Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Another piece of white goose down fell from the top of the head, but it was snow from the eaves of the library.

Wilmer met Maester Cronin's eyes, and he had just put the necklace back into his neck.

"Standing at the door for so long, come in, kid." Maester Cronin was holding the door, the cold wind was blowing his thin body, and the heavy clothes seemed to be able to crush the dying old man.

Wilmer stepped into the library and closed the door.A smell of scrolls and ink intertwined, rotten wood and moldy ash floating in the air, crashed into his nostrils.

In addition to this, there is wood gas for the fireplace.The slight crackling sound makes people feel warm.

The library is equivalent to two or three dormitories, and it is divided into upper and lower floors.If you compare it with the size of the Holy See and the nobles, it's a bit embarrassing.But the essence of Rock City is basically concentrated here. The collection of books is carefully selected by Bachelor Cronin, suitable for every knight who trains here.

Looking around, the clerk who usually runs in and out, as well as any servants, are completely gone now.

"They walk and stay. The care of the library is basically all that is done every day, and the old man can do it slowly when he comes alone. In winter, you need to exercise your muscles and bones, don't you think? chain."

Maester Cronin chatted with him patiently, and Wilmer gave a soft "hmm" and started arranging the scrolls familiarly.

He smelled the smell of ginger and jujube tea, and after looking away, he saw that Maester Cronin was holding a cup, blowing hot air, and sipping it carefully.

He brought ginger jujube tea to the dark cave.In this familiar yet unfamiliar place, there is no trace of Holly at all.

The necklace is Wilmer's thoughts. Since the first day he arrived in Rock City, his thoughts of Holly have been in his flesh and blood.

Rather, everything about Holly is affecting him, penetrating into every crevice of his body.Now that he is suddenly withdrawn, he has to rely on some scents - ginger jujube tea, to heal a certain string that has always been tight and has not collapsed.

Maester Cronin's gaze rested on this undead boy who had just grown up, and there was a hint of approval in his eyes.

"Seeing you move neatly, I feel a lot more relieved. It's not like they always send some clumsy guys... Last time, I almost burned the book!"

Undead boys never liked to answer, but Maester Cronin knew that the other party was listening.

Bone Chain was a frequent visitor to the library, and Cronin knew well that the deputy commander was extremely optimistic about this kid.

It is said that he was sent here today as a "punishment". Cronin, who had spent almost half his life in Rock City, felt that this was not qualified to be called a punishment at all, but a reward instead.

There are too many books to read in the library, which is the easiest place to calm down.Most of the intentions of the deputy commander are estimated to be here.

"That's right, boy, do you want to see it? The Chief Bursar brought me some good stuff from the ground recently!"

Wilmer wanted to shake his head at first, his head was full of Holly.

But after hesitating, he turned and nodded.This year's Blood Moon Day can't go to the ground. After all, it is something on the ground. Even if it has nothing to do with Holly, at least it can touch one or two.

"Come here, come closer. Look, what a nice thing..."

With a pair of skinny hands, Maester Cronin gently spread out a roll of what looked like silk cloth, covering the entire short table.

That thing is as thin as a cicada's wing, soft as water, knotted like a cloud, and slippery like a forge; it seems that the wind will blow it into the sky with a little breath.

"Master Cronin, is this...?" Wilmer asked suspiciously.

"Paper, white and flawless paper." Maester Cronin's eyes were full of tenderness, and the strength of stroking the paper seemed to be treating the girl's face carefully and cherishingly.

"I have lived for such a long time, and I have never seen such fine paper. I heard that it is made of bamboo."

Wilmer caught something faintly, but he couldn't make a decision yet, the bony fingers hanging by his side curled up slightly.

"It's hard to find a lot of money outside! Thanks to the place where your chief of affairs went, the gods favored him, so he managed to buy back this batch of paper."

"It's so good that it's used by gods to write, and all vulgar words can't be stained. How can I get my hands on it... It's a pity that your chief of affairs said that paper can't be preserved for a long time, and it will eventually turn yellow by moths."

"Why can't good things last forever? I have to write some ancient books..."

The old and late voice lingered in the ear, and Wilmer seemed to have never heard of Maester Cronin's whispering.

He noticed that in the corner of the white paper, there was an ink mark - bamboo, which seemed to be Nianhua's emblem.

Wilmer felt his soul core vibrate, he couldn't restrain it, and he didn't want to suppress the warmth and sorrow that surged repeatedly.

He was delighted to be able to see the things of Nianhua here; because of the opening of the blood moon day, the white paper could reach the dark cave, and he felt sad on the other hand.

Hawley should know about Blood Moon Day, wouldn't he blame himself for not being able to see him?I really want to see him, smell Nianhua's aroma of wine and wood...

There is also the special smell on Holly that is extremely attractive to him.

"Boy? Bone chain?" Cronin called Wilmer softly, seeing that Wilmer was motionless.

"Hmm." Wilmer's voice was low and hoarse, "It...is the best paper I've ever seen."

Maester Cronin rolled up the white paper carefully, smoothing out an inconspicuous corner with distress.

Thoughts were rolled up together, Wilmer came back to his senses and clenched his fists.

He must find the culprit who killed Uncle Buckle as soon as possible, know the truth at that time, and then return to Holly.

"By the way, people tend to forget things when they get older." Maester Cronin put away the blank paper and slapped his head.Remove the long bunch of keys from your waist.

