Heaven’s Intention

Misty Plane

"Master Lomon. Are you here?" A carriage was parked in front of a magnificent building, and a young man wearing a druid robe got off the carriage, even if the young man was not wearing too luxurious Accessories, but this temperament is very unique and attractive.

The gatekeeper of the aristocratic library at the southern end of the city, as soon as he saw the young man get out of the car, immediately came over to please.

"This is for you. In the evening, come here to wait for me." Luo Meng lost a silver coin and handed it to the driver behind him.

"Master, rest assured, I'll come over early." The driver nodded and bowed, saying, basically, without any objection, he agreed.

After all, a wealthy and generous guest like Romon is usually difficult to meet.

After sending the driver away, Romon turned back and said to the gatekeeper, "Is there more people in today?"

"Admiral Luo Meng, there are not many people in it today. If you go in, be sure to be quiet." The gatekeeper said with a smile.

He looked at the direction the carriage was leaving. All eyes are envious.

Nothing else, the driver who carried Romon over to read books every day during this time was considered a fortune.

At least, for these few trips, six months of expenses were earned.

It's not like him, guarding the door here every day, can't make much money.

Especially looking at the back of the young Druid, his eyes are full of envy and envy.

This person has no way to compare with others. I think that he is exhausted every day, and the wind and sun are exhausted every day, and no one earns more than a fraction of the money he spends a day.

However, this is also impossible. I heard that this young man came from a noble descendant. Although it is said to be a senior professional, but who can become a Druid above level 5, which one is not a year Over thirty?

In addition, the only people who can freely enter and leave the noble library are the noble descendants.

The janitor does not know which category this young man belongs to. He can judge by his own understanding that he is more inclined to the possibility of noble descendants.

Even the famous genius mage Fu Mina in the city was only promoted to level 5 at the age of twenty. He did not believe that there was another genius.

"Forget it, what do I think of this? No matter how much I think, it's also a fate of the janitor. Alas!" He, who was feeling this, the vigilance around this tour, obviously dropped a lot.

Just across the street corner, two people who probed their brains took advantage of this time to look at this side.

"I said, is he?" The burly man, looking at the library door greedily, asked.

"It ’s not wrong, it ’s that person! I have heard of these few days. There is a rich man here in the library, who spends hundreds of silver coins every day. There must be a lot of this kind of person. Money! "

"Even the nobleman, when we robbed him, we will take the money to another place and enjoy it. Maybe we can be a civilian nobleman." Said another thin man.

The previous person listened and agreed very much: "Well, you are right. I am tired of working like this every day. After finishing this ticket, we will find a place to enjoy a few days, hehe ... … "

He seemed to think of the good life in the future, he laughed.

"Don't laugh, just what he said just now, did you hear it? It is estimated that he will leave at night. Let's go back and tell our leader to discuss what to do!" The thin man has a different mind. One is stronger, some can't wait to say.

"Well, what you said makes sense, let's go back quickly." The two said, the figure disappeared around the corner.

And all this, the guards on duty in front of the library, were unaware.

On the third floor of the library, Luo Meng was sitting alone in the huge reading area, with seven or eight books stacked on the front table, and a thick stack of paper in front of him, and Luo Meng had a quill pen in his hand. There is good ink next to it, which is constantly being checked and recorded.

On the stairs on the first floor, there is a duty desk, and several service staff are doing their own thing.

In a large floor, quietly, except for the sound of Luo Meng's flipping books. There was almost no other voice.

Even the sound of breathing is suppressed as much as possible.

"There is still not much useful information." Putting down a book in his hand, Luo Meng sighed softly.

He thought that he had consulted all the libraries in the city. At least, he would know something useful, but what he didn't expect was that during this busy time, he only exchanged a few rough descriptions.

These descriptions are not as specific as his own experience.

"These long periods of time haven't yielded anything at all, which makes people unconvinced." Luo Meng opened another book and looked carefully.

However, after reading all the materials in front of me, although Romon has gained something about the situation in this world, he cannot satisfy him.

Moreover, he also found a situation, that is, the history recorded in this city is limited to these five hundred years, five hundred years ago, in all historical data. There is no record.

