Chapter 60

Hibo took the elevator to the top floor, found the stairs and walked up. The first floor of the history file is not connected to the elevator and can only be reached by stairs.

He came to the door and looked carefully at the words on the door.

"My dear descendants of Isolo, this place carries all our history, and I hope it will be helpful to you for future generations. Only the descendants of Isolo can open the door of the folding fan belonging to the king. ”

Xibo pinched his chin and thought for a few seconds, then bit his finger, and blue blood beads immediately appeared. He didn't hesitate to drip the blood into the groove of the door.

The door sensed, flashed a few faint blue lights, and slowly opened with a creak.

After Xibo entered, he slowly closed it.

Xibo originally thought that there would be a mountain of history books inside, but the clean environment in front of him made him stunned for a few seconds.

It was a very empty field of vision, only an old stone bottle was placed in the middle, and a crystal ball emitting blue light was placed on it.

The whole space is connected to the spire of the library, a circle of stairs spirals, and the walls are full of various history books, except for the bottom floor, which is empty.

Keeping his eyes peeled, Hibo walked over to the crystal ball, and as soon as his fingertips touched it, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation.

It was the place where he bit just now, the wound was relatively small, and the blood was no longer flowing, but it seemed to have been bitten by something just now, and blue blood came out.

Could it be that the bead in front of you bites it?

He had just hooked the corners of his lips with self-deprecation, only to find that the blue light emitted by the crystal ball had become darker, becoming a dark blue, and then a dazzling white light erupted.

Hibo reflexively blocked his eyes with his hands, and slowly opened them only after he couldn't feel the bright light.

A short, long-bearded old man appeared above the crystal ball, he yawned lazily, his eyes were small but very sharp: "You told me to come out?" Descendants of Isolor? ”

Hippo hesitated for a few seconds, but still nodded, and replied very politely: "Yes, I am Brünnhilde Hippo Isolo, the current eldest prince, I don't know who you are...?" ”

"I am the spirit who guards these history books, and they are made by the highest technology. I know the content of every history book here, and it is dedicated to what the descendants of Isolo do not understand about history, or have questions. Since you can enter this door and summon me with your blood, you can ask me any questions. ”

Hibo thought for a moment and asked, "I want to know about hundreds of years ago, about my father, can you tell me?" ”

"Your father?" The old man didn't seem to react, wiped his beard, and asked suspiciously.

"My father's name is Brünnhilde Barton Isollo."

Hearing the name, the old man suddenly realized: "I remembered." I know him, I don't know what you want to know about him? ”

"I want to know about my father's life."

The old man thought for a few seconds and said, "Patton can be called the most heroic king in these hundreds of years. What exactly do you want to know? Isn't it possible for me to start with Barton's birth? ”

"No," Hibo said after hesitating for a few seconds, "just start with him as an adult." ”