You can pick up on your work," said the Astral Mage across the table, "and we'll go to the library in a moment and tell you how to organize the books inside." “

Khadgar put down the cereal porridge and sausages in his hand and nodded. The topic of this breakfast conversation was about the current situation in Dalaran. For example, what is popular in Dalaran, what is fashionable in Lordaeron, and what the Kenrito gang of parliamentarians have been arguing about lately. Khadgar brings up a philosophical question that is currently hotly debated in Dalaran: if you use magic to create a fireball, is it a creation or is it summoned from some other fire?

Medivan was furious and put down the breakfast in his hand: "One word, stupid! They don't know how to think about things from a different perspective, if they don't ...... So what do you think?"

"I think ......," Khadgar immediately found himself in a trial state again, "I think it might be for something completely different." ”

"Very good," said Medivan with a smile, "when faced with a dilemma, think about whether there is a third." Obviously, you mean that when you make a fireball, you are actually concentrating the free flame elements in the air around the area into a single point, which is the real reason for the fireball?"

"Well, yes. Khadgar continued, "I've thought so before. ”

"Very well," Medivan wiped his beard with a napkin, "your mind is quick, and you're more honest." So let's take a look at how good you are at librarianship. Moros will show you the way. ”

The library occupies two full floors, specifically located one-third of the height of the tower. The staircase in this section is exposed, wrapping around the tower's façade in order to free up a large space of two full floors. The location of the second floor has a ring of cast iron platforms. The narrow windows of the room are covered with barbed wire to dim the natural light that enters the room to a similar level as the light of a torch covered by a lampshade. On the ground floor, on several large oak tables, there were a number of crystal Azeroth spheres, covered in a thick cloud of dust with a blue-gray sheen.

The whole room was like a devil had entered the village. Book stalls were tossed on the floor, and scrolls were haphazardly spread on chairs. The writing paper is overwhelming, and its density is a piece of fallen leaves on the ground between the trees. Nevertheless. There are still some books that remain on the shelves - merely "in" - crammed together, and some even barely hang on the shelves by one or two pages, similar to hanging prisoners in an interrogation room.

Khadgar finally recovered from the visual impact in front of him and smiled awkwardly, "You can get started slowly." I see, he said.

"I can help you pack your bags and go home in an hour," Mr. Moros said in the hallway.

Khadgar picked up a piece of parchment that he had trampled underfoot. This is an old letter from Kenrito, asking the Juggernaut mages to reply to their most recent letter. On the reverse side was a large crimson stain that Khadgar thought was bloodstained at first. When I looked closely, I realized that it was just a piece of melted sealing wax.

"No," Khadgar said, patting his little note bag, "it's just a harder challenge than I expected." ”

"There have been quite a few people who have said that before. ”

Khadgar turned around to ask carefully, only to find that the old servant was gone.

Khadgar's caution as a night thief marched through this pile of "ruins". It was like a big battle had just taken place in the library. Some books have broken spines, some have their covers torn in half, some have tightly wrinkled pages, and some have lost their authors. These were relatively well-preserved, and even worse, the entire covers of the books had been ripped off, and the dust on the tables covered the inside pages of the books. Some of those books were open, but some were clearly unread. Because the sealing wax on the book has not yet been opened.

"Actually, the Astral Mage doesn't need any assistants at all," Khadgar muttered as he cleared one end of a table and pulled out a chair, "He just needs a wife." He glanced towards the door to make sure the butler was really gone.

Khadgar sat down, only to find the chair wobbly. He stood up and looked at it, and it turned out that the chair had a book under one leg, and Khadgar had just pulled the chair up to the book. It is a heavy old book with a metal cover. The cover is quite ornate and trimmed with silver.

As soon as Khadgar opened the book, he immediately felt something moving in it. It's like a drop of mercury going through a glass tube. There appears to be a piece of metal that has fallen off in the spine.

The book suddenly began to buzz......

Khadgar quickly closed the book. The book returned to calm after a short, high-pitched grotesque sound, and some sort of mechanism within it was reset. Khadgar carefully placed the book on the table.

At the same time, he found several scorch marks on the chair he was using and on the floor below.

"I probably know why you've hired so many assistants. Khadgar muttered to himself and continued inside.

Things aren't much better. Books are spread out on the back and armrests of chairs. In the Khadgar sense, the more you go inside. The situation is only worse. There are already some animals nesting in a corner of the bookshelf. Khadgar knocked the nest off the rack, and a gopher skull fell out of it and shattered on the ground. The upper floor of the library is more like a stacking room, with not a single book on the shelf, and the stacks of books on the floor are piled higher than the other, piled up in a continuous hills. Rolling mountains, and unattainable peaks.

There is only a small area where people can stand, but it seems that this place has been burned by people before, and it may be that they want to reduce the number of books in the pile a little. Khadgar looked at the charred spot and shook his head—apparently something else had been burned here, as there were a few pieces of burnt cloth on the ground, probably from a mage's robes.

Khadgar shook his head back to where he had placed his notebook bag, and pulled out a wooden pen shaft, a pile of refills, a pencil sharpener, a soft-edged paper cutting (parchment) knife, a box of octopus ink, a small saucer for ink, a bunch of flat, thin keys, a long ruler, and something like a metal cricket.

He grabbed the cricket, turned it away from him, and teased its back with a glowing refill. This was the reward given to Khadgar by Jazba after he completed his entry-level training as a scroll scribe, and it served a great role in Khadgar's quest to discover Kenrito's inner secrets. It contains a common, but useful, spell that warns of potential traps in sight.

As soon as Khadgar put the tip of his pen, the metal cricket immediately let out a high-decibel scream that had never been seen before. Cadega was startled, and the crickets in his hands almost came off. Then he realized that the loudness of the sound was proportional to the potential danger of Cheng dù.

Khadgar looked around at the stacks of books around him, muttering a body protection spell. Retreated all the way to the door, and then stopped teasing the crickets. He took out the thick metal book he had noticed earlier and placed it on the floor in the doorway.

The cricket's alarm sounded again for the book, only softer than before. Khadgar placed the dangerous book to the left of the door and took another book out of the room to test, this time the crickets made no sound.

Khadgar held his breath, hoping that the crickets would detect all forms of traps, magical or otherwise, and opened the book. Inside is a discourse on the elven polity of three hundred years ago, written in a feminine and delicate font.

Khadgar placed the handwritten book to the right of the door, and then went into the room to find the next book that should be classified.

"I know you," said Medivan the next morning, eating sausages and cereal. (To be continued.) )