In the northern part of Berley, at the very edge near the western wall, there is a large area of greenery. Several ancient, quaint buildings stand among the green trees and red walls, revealing a historical atmosphere of vicissitudes. This is the Royal Library of the Gallic Empire, a place that has been almost forgotten by nine out of ten Berellian people.

When the Centennial Continental War broke out, people all over the world were filled with killing, war, violence, and conflict, who would come to the library to read books?

After the end of the Hundred Years of Continental War, Saint Louis XIII vigorously developed the economy, and all the subjects of the empire were working very hard to make money, accumulate family business, and work hard to strive upward.

After the abdication of Saint Louis XIII and the accession of Holy Light I, the empire became more radical. Economic development is advancing rapidly, arms expansion and warfare for no reason, and the whole society has fallen into a state of impetuosity. The aristocrats are busy drunk and dreaming of death, the common people are busy indulging in pleasures, and even the heroes in the market are busy grabbing land and gold coins, and few people are willing to come here to rummage through those old antiques.

Today, the Royal Library has no more than a hundred people a day, most of whom are old scholars from the university town of Berelli, who come here to read the old texts in order to do all kinds of papers. And those young teachers and professors, they are busy attending all kinds of upper-class banquets, busy attending various academic salons, and busy publishing their own books to improve their academic status......

These young people, they are also not in the mood to study.

So the Royal Library became very quiet, as quiet as a graveyard in the middle of an autumn night. In broad daylight, apart from a few crisp birdsongs, nothing else could be heard.

Draped in a spacious gray coarse cloth robe, Latus walked slowly from the collection to the library of writings, holding a large tome made of thick parchment. As the name suggests, the collection houses about 300,000 volumes of various works and texts that have been handed down from the Dark Calendar. As for the book library, it is dedicated to those library staff. Or it is a place for foreign readers to read and write books quietly.

Founded 250 years ago, the Writings Museum is a gray-black monolithic building with three floors. Each floor covers an area of more than a dozen acres. The building is divided into thousands of large and small rooms, which are simply furnished, but simple but not shabby. Each room has a lounge, a washroom and a study, although the area is not large, but it is enough to ensure ordinary living needs.

Many old scholars who live in the library all the year round, scrutinizing one of their own works word by word.

In this impetuous and ever-changing empire, the Royal Library is the last piece of pure land, the last ivory tower that maintains inner peace. It is only here that you can feel a bit of real learning.

"It's so quiet!" Latus sighed softly as he held the thick volume of the Nobility Heraldic Genealogy.

It was so quiet, so quiet that he thought he was deep in the tomb. It was so quiet that he almost thought he was dead. Such silence, such silence, made Latus very uncomfortable. Even though he had lived here for several years, he still couldn't adapt to the environment.

But he has to get used to it! At least he has to look like he's very comfortable with the atmosphere here, and he has to read hard every day. Every day, I worked hard to transcribe information, and I worked hard to compile something that was completely useless. Otherwise, he would probably suffer the same fate as his father - the third prince of the Imperial Empire suddenly fell ill and died, and he couldn't even find out what the disease was!

Walking slowly along the shady corridor, from another vertical verandah, an old man in a gray robe with gray hair also walked over with a thick book. It happened to be shoulder to shoulder with Latus.

"Hello, Master!" said Latus, with a humble smile, bowing slightly to the old man.

"Hello, Your Highness Latus!" the old man smiled and nodded to Latus, and an invisible wave of magic emanated from the pendant on his chest, silently sealing the space around the two of them. If someone spied on them with magic, they would immediately be detected by the magic engraved on the pendant.

The two stood in the verandah with a smile, as if two real scholars were discussing academic issues, their eyes glazed over, dancing and arguing about something. But if their conversation were known to outsiders, it would cause an uproar.

"In the Sixth Abyss, our people got a definite result from a demon lord at the cost of three hundred virgins. ”

The old man said in a deep voice, "The blood extracted from His Royal Highness the Prince's heart has been analyzed by that demon lord as a mutated abyss plague poison. The plague virus, originally produced in the body of the abyssal corpse eater, was cultivated by a necromancer to strengthen the toxin by a hundred times, and then purified with holy light, from a highly toxic poison that killed people in an instant, to a chronic poison that gradually attacked over several months. ”

"Light Purification!" Latus nodded to the old man with a smile, but his eyes had turned crimson.

