Soul of Burning Steel

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"My lord? What's the matter."

Findal noticed an unusual breath. Although Joshua's gaze was only a moment, it brought heavy pressure to the surroundings, and he subconsciously asked.

"Why is there a team of elite monks from the church in Morlai Palace?"

Signaling the red-haired knight to continue to lead the way, Joshua asked straightforwardly, his tone a little confused: "They are very strong, and more than half of them are great monks who have reached the golden realm, enough to be a bishop. This is unusual."

"Ah, they are the ambassadors sent by the church during the previous celebration. They are naturally strong. The leader of the [Freedom Hammer] Knight Order Robzek is even more of a paladin at the extreme level, but the lord is now in the hall. Discuss something with your majesty."

When he encountered a question he could answer, Findal couldn't help but nodded with a smile. The handsome red-haired knight is indeed a hearty person: "Some time ago, countries and forces across the mainland sent envoys to meet with His Majesty the Emperor. The church is one of them, but now most of the messengers have returned, but they still stay here as if there is something else."

Speaking of this, Fendall’s tone could not help but bring a trace of regret: "Earl, you did not participate in the celebration, it is really a pity, but it may not be a carnival celebration in hundreds of years. Many ancient families have come. The Imperial Capital...Speaking of which, many people are also interested in you as an adult."

"Thank you...As for the celebration, I also regret it, but there is nothing I can do if I can't go there."

Nodding, Joshua said that he had understood the identity of the other party. As for the celebration, because he wanted him to save the world, he really couldn't go.

In any case, even if the soldiers still had doubts about the familiar aura of the woman in the center of the team, they had already arrived at the Black Swan Palace.

Walking out of the corridor, there is a garden full of flowers, and the Black Swan Palace is opposite this garden. It is an ancient palace with a history of hundreds of years. This palace was built by the third emperor of the empire. It was later transformed into a royal library. Due to the passage of time, the black rock walls on the outer wall of the palace have been covered with traces of creepers and moss. This generation of emperors seems to like this very much, so there is no plan to clean it up.

Today, the evening sun is gradually dimming, and the dim light and shadow are shining on the huge black palace, and the echo of the bell from a distance can be faintly heard, announcing the end of the day's work.

The Royal Library is one of the most important places in Morlai Palace. There are many guards patrolling along the way. Joshua can even sense that there are sentinels lurking in many blind spots. They form a picture. The big net without a single omission envelops the entire Black Swan Palace.

The guards on the road all knew Findal, and after seeing him leading the way, they knew that he must be a big man behind him, so they didn't come forward to interrogate him.

They just entered the Black Swan Palace.

——In the Black Swan Palace, the imperial royal library, a library that has been sealed in dust for a long time.

"It's worthless."

Between the bookshelves, in the cold light of the pyroxene lamp, the white-haired old man sighed helplessly. He closed the dusty ancient book in his hand and put it aside, and following the old man’s sigh, An ancient book floated by out of thin air and came into his hands.

It can be seen that there are hundreds of books floating on the side of this old man. They are supported by layers of dim blue light, and they are automatically flipped through, put down, and then dozens of books are being removed from the bookcase. The power of magic is picked up, and the cycle repeats.

The old man is naturally Nostradamus, and he is now sorting out the ancient books in this library.

The royal family of the Northern Empire has a long history. The large library they built is no less than that in the Lake of Eternity. The library in the Holy Land of the Elves is also slightly inferior to the secret library organized by the veteran mage organized by the Council of Seven Lights. Most of the ancient books in the collection are originals written in those years, which contain more information than other transcripts and fakes.

But it's all meaningless.

Reading hundreds of books at the same time, it didn't take long for Nostradamus to finish reading the ancient books in half of the library, he made a gesture, and magic put the books around him back in place.

The old mage couldn't help feeling disappointed.

"The knowledge in many books has been eliminated by the times."

He muttered to himself: "The spells and secrets hundreds of years ago have now become popular knowledge, and even many ancient prophecies have now been fulfilled. These books have no value at all and can only be used as historical records. Seal it up, and maybe even go to the museum in the future."

He didn't seem to have any emotions at this point, but simply sighed. The old mage walked to the next bookshelf, frowning, "Obviously, for these people, the lost 300 years have just passed not long ago. Why is there nothing in their books? News of the Glory Era?"

The above is the real reason for Nostradamus' disappointment.

Ever since the empire discovered the sacrificial grounds of ancient races underground in the orc king’s court, ancient monuments of various sizes have been discovered throughout the mainland. The most shocking of these is the ancient times found by the Guantian White Pagoda in the central black forest. The remains of the city.

Suddenly, there was an archeological boom in the academic world. Nostradamus was naturally very interested in this. He took over the task of sorting out the ancient books of the large library in order to find those books from these long-closed books. The clues of the ruins.

In any case, the traces of a race’s life and the record of a city’s existence cannot be erased silently. They must have left some clues in the books—this is the old master’s idea, but in fact, He didn't find anything, as if those ruins had emerged out of thin air, leaving no trace in history.

——Perhaps, this is the so-called lost three hundred years. Nostradamus couldn't help but think so.

There is no trace, as if even existence has been erased. That period of history, for today's humans, may be an intangible taboo.

And in the hall of the Black Swan Palace.

"Sorry, Master Nostradamus is sorting in the ancient book room. He said, it's better not to disturb his work, so..."

A maid in a gray dress and gown stood in front of Findal with some embarrassment, shaking her head and said: "Better wait, now it's time for dinner, maybe the master will come out for dinner..."

At this time, Joshua and others had already arrived in the Royal Library.

