Steel Steam and Flame

The white ash is not very thick, Cassia made sure to move as gently as possible, and then patrolled the various books on the bookshelves and long wooden square tables, looking for what he wanted. Pen "Qu" Pavilion ww.qu.

Everything is still as it was a few years ago. In the usual room, it can be seen that no one has come to take care of it for a long time. Each book also feels old, as if about to step into the ground, and then build a mound, and add a corpse shown by a cross, all with traces of dilapidation and decay. But thanks to the excellent environment and state of maintenance in the Imperial Library, none of them have been eaten by insects.

Slowly, Cassia lived through the names of these books one by one. Many of the books in it were not distributed through the Imperial Printing Factory. Most of these books were compiled by book lovers, and then tied into a book with a tough thread, which was collected here by the elderly. Among them, there are many manuscripts copied by hand, and the handwriting is different. Some of them have become confused with the ink and handwriting under the erosion of time.

And the answer that Cassia had already identified was found in one of the manuscripts.

The book is very old, it is caught between the many books on the shelf. Use dry cracked oiled paper as the cover of the book, with a mottled yellow on it, as well as fungal colonies that can be used as specimens dotted on it, the ancient breath, the taste of time.

The pages inside were as hard as fossils dug from deep underground, and Cassia felt that with a little bit of strength, the book would become a handful of fragments in his hands. There is no title of the bibliography, but the organization inside it is done in a decent way, very formal-who copied this book, there is no indication on it, but there is a note in the corner, saying that this is the tenth Three transcriptions.

Probably this book can be passed down, but it is also the thirteen people in the long history who did not know anyone.

The records are very complicated and not systematic at all. What is written is also one piece in the east and one piece in the west, without the slightest connection. It's like a daily essay of a person in history, or a diary written by a person when there is nothing to do.

The text that Cassia needed was recorded at the end of this book. It was written on only one page and the words were simple enough. The person who wrote this paragraph at the time may not know the reason for the matter, perhaps it was his own guess, or the matter should have rotted in everyone's stomachs at the time.

"Today, more than a month later, the communication was not good, and news of the death of the Knight King Grot arrived at us. Everyone is very sad, not only the person my son admires, but also the one I admire the most so far. People, his death is a heartbreaking thing for us. My comrade-in-arms lives in a town far away from the small town of Grote’s family. When I heard the news of the death of the Knight King, A fanatical believer in the King of Knights and an injured veteran who returned to his hometown to recover from his wounds, he was going to visit Grote’s family. Although he thought it might not even be visible to the King of Knight’s family, it was not It prevents him from wanting to go and take a look."

"He said that he got there at night and saw that there was no light in the small town, only darkness and silence. People left there, and it seemed that there was a period of time when the streets grew fluffy weeds in a short period of time. The simple house belonging to the Grot family was even more desolate. The door was not locked and there were traces of panic in the house. The situation there told him that Grot's wife and his teenage daughter had left. I was here for a while and walked in a hurry. I thought something was wrong, but later I learned that they were all taken to Manoma by the eldest son of Knight King Grotto..."

The following lines seem to have been added decades later by the owner who wrote these sentences.

"But after that, no one saw Grote's family again. He was also the eldest son who joined the army. He seemed to have died on the battlefield later. The reason has not been announced. My comrade-in-arms was in the next period of time. He also went to Manoma to look for them. He always felt that things were not what we knew. Just yesterday, we just got together for a comrade-in-arms meeting every few years. He finished drinking and said to me,'Grote He did not die in the hands of the enemy. He died in his own hands. His family, and everything else, disappeared into the entire empire as early as that time.”

Seeing this, Cassia closed the book, and there were fragmentary additions at the back, all about the follow-up of this matter. But those things are no more than the history books in the library, and some of his own conjectures are similar to those of Cassia himself.

Just see here, Cassia's purpose is actually to know if Grot has a daughter who never existed. In the history books, Grote's wife and children only included the only son and the only wife.

Not in a hurry to get out here, Cassia stayed in this small warehouse for a while, until it was determined that there was no more information available, then he closed the door and went down the stairs.

In the first floor of the building, the old man was no longer seen. Cassia, who wanted to thank him, could only walk out of the Imperial Library with regret. The sunlight outside became much stronger, the light carried enough heat, and it began to burn everything it enveloped.

Walking out of the square surrounded by flowerbeds in front of the library, Cassia waited for a while before stopping a casual car, 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, and it becomes warm when it shines on Cassia.

But this physical warmth could not defrost his frozen brain at the moment. There is a branch of things here, one is the fact that Grote talked to him in the spiritual world, and the other is the guess that he himself suddenly caught in the chaos of thoughts. Which side should be believed, Cassia had difficulty deciding which side to pay attention to.

"Thousands of years~www.ltnovel.com~ The only people who can talk to Grote may only be the saints that have been passed down from generation to generation. Then Grote may not have the slightest way to collect and process information." Cassia He closed his eyes and said from the bottom of his heart, "It is true that the holy emperor who Grote used to be a puppet is true, and it has been passed on from generation to generation like the holy woman. He is not a beneficiary of the operation and is an ordinary person all his life. So talented, they don’t know if they want to pave the way for future generations in the process of continuous resistance, instead of just redeeming themselves? How can a person be talented, if it’s not really burning like the sun, Then you can only illuminate the dark night sky through the way of stars. And if you know that only relying on the strength and savings of one generation is not enough to overturn this infinite loop, those who are unwilling and unwilling to the Holy Emperor Hall, or Did the generations of holy emperors who died because of their hatred of the empire secretly, like the forces of the Quartet, superimposed their ambitions on the holy emperor who did not know the number of generations later. The forces of the Quartet were waiting for the opportunity. The emperors may also be waiting for such an opportunity. They are holy emperors, and they are not a job that can be performed by just one person from ordinary people. Apart from the puppet level, each of them has flowers in full bloom. Talent and strong qualities."

Without a clear answer, Cassia did not make the next judgment for his conjecture. In other words, it's not right now.

The limousine stopped at the door of a hotel at this moment. There was no time to think about it, and it had arrived at the destination without knowing it. (To be continued.)