However, human history is only five hundred years?

This is impossible!

Luo Meng closed the book in his hand and fell into contemplation.

These five hundred years are similar to the time when the city was established, but there are still many ambiguities in it, such as the replacement of the lord.

The replacement of the lord is of course not related to Luo Meng's business, but it also shows that many changes have been made.

"Adult, what other book do you plan to read?" The office staff at the desk saw the young man who had been sitting in the reading area coming over and asked with respect.

This time. All the people in the library benefited a lot from it.

"Is there any historical material I haven't read yet?" Luo Meng asked.

"Sorry, my lord, the books you read today are already the last batch of materials. You have already read the other materials before." The service staff replied: "You do not intend to consult other categories Books? "

"No, don't even forget it, right, send me the books I copied to the hotel!" Romon shook his head, turned around, took back the books he had read, handed them to the service desk, and collected the copies he had copied. With a little information, go downstairs.

Most of the books on the first and second floors are of other types. Romon does not lack knowledge in this area. He does not stay on these two floors.

After leaving the library, it was found that it was already dark.

I have to say that when a person concentrates on one thing, time passes very quickly.

"Sir, are you out?" The person on duty outside was the same person he saw when he came in.

Luo Meng nodded: "Yeah, or are you on duty?"

"No way, people who change shifts have to wait for dinner before they come." The janitor looked at the empty street and said. "Strange, why didn't the car you hired come today?"

Yeah, Romon looked up at the sky, and it was indeed early.

On the street in front of the library, there are very few passers-by, let alone carriages, even those who walk, and they come by hand.

Luo Meng waited for a while at the door and saw that the carriage hadn't come yet. He frowned and said to the gatekeeper: "I did go back in advance, if he came. Tell him, I will not come tomorrow, he doesn't need to Wait for me. "

With that, he took out a handful of silver coins and handed them to the gatekeeper: "This is for you."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! Rest assured, I will pass on your words to him." The gatekeeper said with a smile, and finally got a tip.

Luo Meng stepped onto the street, intending to stop a carriage back after a while.

It was far away from his residence, and there was a short secluded area in the middle. However, Luo Meng also wanted to walk for a while and walk without worry.

At this moment, a carriage came from behind him.

Not far in front of Romon, the carriage stopped. "This gentleman, take the car?"

The voice of a young man came from the carriage.

Luo Meng looked at the carriage, but it was still clean, and nodded: "Are you a passenger car?"

"Yes, sir, don't you go back empty, you can make more money with you," the other party answered.

Romon nodded, stepped into the car, and then said a place name: "Let's go."

"Okay, I'll take you home in a minute." The other party said, the curtain was lowered from the outside and the carriage started to move.

Sitting in the carriage, Luo Meng felt that the car was moving faster and faster. During the driving, it was still quite bumpy. He opened the car to remind: "The carriage is slower."

As a result, the people in front did not answer, and Romon frowned and released the reconnaissance technique.

It was found that the big man in front of him continued to catch the car with a positive look, and a group of people stood on both sides of the road in front.

They all held arms in hand and sneered at the carriage.

The carriage stopped violently in front of them, and the chasing man jumped from the car.

"Come down, noble master." The person outside the car said with a sneer.

The car curtain was picked ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Romon came down from the carriage.

Looking at the group of people staring at him, Luo Meng naturally understood what he had encountered. Is this robbery?

Did anyone dare to rob him?

"Give all the money, otherwise ..." said the big man with a sneer.

Luo Meng raised his eyebrows, just to say something, he saw a man next to the big man, looked at Luo Meng for a moment, and suddenly smiled insignificantly: "This kid has fine skin and tender flesh, let him go, Is n’t it a pity? The place is remote, it ’s better to tie him back, hehe ... "

The following words, even if not explicitly stated, the meaning can not be understood.

This world, from the nobles to the civilians, has a perverted hobby of captive beautiful youngsters.

The person who spoke clearly saw Luo Meng's beautiful appearance and started to have evil thoughts.

Luo Meng's face suddenly cooled down. He was not a soft-hearted person, plus, the other party's words offended him, killing thoughts, and then followed. (!)