He walked slowly, hunchbacked, and walked slowly to a chained door.

"Boy, I have to work hard for you today, help me clean up here." After picking the lock lightly, Cronin waved his hand and called Wilmer to a small cubicle.

"There are many files here, recording the major events that have happened in the dark camp over the years, not to mention the details, at least in more detail.

"The more confidential content is beyond our knowledge, and it is all guarded by the Dark Holy See. Don't worry about sorting it out, as always, according to my mark and year."

"Thank you, Maester Cronin."

Even if Wilmer hadn't been taught by Hawley, he could more or less perceive the other party's intentions.

Maester Cronin turned his back, waved his hands, and swayed down the steps: "I'm going to rest for a while."

The door of the house was ajar, revealing the dust and warmth outside.For the time being, there are only him and the bachelor in the library, and Wilmer has not closed the door.

He glanced at the bookshelf that was almost on top of the beams, moved the chair over, and began to gather the scrolls quickly.

It took about two candlelights, and Wilmer went back and forth to check carefully, making sure that there was nothing left to clean up.

He suddenly thought of something, and the movement of climbing down the ladder froze.Immediately, he kicked his legs again, followed the year marked on the top of the bookcase, and pulled out one of the sheepskin scrolls.

Sitting in a corner, leaning against the wall, Wilmer unwrapped the seal, and a pair of exposed dark eyeholes scanned through many words.

The hand that spread out the scroll stayed on a line of words - Ferry Yeoman, the former senior mage of the light camp, and Rosalind Serves, the former archer and former camp leader of the dark camp.

The snow fluttered outside the window, and Wilmer watched it for a long time. He didn't know if he was touched in his heart.Maybe there is, like snow, sometimes more and sometimes less.

The words are like wind and snow, whistling, passing through the hall and entering the room.Then it was melted into water stains by the warmth overflowing from the fireplace, and turned into nothing.

When Wilmer finished reading the last word, he remained prone to the ground and did not move for a long time.

He was like a bystander, reading a ridiculous story.But the protagonists of the story are his biological parents.

Should he be sad?After all, the ending of the story is a tragedy, and even eventually led to the reality that he became an abandoned baby.

Wilmer's bone palm touched the position of his soul core through the thick robe.

He had to admit that he was not as sad as he expected.His biological parents left him a body, and he couldn't really feel the rest of the emotions.

But thank you anyway, in the scroll, he should not have survived, he was a dead baby.

Because of the insistence of Delphine Yeoman and Rosalind Serves, he was able to retrieve a life that remained in the world.

Then, all the love he has received so far has been truly felt by Uncle Buckle, who adopted him, and Holly.

At least now he finally understands why he was called the son of sinners when he was young.

He couldn't accurately describe his mood at the moment, and planned to bury it in his heart for the time being, and talk to Holly in detail at that time.

"Click."

The door lock rang lightly, and then footsteps came from far to near.

Wilmer approached the door and looked far to the second floor: a slender figure in black robe walked between the bookstores.

He entered from the back door and directly passed the guards, which showed that he had a high status, at least an officer.

Maester Cronin was slumped next to the fireplace, a woolen blanket with a book resting on his lap.

The person who came didn't seem to want to disturb Maester Cronin, but hurried to the maester's side and put down a scroll.

When someone came to take off the hood, Wilmer was shocked, and suddenly grabbed the door frame tightly.

——He has short blond hair and blood red eyes.Wilmer happened to be in a position where he could clearly see: the end of the other party's slender eyes, apart from the eye lines, there was also a drop-shaped maroon birthmark.

Maybe it was because the gaze was too strong, the other party turned his head instantly.

"Who?" He frowned alertly.

A pair of bones and palms came into view, and above that was a dark elf half-breed boy with light blonde curly hair and a very beautiful appearance.

Half of the young man's face was hidden under the scarf, so he couldn't see clearly.

There were quite a lot of mixed-race cubs, but he didn't care.After taking a look, he called out, "Come down, show me something, and come back soon."

Seeing the other party standing still for a long time, he urged dissatisfiedly: "Why are you standing still, move faster."

Wilmer went downstairs in silence, and he always maintained a half-faced appearance.

After the other party left, Wilmer lowered his eyes, and all the dark waves and torrents were hidden deep in his eyes.

He shifted his gaze and stared at the object temporarily stored by the other party.

Maester Cronin was in a deep sleep, snoring loudly.Wilmer stretched out his hand tentatively, just as he was about to touch the scroll, a gust of wind slipped along the window and into the library.

The scroll swayed a few times, and a piece of light and fluffy paper fell from it: the beige and smooth bottom was the Nianhua paper that Wilmer saw today.

It seems that it was originally sandwiched between the scrolls and pinched in the hand, so it was not blown off so easily as it is now.

Wilmer picked up the palm-sized piece of paper, glanced at it briefly, and saw a complicated and gorgeous magic circle drawn on the paper.

He had never seen the text marked on the side—totem-like, as strange and complicated as a formation, but he knew what was written at a glance.

As the footsteps approached, he put the piece of paper back into the scroll, and the two things were adjusted to their original state.

The other party didn't look at it too much, as if he was anxious about something, he copied the things and left in a big stride.

Wilmer recalled what he had just seen, thoughtfully.

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It is expected to meet in the next chapter or the next chapter!Time travel——