Miss Moran's bookstore is incomparable to a place like the Royal Library, or even to any properly operating private bookstore.
The first big difference is that its display is irregular. Abigail often finds some literary or philosophical works of the ancient Holy Lugao Kingdom on the literature bookshelf of the Shadowless Empire.
Of course, there are also some miscellaneous reference books, such as "Encyclopedia of Enannia", "Four Hundred Years of Velen: Adventure and Fortune", "Learning Early Childhood Education with Amanda", etc.
Judging from the style of the bookshelf, Miss Moran should be an artist who particularly likes to decorate event spaces.
The bookshelves are all made of logs and are not standard products from the carpentry shop. They are obviously handmade by Miss Moran. There are also some simple black and white paintings hanging on the places where books are not displayed. Although the techniques are clumsy and look cheap, they are consistent with the
Such a simple environment complements each other.
Abigail was rummaging through information with Stephen. She was so engrossed that she didn't notice that her colleague was often peeking at her.
It wasn't until the opponent didn't block the overturned bookshelf that the huge movement made Abigail come back to her senses.
"Hey! What are you doing? Miss Moran will be angry!" After Abigail complained to the other party, she hurriedly helped him clean up the mess on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I... I think your outfit today is particularly eye-catching." Stephen didn't know what he was talking about, and started to panic as soon as he finished speaking, "Um, I mean... your green dress
Sleeveless skirts are very special..."
"What's wrong with you? Don't I often wear this? Also, this is not a short skirt, just an ordinary vest and gown."
Abigail complained angrily, and suddenly felt a warm flow of heat above her head. Miss Moran was holding two cups of brewed coffee, standing above the two of them, looking at them with a smile on her face. p>
Abigail and Stephen were embarrassed at the same time, and they quickly cleaned up the collapsed bookshelf.
"Actually, I enjoy the occasional flirting between two people who are good friends with each other. Pain, like joy, will create an atmosphere, just like you are looking for a place to stay in the forest and walk into a house with smoke coming from the kitchen.
At the first glance, you can tell what the tone of this family is, whether it is love or sadness."
Miss Moran said something incomprehensible, which made Abigail and Stephen's expressions even more awkward, especially Abigail's ears, which were already slightly hot.
In fact, she could feel the change in this male colleague's attitude towards her, but the long-term cooperation at work made her unable to accept such ambiguity for a while.
Miss Moran handed them two cups of hot coffee, and then asked kindly: "So, did you two find the information you wanted?"
Some time ago, Abigail had been searching for clues related to the sheep skull, but no results were obtained. Miss Moran thought they were still looking for that information.
"About the United States of Secred, it is what most people call the Eastern Continent of India. That country has been in chaos for a long time since it broke away from the jurisdiction of the Western Continent. Bandits are rampant in their east, and there are all kinds of exciting duels and gun battles.
The upper class these days are particularly fond of literary works about them..." Stephen said first, "Has Miss Moran been to Secred?"
After hearing this, Moran shook her head, her expression was always so gentle.
"No one will blindly cross the Sea of Silence unless necessary."
After saying that, Miss Moran walked to a row of bookshelves, reached out and accurately picked out a black book with peeling leather from a wide variety of books.
"This may be able to give you some help."
Abigail took the book from Miss Moran and found that it was a very old book. The title of the book was hard to see clearly. It was probably "Exiles XXX".
After simply flipping through two pages, it recorded the connection between the Western Continent and the Indian Continent.
It is said that at the end of the Second Age, sometime between 762 and 774, some fugitives from the Shadowless Empire joined the Zoroastrian elements to cross the ocean, cross the dangerous Sea of Tranquility, and arrive at the East India Continent, where they established a short-term
civilization.
Abigail had seen relevant records in the professor's notes at the National University, and the book given by Miss Moran contained more detailed records. He combined the research of scholars from the Imperial University and Secred.
, which contains the cultural features of the Secred immigrants and the Wallendan aborigines that she cares about most.
Miss Moran returned to the counter. Abigail and Stephen sat under the bookshelf and began to take out notes.
Neither of them has ever been to Secred, so if they want to write a wonderful story, they can only find inspiration from these materials and then make it up.
But then, a crumpled piece of paper suddenly fell from between the books and fell to the ground.
"What is this?" Stephen reached out to pick it up, opened it and looked at it, "The third era, June 13, 1863, sunny? Who wrote this diary?"
Hearing this, Abigail quickly snatched the paper away.
She opened it and saw that it was really a diary——
Third Epoch June 13, 1863 Sunny
No matter who you meet, she is someone who will definitely appear in your life, and this guy who will inevitably pass by will definitely teach you something.
I firmly believe this, and I did meet her - the golden female scholar who disclosed the "sexuality tree" at the occult seminar.
She was waiting for me downstairs where I lived, as if it was fate.
I recognized her at a glance and invited her to dine at the best restaurant and chat about the pattern.
I still remember she asked me a question as soon as she sat down: Are you a seer?
Sorry, I am not a seer. I answer this honestly.
But I have always been keen on studying the origin of sexual appearance and the nature of mysterious power.
The other party showed a playful smile at that time. Her curly black hair covered her lips, making her look unexpectedly good-looking.
"When exploring unknown knowledge, you not only have to face the fear of the abyss, but also the eager eyes of people who share the same path." This was her warning to me. It was very true and equally solemn.
From the beginning to the end of our communication, she did not reveal her name, but she told me an exciting secret - secret transmissions can be synthesized!
I am not a seer, and I didn’t know what the concept of synthesis was at first, until she explained to me: two low-level secret transmissions can be converted into a higher-level secret transmission through the synthesis ceremony, and similarly, a high-level secret transmission
It can be converted into two low-level secret transmissions through the decomposition ritual.
This means that in order to advance, the seer not only seeks high-level secret transmissions, but he can also use a synthesis ritual to combine two secret transmissions of the same level into a higher-level secret transmission that he needs for promotion.
This is particularly important information. It can reflect the logical motivations of the seers' actions, but that's not all. Next, the female scholar also told me that the secret transmission can actually be converted according to gender!
I...
……
The note of the letter suddenly broke off here, and there was an ink stain underneath. Abigail looked confused.
She looked down and saw the signature of the letter writer at the last place: Vincent Tang...
"Professor Carmen Hesmos of Jotun has done in-depth research on the customs and culture of the East Indian continent. He is also a senior occult expert. You may want to visit him." Miss Moran sat down.
Behind the counter, he held his cheek with his right hand and said to Abigail.