The ash wasn't very thick, and Kasia kept her movements as gentle as possible, and then made her way through the various books that were messily placed on the shelves and long wooden tables, looking for what she wanted. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everything is still in the same state, maybe a few years ago, and it can be seen in the ordinary room that no one has been here to take care of it for a long, long time. Each book also feels old, as if you are about to step into the earth, and then build a mound of earth, and add a corpse revealed by a cross, all the traces of decay and decay. But thanks to the excellent environment and state of maintenance inside the Imperial Library, they have not been eaten by insects.

The pace slowed down, and Cassia lived the names of these books one by one. Many of the books were not distributed through the Imperial Printing Factory. Most of these books were compiled by book lovers themselves, and then tied into a book with tough threads, and collected here by the elderly. Among them, there are many manuscripts written by hand, and the handwriting varies, and some of the ink handwriting has become obscure under the erosion of time.

And the answer that Kasia had already decided in his heart was also found in one of the manuscripts.

The book was old, sandwiched between the many books on the shelves. The book case is made of dry and cracked oily paper, which is mottled yellow, and there are colony and mildew spots that can still be used as specimens on it, the smell of antiquity, the taste of time.

The pages were as hard as fossils dug out of the depths of the earth, and Kasia felt that with a little force, the book would turn into a handful of pieces in his hands. There is no bibliography name, but the compilation is very well done, very regular—who copied the book, there is no indication of it, but there is a line of note in the corner that says that this is the thirteenth transcription.

Probably this book can be handed down, and it is also these thirteen people in the long history that no one knows.

The recorded stuff is very complicated and not systematic at all. The things written are also east and west, and there is not the slightest connection between them. It's like a person's daily essay in history, or a diary written by a person when he usually has nothing to do.

The text that Kasia needed is recorded at the end of the book, using only one piece of paper, and the words are as simple as they can be. The person who wrote this text in the first place may not have known the cause of the incident, or perhaps it was his own speculation, or it is not known that the incident should have rotted in the stomachs of everyone at the time.

"Today, more than a month later, the communication is not good, and the news of the death of the knight king Grote has reached us. Everyone is saddened, not only by the person my son admires, but also by far the person I admire the most, and his death is a heart-wrenching event for us. When my comrade-in-arms heard the news of the death of the Knight King, who lived in a town far from the small town of Grote's family, he was also a fanatical believer in the Knight King, and a veteran who had returned home from his wounds to recuperate, and he was going to visit Grote's family. Although he felt that he might not even be able to see the Knight King's family in person, it didn't stop him from wanting to go over and have a look. ”

He said that he had arrived there at night, and that there was no light in the town, only darkness and silence. People all left the place, and it seemed that there was also a time when the streets were growing hairy weeds in a short time. The simple house that belonged to the Grote family was even more desolate, the door was not locked, and there were signs of panic inside. The situation there told him that Grote's wife and his teenage daughter had been away for some time and were in a hurry. I thought there was something wrong, but later I found out that they had all been taken to Manoma by the eldest son of the knight King Grote、、、"

There are a few lines that seem to have been added decades later by the owner of these sentences.

But after that, no one saw Grote's family again, and the eldest son, who was also the eldest son who joined the army, seems to have died on the battlefield later, for reasons that have not been disclosed. My comrade-in-arms also went to Manoma for some time afterward, looking for their traces. He always felt that things were not what we knew. Just yesterday, after we had just finished a once-in-a-few meeting, he drank and said to me, 'Grote didn't die at the hands of the enemy, he died at the hands of his own.' His family, and everything, had completely disappeared into the entire empire at that time'、、、"

Seeing this, Kasia closed the book, followed by bits and pieces, all about the follow-up to the matter. But those things were no longer the same as the history books in the library, and some of his own conjectures were similar to those of Kasia himself.

Seeing this, Kasia's purpose is really just to know if Grlot has a daughter who never exists. In the history books, Grote's wife and children only include the only son, and the only wife who came.

Not in a hurry to get out, Kasia stayed in the small warehouse for a while, until he was sure that there was no more information available, then he closed the door and descended the stairs.

On the first floor of the building, there was no trace of the old man, and Kasia, who wanted to thank him, could only walk out of the Imperial Library with regret. Outside, the sunlight became much stronger, and the light took in enough heat and began to scorch everything in its path.

Walking out of the square surrounded by flower beds in front of the library, Cassia waited for a while before stopping an idle limousine, saying the name of the hotel, and going back to meet Julien and them.

The window glass filters out the excess heat from the sun, and it becomes warm when it shines on Kasia.

But this physical warmth could not thaw his frozen brain at the moment. Here, there is a branch of things, on the one hand, the fact that Grlot is talking to him in the spirit world, and on the other hand, the conjecture that he himself suddenly catches in the chaos of his thoughts. Which side should be trusted, Kasia could not make up his mind for a while.

"For a thousand years, the only people who can talk to Grote may be the saints who have been passed down from generation to generation. Then in terms of information collection and processing, Grote may not have the slightest other way. Kasia closed her eyes and said in her heart, "If the Holy Emperor who is regarded as a puppet in Grote's mouth is true, and it has been passed down from generation to generation like the Holy Maiden, and he is not a beneficiary of the operation, he will be an ordinary person all his life." So talented, they don't know if in the process of continuous rebellion, will they think about paving the way for future generations, instead of only thinking about redeeming themselves? No matter how talented a person is, if he is not as dazzling as the sun, then he can only illuminate the dark night sky through the stars. And if it is known that the strength and savings of just one generation are not enough to overthrow this infinite cycle, those generations of Holy Emperors who died with unwillingness and hatred for the Holy Emperor Hall or the Empire are also secretly like the forces of the Quartet, superimposing their ambitions on the Holy Emperors who don't know how many generations later. The forces of the Quartet are waiting for their time, and those Holy Emperors may also be waiting for such an opportunity. They are Holy Emperors, and they are not just a position that can be filled by just one person from among ordinary people. Except for the puppets, each of them has a flower-like talent and strong literacy. ”

Without a clear answer, Kasia did not make a judgment on her conjecture. Or not yet.

At this time, the limousine stopped in front of a hotel, and there was no time to think about it, and before I knew it, I had arrived at my destination. (To be continued.) )