Steel steam and flame

The sun's rays are not very strong, but they are very dazzling to the eyes.

Doris, like most of the women waiting in the square, wore a hat that was too big for her. The brim of the hat is very large, not only blocking all the sunlight shining on her face, but also covering most of her face at a certain angle. When they separated from the housekeepers a few days ago, they didn't say anything unnecessary to Doris, they just reminded her to hide.

The addition of the smaller Doris in the limo did not seem crowded at all, and the old air circulation system was struggling to deliver fresh air into the car. Driving quickly on a road with few vehicles, the buildings on both sides rushed toward them.

"First go to the Imperial Library here and drop me off. Then you can find a place to have breakfast and then go to the hotel that has been decided in advance to rest." The limo drove at an extremely fast speed. Entering the main city, Julien deliberately accelerated his speed. He didn't want to run into the morning rush hour that every city has. "Everyone should stay in a separate room and rest first. Don't rush to contact us. We will discuss the specific matters after I return to the hotel."

"Okay, we can take advantage of this time to sort out what we need to deal with next." Julien responded to Cassia's words from the side. The limo passed through the curve blocked by the buildings standing in front of it, and it was like a bush. Countless buildings clustered together instantly crowded into their eyes.

There is no surprising feeling. After seeing the extreme prosperity of Manoma, facing this similar architectural style and the same grand momentum, the four people's reaction was to blink a few more times so that their brains could better understand. Good processing of information mapped in the eyes.

Following the agreed procedure, Cassia got off the car in front of the Imperial Library. The building is a combination of white marble and anti-corrosive hardened oak boards. The entire layout presents a common square shape and is close to dozens of floors in height.

Imperial libraries are set up in every prosperous area. As public buildings of the country, they are well maintained. The Empire is surprisingly thoughtful about these things.

Although the door of the Imperial Library in front of him was already wide open, maybe because it was the time of day for breakfast, only the lonely Cassia walked in slowly.

A long row of borrowing processing counters is directly opposite the door, with the real entrance to the library on both sides. Here you can already see all kinds of books placed on rows of bookshelves. From the outside, you can roughly see the general area of ​​this imperial library, but when you enter it, you feel that there seems to be no end inside. Not only are books placed here, there are also many cultural relics preserved in this area on the upper floors.

There was no need to go through any formalities. Cassia followed the prompts to the imperial history books. It took a few minutes to find what she needed.

"Groth Rom, the first generation of knight king of the empire, was born in the Kingdom of Mano. During..." Cassia glanced at the introduction at the beginning and continued to read.

After reading several identical history books, I found the section introducing Grote. Although there are some differences in the textual description, the general meaning is the same - the first generation of Knight King did not live long, and finally died heroically in the war with the enemy country. His wife and children received the best treatment in the empire and lived peacefully until their old age, when they either fell ill or died of natural causes. Everything recorded in the books is in a very normal state, and there is no room for refutation. What's more, all history books contain the same facts, and no one is allowed to refute them.

But this is not the answer Cassia wants. In other words, once the words recorded in the books are different from what he is thinking in his head, he will instinctively doubt the authenticity of the facts written above. Closing the book, Cassia looked at the densely arranged books in front of her in a daze.

"Young man, you seem to be very interested in the history of the first generation of King of Knights." There was a voice next to him, old but not declining, very lively.

Cassia looked over and saw an old man with almost white hair, resting on one side with a tall stack of books in his hands. He was wearing gray Imperial Library employee work clothes, with a warm smile on his face that was as warm as the morning sun.

"Can you give me a hug? At this age, it's no use trying to hold on. My body strength can't keep up at all." The old man said with a smile. "It seems that I will have to hold a few less books when I hold them in the future." Although people are old, their hearts are still the same as before." As he said, the old man put back a book according to the number on each book. Although Cassia didn't know what happened yet, she walked over to take the first-base book and followed the old man.

"The relevant books placed here are incomplete, especially about history. It is difficult to have a library that covers all history. And although it is history, it is also written by people. How much of it is correct? Whether it is or not is also a question." The old man said, walking through the rows of bookshelves, and quickly put the books in Cassia's hands back to their original positions. "There is a warehouse on the third floor, where some Taipei books are piled up. It is too old, or how to say, it can be regarded as a book that needs to be verified. A lot of it is about history. The history of the first generation of Knight King that you are interested in also accounts for a lot. Are you interested? Go up and take a look, it’s a thank you for helping me.”

Nodding to express thanks, the old man led him to the third floor.

It is said to be a warehouse, but in Cassia's eyes, it is more like a place where the old man used to read alone. It does not have the quiet and deserted look that a warehouse should have. The air was not fresh. When the two of them walked in, the white dust accumulated on the books flew up like snow smoke in an avalanche. Everything showed the same old feeling as the old man.

"As a small warehouse, I used to read here when I had nothing to do. Some of the books I collected were not allowed to be returned home, so they were piled here." The old man walked over and opened the heavy curtains, then opened the The windows were open to the air, and large beams of golden sunlight came in. "There are not many young people like you who like to read books. Those nobles don't know, but as far as ordinary people are concerned, this library that is always empty is , it’s rare to see young faces.”

After sighing, the dust that I don't know where came from turned into small living animals in the square sunlight, which were circling and flying there. "Just look, the door will be closed until twelve o'clock in the evening. Tighten the door when you leave. That’s it, you don’t need to tell me. There are still a lot of books down there that need to be put back into place, so I won’t bother you.”

The old man smiled and exited the room, leaving Cassia alone facing the silent books there, speechless.

There’s no such thing as happiness on Singles’ Day. . . . .