "Don't read too much of the messy novels. ”

"Yes. The butler bowed his head and stepped back.

At night, Staat, heavily armed, crouched quietly in the dark compartment of the library wall. Generally, in order to prevent foreign enemies or hide some things, aristocratic manors will set up some secret channels. These things were personally processed and designed by Old Start, and now only Little Start knows about these mechanisms.

At this time, he was wearing an enchanted spirit iron plate armor that he secretly created, which has excellent protection against both magic and physical swords, and at the same time can also hide his breath very well, hiding in the dark and not easy to be discovered, it is a high-grade magic equipment. If it is sold, the actual price is enough to be as high as three or four thousand gold coins, and such a piece of armor is enough to be worth a small manor. Start himself is also a second-order warrior, although there has been a lot of waste in business recently, but at least there is a beginner level, and it is not a problem to teach ordinary guards.

However, according to the law, baron-level nobles are not allowed to have magic equipment above the middle grade, and even if it is obtained by some accident, it must be turned in. Only when the title is raised, is it allowed to have more powerful equipment, like the kind of protagonist who picks up an artifact and silently withholds it, which is actually a crime.

But there are also some unspoken rules among the aristocracy, and some things are basically fine as long as they are not too excessive. At this time, Start faced unknown dangers, and of course wore the most powerful weapons.

As the minutes ticked by, the library was silent, except for the moonlight shining on the bookshelves. Outside the window, the sound of patrolling guards' armor could be faintly faintly heard, and they would take turns standing guard throughout the night. This is also the guard that Starter specially borrowed from the city lord since the strange incident, and each of them has the strength of a junior warrior, a total of 20.

It stands to reason that it is not difficult for those with superb strength to break through this kind of defense force, but it should not be easy to enter silently. However, patrolling night and night, they still found nothing. The library is important, and it is inconvenient for these borrowed guards to enter and exit. They sent their own servants to squat, but they would fall asleep almost every time, and then what should have happened would still happen.

Statt himself was not a man of great courage, but the problem was that if he didn't come personally, he didn't seem to be able to solve the problem. It dragged on for a month, and it was not a way to drag it out any longer. This dark grid was also specially created by the old Start, and it contains an enchantment, which is difficult for the outside world to detect.

As the director of the library, he also has a lot of knowledge, and whether it is an undead or an abyssal demon today, he must see it once before he can judge.

Caracalla! The sound of armor outside the window was dense, and there were faint human voices. Is it a change of guards? Start yawned quietly, and sleepiness crept in. I thought it was no wonder that the servants sent out came to sleep, and it was really boring to do this. He suddenly wondered if someone had really come to borrow the book, and if it was all just a conspiracy by the butler? Deliberately spreading some rumors, ruining the book, and stuffing a gold coin, but what was the point of doing that?

Or is it a deeper conspiracy? So what are you going to do here?

Starter couldn't help but combine all the weird plots he had seen and began to reason backwards. As an editor, he actually has a higher standard than most bards, having read hundreds of thousands of books of all kinds over the years, some of which even know what is written in a book just by looking at the title. Once a similar plot occurs in life, sometimes I can't help but start to reverse it.

At this time, he thought of a certain vulgar bridge, such as the protagonist hiding in the shadows and witnessing the duel between two super masters, and in the end, all the protagonists were cheapened, and any artifact forbidden spells were finally put into the protagonist's pocket. At this moment, Starter was still a little excited.

However, the long silence finally calmed his excitement and yawned again. He began to realize that what he was doing was meaningless, and that the novel was really a lie. In the past, when the Taoluwen was on fire, many down-and-out nobles really went to the river to pick up urinals, or bought some unsightly rags in the weapon shop. But as it turned out, they were still down-and-out aristocrats.

Yawning repeatedly, and Start's eyes couldn't be opened. Just don't care, lean lightly on the side, and take a nap. Anyway, it's just a few books whose positions have changed for no reason, and it's not a big deal.

"What's your mission?"

An extremely slight voice suddenly came from the darkness, and Start's eyes opened instantly, his face turned blue, and his whole body stiffened. The sound was clearly coming from inside the house, but when the other party entered the house, he didn't even notice it. There was no sound of the door opening, no footsteps, a silent appearance, like a ghost, but the sound of the armor of the guards patrolling outside the window could still be heard.

"Scouting. Another slight voice came, "What are you doing?"

"It's also reconnaissance. Another voice replied.

Then there was silence. Start dared to look out of the dark grid's observation hole, and saw two black-clad figures walking around the library's bookshelves, as if looking for something, but without a sound.

The Assassin Stat couldn't help but think of this relatively secret profession, a profession that was difficult for ordinary people, even nobles, to access. Even its existence has always been questioned, and Statt has never seen it, nor has he heard of it in reality. However, this profession often appears in the pen of bards, and it is generally a relatively dark supporting role, the type of person who takes money to kill. However, Kevin's "Biography of the Assassins" is a novel that mainly describes assassins.