The structure of the Royal Library is similar to that of ordinary libraries. The soft pyroxene lamps flicker between the bookshelves, releasing silver light-there is no luxurious decoration or surprising structure. Everything is ordinary. Normal, but the difference between it and other ordinary libraries is that it is large enough.

A whole palace or even more than a dozen basements are part of the Royal Library. Here, people with a bad sense of direction can easily get lost. There have been many records of such incidents in history, and even this generation of emperors. I got lost here when I was young.

In such a place, it is obviously unrealistic to find people on their own. Findal directly approached a maid serving here and asked about the location of Master Nostradamus, but the answer was not satisfactory. .

"Master did he actually say that?"

Joshua spoke, and he motioned to the somewhat dissatisfied red-haired knight to step aside: "In that case, it's okay to wait a while."

"Yes, it is!"

When she saw Joshua, the maid suddenly became slurred. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead and looked very nervous. The maid retreated instinctively, but even so, professional Morality also made her say the last sentence: "If you want to wait...Please go to the third lounge over there, we will inform you and each other as soon as Master Nostradamus comes out. "

"In that case, I am about to leave."

Knowing that his mission is now over, the red-haired knight bowed slightly to the soldier, and the soldier nodded, "Thank you."

"It is an honor for me to serve you."

After that, Findal turned around and walked outside the door.

Under the guidance of the maid, Joshua and others came to the third lounge.

The lounge is actually a place for those who have borrowed books to read. It is a square hall with tables, chairs and bookshelves. Many people are reading books with books, most of them are young nobles. This can be seen from the coat of arms on their clothes.

Most of them are in their early twenties and under the age of thirties. At this time, they should be studying some aristocratic-related or books about extraordinary powers. In the corner, there are a few middle-aged people wearing mage robes. The young man was reading through several heavy spell books, transcripts recording some important data.

Originally, the atmosphere in the entire lounge was still harmonious. Except for the identity of the people in it, it was no different from an ordinary library reading room. Even if some young aristocrats were chatting and laughing with each other quietly, it did not affect those busy. The work of a mage.

But the arrival of Joshua broke this point.

When the soldier just arrived here, the maid leading the way bowed in a hurry, and then walked away quickly as if she was running away, and the others in the lounge felt that something cold had climbed onto their backbone and couldn't bear it. She turned her head and looked at the door.

"Earl Radcliffe!"

A young nobleman who recognized Joshua couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice: "Why is he now in the Imperial Capital? It seems that he has disappeared during the celebration, and there is no one at all!"

In fact, almost everyone present knew Joshua, and even with a few exceptions, they had at least heard the name of the warrior.

Because of slaying the dragon and killing a great demon in the imperial capital, Joshua’s reputation is stronger than he thought. Originally, he should be in the same class as these young nobles, but now, the warriors are able to compete with each other. Their ancestors are on the same level, even far surpassing them. After all, most of these young nobles have not touched the edge of the golden barrier, but the warriors have been personally confirmed by His Majesty the Emperor, and they are geniuses who can advance to legends in the future.

These are two worlds.

Not only that, but they also vaguely felt that the pressure on Joshua’s body became heavier and the atmosphere became more and more solid. As the warriors gradually approached, the young nobles felt that they were slowly sinking into the deep sea. The feeling of gradual expansion is almost suffocating them.

The soldier didn't care about this, he just found a spot casually, and then took Ying and Rin to sit down, waiting for Nostradamus to finish finishing the ancient books.

"Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable today..."

And just as Joshua sat down, a young nobleman who was closer to his feet stood up. He swallowed, his bare skin was full of goose bumps, and his voice seemed to tremble a little: "Friends, Forgive me for being rude, my body is really unwell, I will take one step ahead of today's party..."

After speaking, he picked up his book and walked out quickly, and when he passed the position where Joshua was sitting, he subconsciously took a long way.

"So to say……"

"Me too..."

"actually, I……"

After a period of silence, many people stood up again. For them, the whole lounge hall became dim bit by bit. Although the pyroxene lamp still flickered, the light could not illuminate the shadow in the soul at all. So when they saw someone leaving first, they subconsciously followed, and even the whereabouts were still praising the first person who gave them an excuse.

Before long, almost all the nobles were gone, and the wizards on the other side also felt something wrong.

"...The rest of the work, go back to the research room, it's really cold here."

Muttered softly, a middle-aged mage called his partner, and the two of them took the book and left the lounge quickly. They could still hear their complaints about the heating system of the library.

In this way, the remaining people also left the lounge with various excuses.

At this point, in the third minute since Joshua came to the lounge, the whole hall was empty.

"...Didn't I bring magic equipment?"

Seeing the empty lounge ~www.novelmtl.com~ Qiao Xiuya was silent for a while, then frowned, turned her head helplessly, and said to Yinghe Rin: "The effect of the mist pocket watch is very strong. On Commercial Avenue, those passers-by did not notice the coercion on me, but why would anyone be so nervous about me when they arrived in Morlai Palace?"

"...Probably because, Master, you just passed by before, so naturally those passers-by don't have time to notice the pressure on you..."

Rin thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "And the nobles and wizards just now have seen your face truly, and they all know your identity, so their attention is focused on you... …Because of this, the effect of the mist pocket watch is weakened?"

After listening to Rin’s guess, Qiao Xiuya nodded slightly, but before he could speak, another voice came from the corner of the room: "Good explanation, but it doesn't say the root."

A tall figure stood out from the corner previously hidden by the bookshelf, and his voice was deep and clear: "No matter how much the beast reduces his sense of existence, it is also a beast. You can't expect people to not fear the lurking night leopard. A lion half asleep."

"Not to mention you, Joshua Van Radcliffe, a man who claims to be able to kill demons with his bare hands."