One of the reasons and justifications for the Crusade was the King of the Holy Land, albeit as in much of the Black History. Although the gongs and drums were beating on the surface to celebrate the instructions of the supreme leader, it is estimated that they were already crying behind the scenes--the ancestral foundation has been destroyed in one fell swoop.

Anyway, being idle is also idle, and the nightlife in this era is not very rich, especially during the siege, and there is no possibility of any other changes. But as the supreme leader of a medieval feudal state, Cybertron, the highest building of the evil feudal system, can now do whatever it wants. It can even be said that whoever you want to do can do it! The bed of the women in the landlord's family can also be put on it, roll it~ Not only capitalism can be used, but we feudalism can also be used to do it~

But...... The day is setting, and the night is approaching. Although my wife ran away very irresponsibly, it is said that she went to talk to her own mother, so she didn't care. It is said that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is not good, but why is this pair like sisters? Is this the sympathy between masters?...... It's terrible, my own family is terrible. What should I do if the women are too beautiful and handsome......

In any case, under this feeling of infinite sunset, but it was just near dusk, he declined the invitation from many ministers, what kind of ball with the style of the Roman Empire, the ball of the royal sisters with the style of the Roman Empire, the loli ball with the style of the Roman Empire, and the pseudo-girl ball with the style of the Roman Empire...... And so on and so forth! Not to mention that there are real things in history, there are real people, and they are all quite famous. The Roman Empire-style ball is considered the most normal, and Cybertron looks at the invitation on the invitation card as a mask and makeup, and the theft of the imperial era is very strict, and the stealing of the secret is even stricter. As for the Lori and Puppet Girls of the Roman Empire...... That's right, the grandfather of the Empress Nero did this (true story), of course, people may "have ideas above, but there is no way below" in their old age, and it is not good to take medicine in order to stimulate the elderly, so I found a group of handsome boys and beautiful girls to do it...... Leaders are also people.

Cybertron looked at the invitations, which were tempting, then at the group of big-mouthed courtiers around him—sighed, shook his head, and declined all invitations. I can't understand the opera, it's all in Italian language, Greek is rare, and it's not interesting to listen to music or anything for a day. So he ran in the darkness to the place of light of mankind, the Great Library.

"Bump!" grabbed a few of his favorite books - of course, they had to be understandable, the rare British lingua franca books about Egypt, and most of the other Cybertrons could only look at paintings and pictures. After looking for a long time, I didn't find a book similar to the full biography of the gold bottle, and I was very disappointed, and I planned to see the most types of books.

"Well...... opened a book about Egypt in the English lingua franca, and the name of the book was auspicious - the Book of the Dead.

"The spirits of the dead arose and worshiped the sun. Cybertron's preferred method is to read as he reads - because to be honest, he doesn't use a lot of the English lingua franca, and he speaks with an Ellan accent for the most part. Like many great emperors, Napoleon wore a Corsican accent all his life, and Zhu Yuanzhang wore a village accent all his life - this did not prevent them from being diligent in their administration.

But now, he has to read a lot of things at the same time.

"In front of you, Mart holds aloft her fateful feather......"

"O God of Perfection, God of Eternity, God of One......"

None of this is a big deal, but Cybertron is bored looking at it. Poetry is basically the same thing, and basically only people with their own culture can read and understand it. When translated into English, the Tang poems lose their verve - but then look down, and Cybertron suddenly feels chills all over his body as he looks at it.

"That eternal being does not die, and in the strange eternity even dies, do not think that man is the oldest and last ruler of the earth, nor that all that walks on the earth are ordinary and visible beings and forms. The ancient gods existed in the past, and now they will exist in the future...... What the hell is this?" The more I read it, the more I panicked, and there was no sense of fear. The feeling of fear was strange, and it had been a long time since he had felt like a mortal as a Bourkeso - and it made Cybertron feel a little nostalgic.

However, in this large, empty library, everyone else should have already slept peacefully. The sound of turning the pages is clearly audible and reverberates in the large library. Cybertron rested both feet on an old desk when he heard a creaking sound from the nearby shelves.

"Squeak...... Squeak ......"

