Chapter 178 – The Gift of Knowledge
There was no use complaining with these corpses.
Saul hadn't violated the ban and these corpses couldn't harm him, but if Saul did, these corpses wouldn't let him go.
After working for the corpses until the middle of the night, the next morning, Saul even made a special trip to report to Kazi.
The matter of the private transaction Saul briefly skipped over, only mentioning that after he accidentally pushed open the two doors, the senior who was beside himself was grabbed in by the noodle-like arm, and he didn't come out even now.
As expected, Instructor Kaz did not ask about the details of the matter, and only faintly said, "Got it."
Two days later, Saul took the two books he had borrowed that were related to evil spirits and went to the library on the tenth floor of the East Tower.
Of the two books he found, only the first one recorded a story related to the Nightmare Butterfly. The relevant information was still ambiguous, and Saul gained little other than the two perceptions that the Nightmare Butterfly was terrifying could blur people's perceptions and could be captured.
Moreover, the identity of the third narrator at the end of that story was also suspicious, and it was unknown what he really was.
Is it a third party ... who has watched the tragedy happen the whole time or is it that nightmare butterfly?
Because there were no other clues, Saul could only temporarily strengthen the seal on the Nightmare Butterfly's cocoon, not daring to continue to carry out research.
Fearing that one day this cocoon would run back into his eyes.
When he solved the problem of his body, it would not be too late to invite the diary to study the Nightmare Butterfly's cocoon together.
Thoughts returning to the present, Saul stepped into the library.
It was bustling with activity today, with a number of apprentices wandering between a few bookshelves in the front row.
The one in charge of registration was still the same arrogant young administrator.
Saul directly walked over, "Greetings, Lord Administrator, I'm here to return these two books."
The youth turned his head with a skittish grin, and when he saw it was Saul, his expression changed and he looked a little nervous, "Oh, then just give me the books."
Hearing the youth's words, Saul was a little surprised, in the past, when they returned books, they all registered here at the administrator and put them back in their original place themselves.
If they didn't put it back in its original place, the administrator would raise the price hard when the apprentice borrowed the book next time.
That price was definitely a lesson in blood for any apprentice.
But how is the ... process different today?
Saul did not understand how the young administrator was a bit abnormal today, but with so many apprentices around him, he obediently handed over the book in his hand.
In this regard, he has always been obedient.
"Do you still want to borrow books today?" Who knew that the youth froze for a short while after receiving the book, and then suddenly opened his mouth to call out to him just as Saul was about to leave.
Saul originally had no plans to borrow a book, but the other party rarely asked so warmly and politely, he still answered cautiously, "I recently ... don't have many magic crystals left."
Although he had just earned five hundred-after all, the candle did end up in Ferguson's hands, so this unexpectedly frequent transaction was still considered a deal.
But there was never enough money to spend, and prices were increasing in tandem with strength.
It was said that the value of materials commonly used by full-fledged wizards for experiments were astronomical, so they generally didn't buy materials and often made their own.
"Ahem, recently there are some tainted soul-type books to be disposed of, I remember you're interested in all books in this area, would you like to consider taking over?"
"The library can still buy books?" Sol was instantly interested.
Because the unknown usually held danger in the wizard world, places like the library were actually quite unsafe.
If all the books were opened to the public normally, then I'm afraid that nine out of ten apprentices in the Sorcerer's Tower would go crazy.
But if he could really buy books at a low price, Saul was still willing to risk his life for useful knowledge.
After all, he would be able to determine if the books were dangerous to him or not before he flipped the cover.
"Yes, as they are broken and dirty books, we sell them at a low price to the right apprentice after making sure they are not contaminated."
Saul still found it a bit strange, "But I've been in the Wizard's Tower for two years and I've never heard of ..."
"Do you think it's easy to organize the library? It would be nice to organize it once every two years." The youth glared, looking like he was about to get angry.
Watching the youth return to his previous grumpiness, Saul was instead slightly relieved.
"Then please show me."
