"Mr. Little Fontaine suddenly fell into a coma, which is why I showed up here today." In a professor's office in the Faculty of Liberal Arts of Far Harbor University, Lawrence said to the two students in front of him, a boy and a girl, with a serious look on his face.
"So if you have any clues, please tell me. Maybe it can help your classmates."
"If this is the case -" the girl clasped her hands in front of her mouth and said after thinking for a moment. "From four days ago to now, I have always felt that his mental state is very poor, as if he didn't sleep at night. This can be considered a useful
Any clues?"
"Forget it." Lawrence nodded. Although he had already grasped the news before, he still nodded to the girl to show encouragement.
Perhaps because Lawrence's encouragement made the two students relax, they soon spilled a lot of information. Most of it was of little value or Lawrence had known it before, but there were some.
Something caught his attention.
"You said that four days ago he told you that he was going to write a novel, and also told you that this novel would be popular with many people?" Lawrence confirmed to the two students in front of him.
"Yes, we remember it very clearly. Because when he came over that day, he had big dark circles under his eyes and his clothes were unusually messy." The boy said, "And as soon as he entered the classroom, he told us about this very excitedly.
We didn’t take it seriously at the time, after all, we usually think that what we create is a masterpiece when we create.”
"So did he say what kind of novel he wanted to create?" Lawrence asked. "It doesn't have to be very specific, as long as it has a general direction."
"If I remember correctly, little Fontaine told me at that time that he wanted to write a novel about love and betrayal, poverty and wealth, sweetness and bitterness. He also said that he had found a very good story and just needed to change it.
It can be turned into a book." The boy seemed to have a good relationship with little Fontaine, so he recalled it and said with some uncertainty, "Although I can't remember the exact words, but he was like this when we had lunch together later.
Said."
When the two students had no new clues, Lawrence signaled the two students to leave on their own. Then Lawrence thanked the professors for their help and left the office.
"How's it going? Are there any new clues?" When he returned to the fountain, Sephiel immediately stood up from his chair and asked.
"I asked for a very valuable clue." Lawrence waved his hand to signal Sephiel to follow him, "So now we need to go to the school where little Fontaine went to see if there is any
Something is wrong."
Next, Lawrence and Saphire checked the classrooms and dining halls where little Fontaine had been before, but they found nothing.
Of course, this is also expected. After all, places like this where people come and go usually don’t have anything related to the supernatural. So after screening these two points, Lawrence and the others went straight to this place.
Key location for secondary screening: library.
The library is the tallest building in Far Harbor University. The main body is built of local solid gray stone and looks like a strong fortress.
Walking in from the wide door with a circle of white marble reliefs, stepping on the slightly rough khaki stone slabs. Lawrence felt the same impact as when he first walked into this building: Library entrance
The high dome on top of the hall and the sunlight shining into the hall from the arched windows on the side walls of the dome created a sacred atmosphere in the hall, making everyone who entered involuntarily become quiet.
In my memory, I was also a frequent visitor here. So when I saw the neatly arranged bookshelves, desks, and students studying hard at the desks, I naturally felt a familiar feeling in my heart.
"It's a pity that even the people have been changed..." Lawrence stood in the hall and sighed softly, and then walked to the second floor. If I remember correctly, the two students just mentioned that Mr. Fontaine was just a
Searching for books and notes about local history on the second floor of the library. If he encountered something wrong, then this was the most likely place.
"But how are we going to find them?" Looking at the nearly a hundred tall bookshelves arranged in the historical area, Saifei suddenly didn't know what to do next.
Libraries in universities like this usually have enough magic protection, but in this case, the [Detection Magic] that Lawrence used when looking for things outside can no longer be used. Because if that magic is used, the
Every book will emit a magical aura, making it impossible to identify the target you are looking for.
"The bookshelves from b14 to b17," Lawrence said. "This is the information I just asked about, because what Mr. Fontaine needs to find recently is some personal stories about the local area, and this type of books is concentrated in these few shelves."
On the bookshelves. At the same time, the positions of these bookshelves are consistent with the places where little Fontaine usually fetched books in the memory of those two people."
"So, what should the thing we are looking for look like?" Saphire asked after listening to Lawrence's explanation.
"I don't know exactly." Lawrence shrugged with a helpless expression. "But I guess it should be an older book or notebook, and it would be placed in a very remote location. The most important thing is, if you come into direct contact
It will have a special feeling."
The standards Lawrence mentioned were not made up, especially the last point. Because Mr. Fontaine is not an extraordinary person, only items that leak extraordinary power can affect him.
"Understood." Saphire nodded, and then he and Lawrence split up and started searching from both ends of the connected bookshelves.
Just after Lawrence searched deep into the bookshelves for a few minutes, he suddenly felt something floating in front of him.
"Huh?" After making a question in his throat, Lawrence immediately chased the thing in the direction it left. After going around several times in the maze-like summer vacation, he found that he came to a black corner against the wall.
Next to a dilapidated bookshelf with half the paint peeled off.
The invisible and colorless thing paused in front of the bookshelf and then disappeared into the air. Seeing this strange situation, Lawrence immediately took a few steps forward and came to the bookshelf.
Strangely, there was nothing on the bookshelf. Even Lawrence saw thick dust accumulated everywhere on the bookshelf, making it look like the bookshelf had been abandoned for a long time.
"I probably know what you are." This sight made Lawrence's lips slightly raise, because he suddenly realized that he had seen this situation before in the library of St. Gutenberg's Cathedral.
So, Lawrence took out a transparent glass bottle containing golden powder from the leather box on his belt. Then he sprinkled all the powder inside on the bookshelf in front of him.
The moment the golden powder was sprinkled, the entire bookshelf flashed like an old TV screen. Soon, the flashing subsided, and a parchment book suddenly appeared in the center of the bookshelf.
"Okay, do you come out on your own or do I force you to come out?" Looking at the parchment book placed in front of him, Lawrence condensed a magic missile on his fingertips and asked towards the book.