Jialan could feel the tide of arcane energy originating from [Book Ryan] surging in his body, causing his cold and rigid body to gradually wake up from its slumber.

Slowly opening his eyes, his black jewel-like eyes flashed with a pale blue brilliance, and Jialan slowly got up, and her whole body sounded like a gray skeleton.

Moving his stiff neck, the joints made a crisp sound of "click! click!", and Jialan snorted softly.

[Where is this?]

Looking around in a daze, the familiar bookshelves in my memory have become shelves full of various "sundries", and it seems that even the spatial pattern of the room has changed.

[Am I not organizing the shelves in the reading room?]

Jialan frowned and thought for a long time, his memory gradually recovered, he suddenly came to his senses, and couldn't help opening his mouth to exclaim, but only a low "uh~~" came out of his throat.

[Damn!, I sound like a dead zombie.] ]

Swallowing her saliva hard, her moist and dry throat, Jialan looked down and found herself on a marble stone table that looked like an altar.

[Am I being sacrificed by a cult?]

After looking around for a while, it was pitch black, not even a [Forever Burning Torch] or [Lighting Rod], and the octagonal window on the roof cast a soft pale blue moonlight on him, enveloping him, making his still-unconscious limbs feel a hint of warmth.

In the pale blue moonlight, there were a large number of light points like fine dust, and they seemed to be plankton in the deep sea, fluttering and converging into a bunch of tulle, and the naughty ones danced out of thin air like a little goblin, gently around him after a few circles, and then converged to his chest.

Jialan looked down, and on her chest was a pale blue crystal pendant, which was his caretaker [Catalogue Stone], the key to the three million rooms of the entire Fort Colan Library.

[Is it the Catalogue Stone that woke me up?]

Jialan raised her slender but pale fingers, wanting to release a [Dancing Light Technique] as illumination, but a "dry" feeling came from the depths of his brain, causing the corners of his eyes to twitch heavily, and his weak body shook involuntarily.

Reluctantly, he put down his palm, and didn't try to put a [floating saucer technique] again, but honestly used his stiff body, hands and feet to climb down the marble "altar", even if this altar is only one meter and five meters high, Jialan doesn't think that his zombie-like muscles and skeleton-like bones can land smoothly.

As for why don't you put a [floating saucer] to make a step?

The arcane energy fountain in his body had dried up enough to emit smoke, and he couldn't even release the Rank 0 [Light Technique] just now, let alone the Rank 1 [Floating Saucer Technique].

Although she doesn't understand why the owner of this room would put all kinds of worthless sundries on the museum shelves where antiques should be placed, Jialan feels that she should not rudely judge the unique interests of the owner here, nor should she touch those seemingly dangerous "sundries" at will.

Who knows what kind of obscure arcane traps are placed on those things to protect the master's beloved things, and it will be taboo to take them without permission, although he didn't sense any arcane energy fluctuations on those museum shelves at all.

Walking out of this "utility room" that made him feel not very good, and through the dark hall and the open door, Jialan felt that the master must have been in a hurry when he left, and he must have encountered some urgency, otherwise he would not have forgotten to close the door, and even left suspicious water stains on the ground.

When he stepped out of the building, Jialan found himself in a huge complex of buildings, which looked like an academy, because he smelled the familiar smell of books in the air, and the layout of these buildings was also very familiar to him from the "Coranburg Library".

Noticing the lights in the stone castle not far away, Jialan thought for a moment, and although his mind was full of doubts, he still decided not to disturb people at the time of dawn.

Since it was judged that this should be an academy, then the lights were still on at the moment, and it was undoubtedly a certain mage who taught here, and only they would cherish every minute of their time so conscientiously, squeezing out time late at night to conduct their own spell research, so as to free up their daytime to teach the students.

Generally speaking, the temper of mages changes with the progress of research, and the quiet environment in the middle of the night is often the most critical time for research, and it is still a trivial matter to interrupt a mage's experiment at this time, and it is still a trivial matter to be blown up by a string of [synergistic arcane missiles], and if an important experiment is just ruined, it is not a fun thing to be named by an angry mage for a spell duel.

The darkness before dawn does not have any effect on Jialan, who is [Book Ryan], and the [Ryan's Eye] effect of his eyes is far stronger than the effect of constant [Dark Vision], which is enough to achieve a stronger vision ability than [Arcane Eye].

With a pale blue glimmer in her eyes, she easily found a place to rest and wait for the dawn, where were the rows of wooden benches on the side of the College Square, but unfortunately, the night dew had soaked the planks, and they looked wet.

Subconsciously waved his hand, intending to release a [Secondary Dehydration Technique] weakened from the [Dehydration Technique] to dry the bench, and when the spell was released, he realized that the arcane energy spring in his body had already dried up, and he couldn't release any spells at all.

But what startled Jialan was that a ball of brilliant white light broke away from his palm and landed on the wet bench, and then the bench emitted a faint "snort" sound that could only be heard in this silent night, and the water traces on the wooden board quickly evaporated and rose, and even the wooden board made a "pop" explosion......

Looking at the bench that seemed to be a little too dry and had been cracked, Jia Lan looked at her palm speechlessly for a while, and then checked the arcane energy spring in her body, which was still dry and dry without a trace of arcane energy.

Raising his head and looking at the [Book Ryan] with only a faint corner of the crescent moon left in the sky, Jialan was silently surprised: [Did you lend me the amount of strength?]

Unfortunately, the pale blue [Book Ryan] finished his overnight duty and was slowly disappearing from the gradually brightening canopy, leaving only a faint "smile".

Jialan, who couldn't try anymore, had no choice but to sit helplessly on the bench that had been dried and thoughtful: [Only at night, can I use the power of the book Ryan to release the spell?]