The white ash was not very thick. Cassia made sure to move as gently as possible, and then patrolled the various books scattered on the bookshelves and long wooden square tables, looking for what she wanted.
Everything is still in the same state as it was maybe a few years ago. From the ordinary room, it can be seen that no one has been here to take care of it for a long time. Every book also has an old feel, as if it is about to step into the earth.
Then a mound of earth was built, and a corpse was added to indicate the cross. It was full of traces of dilapidation and decay. But thanks to the excellent environment and state of maintenance of the Imperial Library, they were not infected by insects.
Worn.
Moving very slowly, Cassia read 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 with tough threads.
It looked like a book and was collected here by the old man. There are many manuscripts copied by hand. The handwriting is different, and some of them have become blurred under the erosion of time.
The answer that Cassia had already determined in her heart was also found in one of the manuscripts.
The book was very old, and was sandwiched among the many books on the bookshelf. It was made of cracked oil paper as the book cover, with a mottled yellow color on it, and dotted with bacterial colonies and mildew spots that could be used as specimens, giving it an ancient atmosphere.
The taste of time.
The pages inside were as hard as fossils excavated from the depths of the earth. Cassia felt that with just a little bit of strength, the book would turn into a handful of fragments in his hands. There was no book name, but the compilation inside was made of
It has to be formal and formal - there is no indication of who copied this book, but there is a line of notes in the corner saying that this is the thirteenth copy.
Perhaps this book can be handed down because of these thirteen people in the long history who no one knows.
The recorded things are very mixed and not systematic at all. The things written are also scattered here and there, with no connection at all. It is more like the daily essays of a person in history, or what a person usually writes when he has nothing to do.
Diary written.
The text that Cassia needed was recorded at the end of the book. It only took a piece of paper to write, and the words were simple enough. The person who originally wrote this text may not have known what was going on.
The reason may be his own speculation, or the matter should have rotted in everyone's stomach at the time.
"Today, more than a month later, the communication is not good, and the news of the death of Knight King Grote reached us. Everyone is very sad, not only the person my son admires, but also the person I admire the most so far.
His death is a heartbreaking thing for us. My comrade-in-arms lives in a town far away from Grote’s family town. When he heard the news of the death of the Knight King, he also
As a fanatical believer in the King of Knights, he is also an injured veteran who returned to his hometown to recuperate. He is going to visit Grote's family. Although he feels that he may not even be able to see the King of Knights' family members, but this does not mean
It hinders his desire to go and have a look."
"He said that he arrived there at night and saw that there was no light in the small town, only darkness and silence. People had left there, and it seemed that for a while, the streets had grown overgrown with weeds in a short period of time.
The simple house belonging to the Grote family was even more desolate. The door was not locked and there were signs of panic inside the house. The situation there told him that Grote's wife and his teenage daughter had left.
I had been here for a while and walked 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 Knight King Grote.,,"
There are a few lines at the end that seem to have been added by the person who wrote these sentences decades later.
"But after that, no one saw Grote's family again. The eldest son, who originally joined the army, seemed to have died on the battlefield later. The reason was not announced. My comrade-in-arms was there for a while.
, also went to Manoma to look for their traces. He always felt that things were not as we knew. Just yesterday, we had just gathered for a comradeship meeting every few years. After drinking, he said to me, "Grote
He didn't die in the hands of the enemy, he died in the hands of his own people. His family and everything else had completely disappeared in the entire empire at that time',,,"
Seeing this, Cassia closed the book. There were bits and pieces added at the end, all about the follow-up to this incident. But those things were no different from the history books placed in the library.
, some of his own conjectures are similar to Cassia’s own thoughts.
It’s enough to see this. Kasia’s purpose is actually just to know if Grote has a daughter that never existed. In the history books, Grote’s wife and children only include his only son and his only wife.
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Not in a hurry to get out here, Cassia stayed in this small warehouse for a while. Until he was sure that there was no more usable information, he closed the door tightly and went down the stairs.
There was no trace of the old man again in the first-floor building. Cassia, who wanted to say thank you, could only walk out of the Imperial Library with regret. The sunlight outside became much stronger, and the light brought enough heat and began to burn the surroundings it enveloped.
Everything.
Walking out of the square surrounded by flower beds in front of the library, Cassia waited for a while before stopping an unoccupied limousine, said the name of the hotel, and went back to meet Julien and the others.
The car window glass filters out the excess heat in the sun, giving Cassia a warm feeling.
But this physical warmth could not thaw his frozen brain at the moment. There was a branch of things here. On the one hand, it was the fact that Grote was talking to him in the spiritual world, and on the other hand, he was suddenly confused in his thoughts.
The conjecture captured in the movie. Cassia couldn't decide which side to believe.
"In a thousand years, the only people who can talk to Grote may be the saints who have been passed down from generation to generation. So in terms of collecting and processing information, Grote may have no other way." Cassia closed her eyes and said in her heart.
, "If the Holy Emperor who was treated as a puppet by Grote is true, and is passed down from generation to generation like the Holy Lady, and is not a beneficiary of the operation, but is an ordinary person throughout his life. Then they are extremely talented.
, I wonder if in the process of continuous resistance, I will think about paving the way for those who come after me, instead of just thinking about redeeming myself? No matter how talented a person is, if he is not as burning and dazzling as the sun, he can only pass through the stars.
Such a way to light up the dark night sky. And if they know that just relying on the strength and savings of one generation is not enough to overturn this infinite cycle, those who die with reluctance and hatred towards the Holy Emperor Hall or the Empire will die.
Are the generations of Holy Emperors secretly like the four forces, superimposing their ambitions on the Holy Emperor who knows how many generations later? The Four forces are waiting for the opportunity, and those Holy Emperors may also be waiting for the opportunity.
Waiting for such an opportunity. They are Holy Emperors, and it is not a position that can be filled by just randomly selecting someone from ordinary people. Except for the puppet level, each of them has talents and powerful qualities that are as blooming as flowers.
."
There was no clear answer, and Cassia did not make a judgment on his conjecture. In other words, it was not possible at the moment.
The limousine stopped at the entrance of a hotel. There was no time to think about it, and it had arrived at its destination unknowingly.