The youth lifted his chin, "You go to the bookshelf in the first column, eighth row, that's full of books that are ready to be disposed of."
Saul looked around and did not find anything unusual, and then peeked at the diary on his shoulder, and there was no movement, so he walked towards the first column of bookshelves.
"Here is the eighth row."
Saul walked to his destination and realized that there was no one nearby. "It will only be recommended to the right people, so not many people know about it, right?" Saul muttered to himself as he approached the bookshelf.
There were only a handful of books on this shelf, arranged in a messy manner across the room.
These books were basically lower-ranked books without any protective seals made on them, and Saul could see the covers of all the books at a glance.
Surprisingly, there was a book here that Saul had once borrowed when he was at level one.
He turned to a few other books, and sure enough, two of them were related to souls.
Just as Saul was about to go up and take a closer look, a figure suddenly appeared beside the bookshelf in front of Saul.
It was the elderly administrator.
With his hands behind his back, he walked past the two books Saul was looking at.
"The two books, The Book of Empaths and Teach You to Hide in the Cracks, one is missing the second half of the book, and the middle part of the book is stained beyond repair. While the contents of them cannot be repaired, they can provide some bits of knowledge."
With his hands behind his back, the elderly administrator slowly turned around with a surprising smile on his face.
"One book is 300 magic crystals or 29 credits, if you want them all, you can take them for 560 magic crystals or 54 credits."
Does this even come with a multi-buy discount?
Saul walked up, "Can I see what's inside?"
In the past, borrowing a book from the library also allowed you to flip through the first few pages.
Who knew that the old man shook his head.
"No way! Handling books, no support for inspection. Buy it if you want it, put it down if you don't."
That's a bit unreasonable.
Neither the credits nor the magic crystals were small amounts to Sol.
Saul was in a bit of a bind.
But these two books attracted him just by hearing their names.
The second book, in particular, always reminded Saul of the dark shadows that jumped and ran and hid in the cracks of the stone tiles every time before the tower master appeared.
"I'll take them all and pay with credits!" Saul was ruthless and took them all with a single clench of his teeth.
He didn't have many magic crystals in his hand, but he still had some credits. Senior Wright cashed in the IOUs the first time after returning to the Sorcerer's Tower. So Saul had saved more than a hundred credits in the first few days.
It was just that these days, he was experimenting and borrowing books, and his assets quickly dropped below a hundred.
This time, if he bought the two books again, his credits would drop to thirty.
However, for wizards, knowledge was fundamental, so even if it hurt his flesh, Saul still insisted on purchasing these two books.
Other people who bought such crippled books might worry about taking the wrong path of research due to the lack of critical knowledge.
But Saul had the Diary of a Dead Wizard, so he could correct his mistakes at any time, and the worst that could happen was that he wouldn't be able to find the right path, and wouldn't go off the deep end and die because of his wrong understanding.
Hearing Saul's choice, the elderly administrator's smile deepened.
"Good, then take these two books and go check out."
After saying that, the old man's figure disappeared abruptly, with only the aftermath echoing in Saul's ears.
"Still really specialized in selling? Could it be that they get a commission for selling books?"
Unsure, Sol went forward and took the two books.
Suddenly!
A hand wrapped in pink bandages pulled the Book of Empaths out of Saul's hand.
Saul looked up to see the Tower Lord, who was fully hidden in a brownish-red cloak.
"Tower Lord?"
Golza pinched the spine of the book and raised it to his eyes for a few moments, letting out a soft grunt of uncertain significance before casually tossing the copy of the Book of Empaths back onto the shelf.
The book, which was less than a centimeter thin, landed heavily on the shelf with a thud, even shaking the shelf's horizontal partitions twice.
It was as if the book that landed on it was not a book, but a person.
I have to go home, today the second shift may be in the evening.
Trying to write some on the train~
Also begging for monthly votes, still a hundred and seventy or so short of a thousand. Probably won't make it in time, but let's give it a shot!
(End of chapter)