Dawn of the Grey Tower

After a few turns in the corridor, a group of three people came to a corridor paved with blue-gray stone bricks. One side of the corridor is hollowed out, and a counter and interior space are reserved like a shop. On the wall of this compartment, Densely hung with various shapes of keys.

A bald old man resting his chin with one hand and his elbow with the other, was lying on the counter dozing off, the sound from his nose was even, and he was obviously sleeping very deeply.

"Mr. Keya, I'm here to borrow the key." Kate shouted to the old man familiarly, and patted the wooden table top, making a dull sound. The sound became particularly huge through the drumming of the space below the cabinet.

"Ah, ah! I'm here, I'm here." Old Keya woke up from the dream, repeating a few words like babble, before opening his cloudy eyes a few seconds later.

"The key!" The female mage shouted to the old man with a loud voice, but it was not because of her bad temper. Judging from the state of her deliberately putting her head to her ear, it should be because the old man's ears were not very sensitive.

"Ah, key, key, um, yes."

The old man turned to look at the wall full of keys, fiddling with his fingers. Not to mention that the compartment is now only lit by a tray of less than ten candles. Even someone with dark vision like Ata, the keys on the wall look similar.

This makes one wonder if the old Koya can tell the difference.

However, Attador was worried, because after a few seconds, the old man turned around and looked at Kate pitifully, "Which key do you want?"

The female swordsman couldn't bear to see this, but Kate didn't care so much, just raised the volume again, "Underground! Area 3! I want to borrow the key to Area 3 underground!"

In fact, this is not how bad the female mage is, it is just because she has been dealing with the old man for too long, even if she did feel sympathy for the key administrator at first, but after years of time-consuming and laborious key borrowing and returning It also took some patience.

Good people are good people who can help someone who has just met and who is vulnerable, and good people who can be patient and kind to a person who is irreparably vulnerable for years.

Good means not bad. It can be accomplished through self-discipline and cognition, and it is the follow and identification of justice and righteousness. But goodness is not the case. Goodness is more internal. People need to dig in and find it by themselves.

But no matter whether it is good or good, the main body is himself. For those who accept kindness and goodwill, this gift may be charcoal in the snow, making people warm for three winters, maybe he is not aware of it at all, unaware.

Is this the recipient's problem? I'm afraid not. If you give good intentions to others and hope that they will be grateful to you, it is worth pondering whether this kindness is so good.

In the same way, maliciousness is also true. Some people are very sensitive and can stab him with an unintentional remark, but some people are just the opposite. What's more, Kate's attitude was far from being vicious, at most just a little anxious.

"Oh, underground two...three...three districts? Underground three districts, I know, I know."

The old man muttered in his mouth and turned to face the key to the wall again. Before, Kailas had ridiculed that there were too many doors and too many secrets. Now, judging from the number of keys, the doors he had seen were probably only one-third of the buildings in this building.

So many rooms also hint at how complex and unusual the spatial structure is.

"Can he really find the key?" Atta asked Kate in a low voice. In fact, her lowering her voice was unnecessary. With the volume of the female mage to the old man just now, even if she asked in a normal voice, she didn't have to worry about it. It fell into Mr. Koya's ears.

However, this may be the style of a female swordsman. She doesn't like to change her behavior according to others, so she can treat humans and fairies equally.

"He'll find it. Honestly, he's the only one who can do it, these keys have been around for as long as this house, if not longer, some locks to the past, some locks to the past. In short, Mr. Keya has gone through the whole process from the first key to the present. He used his life to record the rooms corresponding to each key and the keys that each room should correspond to at different times. Well, yes, here's Door locks are like that, same door, different keys, different rooms. Sometimes we have to start thinking about who can take the position if Mr. Coya's health gets worse."

"Is his body bad?" An old man, a wall of keys, a wall of secrets. It's hard to imagine what kind of past body is hidden under this old man's slightly hunched body.

"Oh, that's not it. Except for the ears, Mr. Koya's body is better than anyone here, and we often wonder if we will live longer than him. But that's not bad, it's a lot of work to re-give the keys. "

"I found it, this is what you need."

While the two were talking, the old man hesitantly took something called a key from the wall, confirmed it again and again, and put it on the table.

The appearance of that key is a regular triangular prism twenty centimeters long and five centimeters wide.

"This time it's a triangle, okay." Kate raised her eyebrows and held the key with a chain on one end in her hand.

"When you return the key, put it in the box over there, don't disturb me, sleep." After the old man finished speaking, he gave a big hit, walked back to his chair, and put the blanket over his lap. Get down on the table again.

The female mage shrugged to the two of them, shook the key in her hand, and then walked towards a section of the corridor, "This way."

Interestingly, Kate doesn't seem to know the way, she stops at every intersection and makes a choice, all the while holding the key in her hand.

"In case you feel cheated or I'm going in circles on purpose, let me state in advance that the location of the door leading to the underground is not fixed, and the key will guide us on how to find it. When approaching the door, it will heat up, and when away from It gets cooler. Honestly, I hate this kind of complicated and pointless design, but this lab building was built in a very old age, and the builders at that time were very fond of these kinds of things.”

"At least it makes it really look like a mage's house," Atta replied softly.

"Maybe, but I'd rather they make the room construction simpler, and we're not out of space. The construction department is excavating the inside of the mountain every day, but all the colleges use surprisingly low underground space. I don't know what they get What are those spaces doing?"