Could it be that the so-called sense of substitution refers to this? Start's nervousness has eased a lot, and if he can guess the other party's intentions, it is estimated that there will be no threat to himself.

There was a faint glow in the dark library, and one of the men in black was crouching on the ground, spreading out a book and reading by the firelight. Another man in black flashed over like a gale: "Is this your reconnaissance mission?"

"Less nonsense, you scout your go. The crouching man in black didn't raise his head.

"But I'm also going to read the book. Another man in black also crouched down, "The whole library seems to be like this." ”

"First come, first served, Assassin rule. The other person didn't raise his head, "You and I are at the same level, if you fight me for a book...... Hmph!"

The other party was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled, looking a little gloomy in the dark: "Hehe, I want to know who Bing Mei married in the end?"

Start, who was hiding in the dark grid, was secretly curious, he knew that Bing Mei was the heroine of "The Legend of the Assassins", if he really watched "The Legend of the Assassins" seriously, then most of them would like this heroine, although her fate was also old-fashioned to marry the protagonist. But when I asked it at this time, there was more uncertainty. The Assassin would use the tactic of "spoiler" in an attempt to gain control of the book.

"Bingmei is married to the protagonist. The other party just replied calmly.

"Then do you know how the protagonist assassinated the Marquis of Lawrence?"

The protagonist digs through the ground of the Marquis Lawrence's house with a spoon, and while Lawrence sleeps, he easily destroys its foundation, and the house collapses, and Lawrence is seriously injured. But the protagonist lets him go. ”

"Do you know how the Assassin Guild Master assassinated the King?"

"Of course you know, the Assassin Guild Master eats the king's. The king immediately thought of him as a madman and did not pay attention to him, so he took the opportunity to stab the king to death. ”

"You actually know everything?" said another, "and what else do you see?"

"Nonsense," the other party dismissed, "you want to give me a spoiler? But unfortunately, I've already seen it once." It's just so pretty, I'll just watch it a second time. ”

"You ......"

"Don't talk about me, you can ask this kind of question, and even know the ending, what else are you going to see?" the other party retorted sharply.

"Well, I'll admit I actually came to see it a third time. The other party was helpless, "Forget it, then I'll go first." You take your time. After that, Starter felt that the person had disappeared without a trace. This is such a powerful force that it is even beyond Stadt's comprehension, as if it only appears in novels. Fortunately, there is an enchantment with a hidden aura in the dark grid, otherwise the two people who are so strong should have discovered themselves a long time ago.

After walking one, I still didn't hear the door opening and closing, let alone footsteps. Only one assassin was left lying on the ground, silently reading by the firelight, turning the book without sound. And Start didn't dare to breathe, of course he didn't dare to rush out, so he could only squat stupidly and watch others read.

The Assassin was clearly watching with relish, while Starter was painful to watch others read, but he had to endure no matter how hard it was. I don't know what the temper of this assassin is? I don't dare to talk easily, there is no one here, if I am really stabbed to death, I guess I can't find out who did it.

In his panic, Start could only count how many pages he had flipped to roughly estimate how long it would take to finish it. Thankfully, the Assassin seemed to have seen it once, and in some places he was able to turn it over quickly. But the flip book is irregular, and it is impossible to estimate when he will finish reading it, does he have to read it all night.

Outside the window, the sound of armor was loud again, and another group of guards began to change shifts, and Baron Stadt's legs were already numb, but he still insisted on maintaining his posture and did not dare to move. The Assassins remained immersed in the world of the book.

Suddenly, a figure flashed behind the assassin: "Hmph, it's full of flaws! If I were going to kill you, you'd be dead a long time ago." ”

"Stop talking nonsense, aren't you leaving?" the book-reading assassin only raised his head slightly, and continued to look down at the book.

"Aren't you sleeping?" asked the other assassin.

The book Assassin didn't say a word, as if he didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Go to sleep!" the other Assassin anxiously, "You've seen it all once, and you've seen it all again, give me this one that I've only seen twice!"

"You have the humor of this book. The assassin smiled, "I think I'm going to learn it too, and I'm going to watch it a third time." ”

"You ......" The atmosphere suddenly changed, and the two assassins knelt on one knee in the other direction at the same time, "My lord!"

Another man in black appeared without warning, it seemed that this person's status was quite high, and he said coldly: "What is your task?"

"Scouting. The two Assassins replied in a low voice.

"Detectives, do you know detectives?" the new man in black picked up the book, "Mess up the investigation materials so shabby!

"Yes!" the two assassins didn't talk much nonsense, and the man had disappeared.

Then it was the turn of the new man in black to lie on the ground and read by the light of the fire. Stadt is incredible: how rampant piracy is today?

"Baron Stadt," the man in black said suddenly, "I know you're in the wall, and it's hard to squat for half the night, come out." ”

Start was instantly covered in a cold sweat, and his hands and feet were cold.