The sound came from the bookshelf, but it didn't feel like the sound of the bookshelf, it was like ...... A strange kind of playback. The sounds that were like terrifying crawling demons were like taking Cybertron into two formless, idiot versions of the caverns of the winders wailing - yes, just a sound, but one that seemed to create a sense of immersion. It was strange and didn't make sense! But just as beautiful music could take a person into a wonderful psychic realm - Cybertron felt as if he had been transported to a terrible cave, but he still clearly felt that he was in this great library.

A slide-like image creaked through Cybertron's mind - a panicked man, still running wildly in the cave with the oil lamp out. The sound was nothing more than wailing and echoing, but it was a crawling sound, and the creaking sound began to amplify. At the same time, a zombie-like corpse wriggled rapidly, leaving behind a rotting, greasy river.

Cybertron was of course taken aback at first, and it wasn't normal anyway. But then a smile crossed his lips, and the smile grew bigger and wider.

He was scared, genuinely scared -- but the excitement of that fear was like watching a horror movie. Scary, but funny. The only thing Cybertron wants to do now is to rush into the horrible and eerie noise, and follow the example of his ancestors, and use the instinct from Nefarem - to kill all the evil horrors and destroy them!

However, this terrifying sound didn't know who he had provoked, and he was not an ordinary scholar, but a bloodline with supreme protection.

"Click!" Finally, a gap in space opened, and Cybertron clearly noticed that a hole had been opened in the bookshelf in the distance. A pair of eyes in the dark of the night were staring at Cybertron roundly.

Be cautious and panic, which makes people worry from the bottom of their hearts!

Cybertron smiled secretly and waved his hand at the eyes in the crack: "Come, come, there is a kind of you come out, I promise not to kill you!"

This is a rhetorical question.

The dark shadow flashed for a moment, and after watching Cybertron for about ten minutes, Cybertron also felt that this was a good game [whoever glimpses first loses].

Ten minutes later, the gap was closed - Cybertron was bored, there was still a long way to go for the night.

"Eh, don't go--what am I relying on you to go? Cybertron sighed, feeling that the other party had no gamble.

"Master, master?—" Suddenly, several people came running outside. There were the caretakers of the Great Library, as well as the nearby guards and Cybertron's courtiers. The leader was Bazet, the red-haired beauty in men's clothes rushed in at the first time, and surprisingly the administrator of the large library next to her was not a few steps slower than her, and was also very anxious and worried--the old man is not easy, I haven't heard of what he has practiced? But it seems that he is mainly worried about books.

Bazette rushed in front of Cybertron for the first time, and his face was close to Cybertron as if his whole body was shaking: "My master—how are you?"

"Also...... Good. Cybertron nodded and said to Bazette, "Nothing too bad. ”

"Where's the book, Lord Knight King, what's wrong with our library?" the librarian blew his beard and glared - he must have been overwhelmed by the vigorous exercise because of his age.

"Ah...... The book is fine, why don't you worry about me, why are you here?" Cybertron felt a little hurt instead, and then a little annoyed.

"We heard what seemed to be coming from inside...... Terrible sound, dizzying. But I still came with someone. Bazet's face was firm, and he scolded the librarian on the side: "How did you do it! My master is often assassinated, and your library also has people who are outside the enemy?!!! explain it to me clearly, otherwise let alone this broken library, even Constantinople will not be able to protect you!"

It seems that at this time, the librarian felt the horror of the royal power, but still retained the last bottom line of the intellectuals. Some shivered, some panted, but this time it was because of the fear of power: "I ...... I'm so sorry. But there is no one else in the big library, we are all scholars from all over the world, and people with some special skills are not considered mages, but they just control the humidity and air cleanliness and temperature in the big library. ”

"Eh, Bazette, don't scare anyone. ”

"But, my master...... I'm scared. Bazet's voice trembled a little, and he swallowed before he said, "I...... I was scared, even I was a little afraid to come, I ...... I'm ashamed...... I'm ashamed to come and see you......"

"Hmm...... Thank you, my most loyal courtier. Cybertron looked at the trembling other party and sighed deeply, revealing a rather bitter smile: "It seems that there should still be people outside who don't dare to come in?...... Forget it, humanity is so let them go, but you are especially precious. Let me be so ...... Rest assured, I guess I won't even be able to sleep well without you. ”