Now they all moved to the Alexander Garden.

At the same time, at the Arbat station, it was almost all Kshatriya because of the General Staff.

After listening to another ancient Indian word, Su Mengfan sighed deeply.

He was unlikely to remember these difficult titles.

However, Schaefer did not care about this,

He continued, "Obviously, only two castes entered the council, ours and Kshatriyas, although in fact we just call them 'war puppies'." He blinked and said to Su Mengfan.

"So, why do they all have two-headed bird tattoos?" Su Mengfan asked, "At least you're tattooing a book. It makes sense. But what's the point of a bird?"

"That's their totem," said Brahmin Shefer, shrugging his shoulders,

"I think this is the patron saint of radioactive defenses in the past. I think it's an eagle.

After all, they trust something they think is strange.

In general, castes are not very easy to get along with here. For a while, they were even shocked."

Through the curtains, they could see that the lights of the subway station had dimmed. Night falls.

Su Mengfan began to pack his things.

"Is there a hotel where I can spend the night?" I have a meeting tomorrow morning at Arbat Station, and I have nowhere to spend the night.

"Live here if you want," Schaefer said, shrugging his shoulders,

"I sleep on the floor, I'm used to sleeping on the floor. It's time for dinner. Stay here and tell me what else you've seen along the way.

Because, as you know, I never left this place. The guards have sworn never to let us get out of here."

Su Mengfan thought about it for a while, nodded and agreed.

The room was very comfortable and warm, and he felt that the host was nice from the beginning.

They have a common language. After the clock he washed the mushrooms, and Schaefer cut the fresh pork into small slices.

"Have you ever seen that library with your own eyes?" Su Mengfan gulped down and asked.

They stewed mushrooms with pork from an aluminum bowl.

"You mean the Great Library?" Schaefer asked solemnly.

"I'm talking about the ...... up there. It's still there, right?" Su Mengfan pointed to the ceiling with a fork and said.

"Only our predecessors have ever been in that great library. There are also stealth heroes who work for Brahmins.

"So, they brought all the books down from them? Brought back from the library?

I mean, brought back from the Great Library." Seeing that the master was frowning again, Su Mengfan hurriedly changed his words.

"It's them, but they're on the orders of the elder caste. We don't have the authority to do that ourselves, so we have to send mercenaries," Schaefer reluctantly explained.

"According to the will, we would have had the right to do so, to preserve knowledge and pass it on to those who seek it.

But in order to impart knowledge, you must first learn knowledge. But who of our people will dare to go?" He sighed and said with his eyes wide open.

"Because of radiation?" Su Mengfan expressed his opinion. "There's a reason for that, too. But it's mostly because of the librarian." Schaefer said softly.

"But aren't you a librarian? Or at least you're a librarian's descendant? I've heard of it."

"You know that, too? We won't talk about that on such occasions. In fact, let someone else explain it to you. I really don't want to talk about it."

Schaefer began to wipe the table, and then he thought for a moment, and moved a few books from the shelves to the side, and through the exposed gap he could see the container in the back row, which was a shimmering moonshine bottle with a round bottom. Table glasses also peeked out of the cutlery.

After a while, Su Mengfan finally opened his mouth to break the silence after excitedly observing the bookshelves.

"Wow, you really have so many books," he said.

"In a place like the All-Russian Exhibition Center, I don't think you can have such a large collection of books.

I read all of these books a long time ago. There's very little to see in the book.

Only my stepfather brought me a few books worth reading, and the merchant brought nothing but a pile of garbage-like detectives stuffed in his suitcase.

For a while, you couldn't figure out what the hell was going on with them.

The Great Library, that's another reason why I dreamed of getting into the Met.

I really can't imagine how many books there could be in such a large place." He nodded at the scene on the table.

Their eyes lit up. was so touted by Su Mengfan,

Schaefer leaned over the table and said in a heavy voice, "All those books are not worth mentioning. The Great Library wasn't built for those books, either. And it's not books that are stored there."

Su Mengfan looked at him in surprise.

The brahmin continued, but suddenly got up from his chair, walked to the door, opened it, and listened to something.

Then he quietly closed the door. Sit back in your place and continue to whisper the story:

"The whole library was built for a book that was unique.

And the book is hidden here alone. The rest of the books exist to help hide the book.

In fact, it's this book that people are looking for. Someone is guarding the book." He added nervously.

"What kind of book is this?" Su Mengfan asked in a low voice.

"An old folded book. Every page of the book is as black as anthracite from beginning to end, and the whole history is written in gold."

"So why are people looking for this book?" Su Mengfan asked in a low voice.

Thinking about the book that Thatch had told himself that he had been searching for for ten years and had not found it, and that the origami book that he had imagined suddenly appearing in the library did not look like what Schaefer had said from the outside.

But I've heard Thatch say before that I'm what the elders call a "child of destiny."

Therefore, he was very curious about why the origami book written by Schaefer was so important, and planned to find an opportunity to ask him if he knew about Thatch.

"Don't you really know?" The brahmin shook his head and said, "'Until the end' means until the end." There is still a long way to go before the end of the road...... So, whoever knows about it......

A translucent shadow flashed from behind the shutter, and even Su Mengfan, who had been staring at Schaefer's eyes, noticed it, and gave Schaefer a look,

Schaefer's story was interrupted, and without saying a word, he jumped up from his seat and rushed to the door. Su Mengfan also tied the door and followed him.

There was no one on the platform, but the sound of retreating footsteps could be heard from the direction of the hallway. The sentinels on the chairs on either side of the escalator fell asleep peacefully.

When they returned to the room, Su Mengfan waited for the brahmin to continue telling the story, but Sherfer had just recovered from the scene just now and just shook his head sullenly.

"We are forbidden to do these things." He snapped.

At this time, Su Mengfan suddenly understood why his palms were sweating when Schaefer told him about the book.

He remembered.

"But aren't there a few books like this?" He asked calmly.