Annan's life has entered a period of peace.

During the day, he worked as a librarian in the library, and at night he worked as a waiter in the Dawn Tavern.

The syllables that had been mastered by the bard the night before were reduced to words the next day, imprinted in the back of his mind, and the heavy tones that had been infected by Aunt Susan's family were corrected.

Now Annan says "Oh my dear Aunt Susan" no longer with a weird slang accent.

The work of the library can be called leisurely. Victor doesn't stop anyone from borrowing books, but just like Annan, who is illiterate, stops outside the library a few times, the townspeople would rather go home and beat their children than enter the library.

Annan tends to be the most common in the middle class and wealthy people in the town these days. They were more aware of the importance of knowledge than civilians, and they didn't want to get close to Victor - they soon discovered that the library had a dark-haired, fair-skinned librarian, but the idea of getting acquainted was extinguished when they found out that the guy was just a civilian.

The robed girl is one of the few guests who still talks to Annan, but she seems to regard Annan as an adversary: she does not give up on making Victor a teacher, nor does she tell Annan his name.

Annan spent three days reading the "Universal Phonetic Alphabet" selected by Victor, and he felt that he could challenge children's literature a little.

Annan walked around the desk and came to the chair of Victor, whose gray hair was shining in the sun: "Mr. Victor, I would like to try to read a fairy tale book suitable for young children......"

Victor is reading a book that is too complicated for Annan today. He grabbed his cane and pointed to a row of bookcases in the sunlight without lifting his head.

"Which one?"

"That one."

The cane poked the air impatiently.

Annan wisely closed his mouth and read in front of the bookshelf, and the robed girl was looking at Annan. He stood in the sunlight, the dust wandering in the light that slanted into the library, sprinkling on his cheeks with a hazy sheen.

Doesn't the library do sorting......

Annan actually saw a copy of "○○ Lost Night" and "Merlin Fairy Tales" next to each other, and next to it was a copy of "Geography of the Principality".

Leaving aside the obscure poetry and pretentious aristocratic literature, Annan picked up the describing "Fairy Tales of Merlin" and returned to Mr. Victor and asked him why the books were not classified.

"What do you see from books?"

"Sort of."

Just not from the books of this world.

"How many words do you know now?" Victor asked for no reason.

"About two or three hundred ......"

"It's not enough."

Annan almost understood what Victor meant—a few more words to recognize, and he would have to classify himself.

Annan, who had made trouble for himself, returned to his desk with "The Fairy Tales of Merlin".

Not only is the name similar to "Grimm's Fairy Tales", but the content is also similar - after all, like the bard, collected and written everywhere. However, because this world really has extraordinary powers, it gives people the impression that "these fairy tales are real things".

For example, in the first story, a metal dragon slaughtered a village, and the only surviving child honed himself to find the metal dragon that had killed the villagers and their families, and then it was burned to death by the metal dragon's breath. Well...... The story is called "Survivors of the Greenblood Tribe".

Ask the Bard at the tavern at night, and he says that the metal dragons are the good camp and the green-blood tribes are the evil orcs. So the story is actually about the destruction of evil by good.

The next day, Annan still arrived at the library ten minutes early. But today was a little different—Mr. Victor was waiting at the door, the robed girl was there, and there was a carriage.

"You're late." Victor grimaced.

"It's not time to open yet."

Annan took out the library key and looked at the two stacks of books wrapped in brown paper piled up by the carriage.

According to Annan's understanding of Mr. Victor, the old man strictly abides by order and rules, and as long as Annan does not make mistakes, Victor will not really get angry. However, the robed girl didn't know, she looked at Annan in surprise, and couldn't understand why Annan dared to talk to Victor in this tone, which didn't make him angry.

Click.

Opening the library door, Annan took the initiative to pick up the books and temporarily carry them to the desk.

"Mr. Victor, do you want to put them on the shelves?"

"You can take it home with you, too."

Annan, who had put away the books, first registered the robed girl according to the rules, and then opened the brown paper.

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There are words I don't know in the first book.

Annan gave up reading one by one and tore open the kraft of another stack of books. Just as he was about to put them on the empty shelves, Mr. Victor approached Annan with a few individually wrapped books: "Follow me." ”

Confirming that there would be no visitors for the time being, Annan followed Mr. Victor to a door leading to the basement, removed the oil lamp from the wall and lit it, and entered the basement with a flickering shadow.

There's no basement problem: cold and damp. Annan saw a bookcase leaning against the wall, and Victor handed over the oil lamp, Annan reached out to take it, watched him open the brown paper, and put three old books that were no longer new, old or even defective on the shelf.

"No one is allowed to come in without permission, and neither can you."

"Why?"

As for why he brought him in and didn't let him in, Annan regarded this kind of "telling the secret and letting himself keep the secret" as a kind of test for the old man.

"Because of these books."

"They're forbidden books?"

"They are knowledge...... Horror knowledge. ”

It sounds like an accidental book theft and then a horrific incident in the town.

Perhaps it was the basement environment that made Victor comfortable, and he said a little more than usual: "Knowledge has power." Those legends, evil gods, gods, void creatures...... The knowledge and experience expounded and recorded by powerful beings, and even a word is powerful. ”

"Are these books that?"

"It's not. They are just some residual force of gibberish...... Okay, let's get out. ”

Annan believed it, otherwise they would not have been sealed in the basement.

Leaving the basement with Mr. Victor, Annan continued to read the "Fairy Tales of Merlin". Today, though, there's an unexpected guest on the door.

A rose-red dress wrapped around her plump body walked into the library, and the rich fragrance spread with the tall figure.

The wine lady came to the library.

"Why are you there?" The wine lady looked at Annan with a smile.

"I'm working here." Annan said helplessly, "At least not in the bedroom." ”

"Bedroom?"

The old man snorted coldly and leaned over.

"She's a guest I met at the tavern, a waitress...... We've only seen it a few times......"

"Mr. Victor, I'm visiting my niece." Greetings from the wine lady.

"She's there." Victor also didn't have a good temper with the wine lady, and turned his face to look at Annan, "I guess you're going to sweep the floor." ”

Annan sighed at this unwarranted disaster.

"Yes, Mr. Victor."