"Yes, only the Temple of Dawn has the ability to purify viruses, turning their lethality from an instantaneous burst into a chronic poison that continues to attack. The old man said gloomily: "The eldest prince, as well as His Royal Highness the Prince, are all ...... Murderous. ”

Latus gave the old man a deep look: "So, should I thank them for not killing them all?"

The old man shook his head gently, and he said indifferently: "This is the blood oath of the Gallic royal family, that person can kill your father and kill the eldest prince, but ...... He can't do anything against you and His Highness Mares. As if he couldn't do anything to His Majesty, certain bloodline oaths constrained his actions. ”

Ratus narrowed his eyes, the oath of blood? He suddenly remembered something, something that had been left behind by him.

The dim hall, the flickering candlelight, the old men in black robes who were so old that they were all dead with a breath of death...... The nightmarish scene made Latus forget about these things as quickly as he could, but now, he remembered it again.

"His Royal Highness the Prince has been murdered!" said the old man in a deep voice, "I have informed the most reliable noble Excellencies, and they have decided to remain by your side and continue to swear allegiance to you, just as they have pledged allegiance to His Royal Highness." ”

Sighing, the old man said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, you have to cheer up." ”

Latus gritted his teeth, he looked at the old man with a gloomy face: "I'm under house arrest here, I can't even leave the Royal Library, what do you think I can do? I'm not even as good as Mares, although he is desperate in the Norman Battle Castle, but at least he has freedom!"

The old man smiled, he looked at Latus very deeply, and said gloomily, "Perhaps, something has changed in the matter. ”

With the fastest speed of speech, the most concise language, the old man told Latus about the assassination of Bhikkhus, Beya, Stron, Count Longshan, and others in the early hours of this morning. The assassination of the prince of Caesar's empire was bound to provoke all kinds of contradictions between Caesar's empire and the Gallic empire; Beya was severely wounded, his fighting spirit was abolished, and a vicious dog beside the bhikshu was broken in his leg; and the bhikshu himself was seriously wounded, and his arrogance will certainly be weakened much in the future.

And with so many troubles gathered together, where is the Holy Light I still in the mood to take care of Latus?

This is the best chance for Latus to make a difference! avenge his father, save himself from this dangerous and embarrassing situation, and then fight back to remove the Holy Light I from power and take the throne!

"A very good idea, but very difficult!" said Ratustan in vain, "even if I had the allegiance of all the great men who were extremely loyal to my father, how much power would I have at my disposal? Can there be 100,000 of their private soldiers combined?Can there be a thousand of their henchmen together?...... Well, limited to certain secret covenants, we don't consider the existence above the Holy Realm!"

Spreading his hands, Latus hurriedly said: "We will not be their opponents, unless we can find strong foreign reinforcements!"

The old man nodded fiercely: "You have the best choice! Your Highness, the seriously injured Earl of Longshan! He will be your best friend!"

Latus was silent, his eyes narrowed, and he pondered for a long time before slowly nodding.

"You can try, he was seriously injured by the assassination, the Earl, and he won't just leave it at that. He must want to find out who is behind the scenes!"

Taking a deep breath, Latus said quickly, "Find a way to contact him, be careful, tell him that the mastermind behind it is probably a bhikkhus! I have heard of the great name of this Count of Longshan, and I am amazed at his wealth. If there is any help from him......"

Latus clenched his fists and said word by word: "With the influence he now has in the Vyas Business Federation, with the power that his ally, Duke Greenwood, has, and with his immense wealth, there are many things we can do. ”

In the Western continent, population is not a problem, let alone the source of soldiers. After Arthur's census alone, the population of the five northern provinces of the Gallic Empire alone was 160 million, which shows what level the population of the entire Gallic Empire had reached? The total population of the Gallic Empire was far several times higher than the official figures announced by the Empire!

As long as there is money, there is a large amount of enough money, and it is easy to arm a legion of millions of people!

"I can tell Count Sù Longshan about my psychological bottom line!"

Latus gritted his teeth and said word by word: "If I can avenge my father, then he will receive the title of Duke of the Empire, as well as a matching fief." If he can help me ascend to the throne, then he will be knighted as a Prince of the Empire, and ......"

Latus exhaled heavily: "Moreover, his princely domain will be a permanent dominion!"