The history books in the library are not as detailed as the historical records in religious scriptures, and most of them are biographies of heroes.
Rovi took down a book titled "The Song of Aldric," a heroic epic, and flipped through two pages. The entire book was filled with mythological colors.
The book begins with the creation of the ancient gods, telling the story of Aldric, the son of the god of wisdom, and his adventures on the Western Continent.
The opening of the book describes how the gods created the world and the birth of humanity: the creator god took out his heart and turned it into Galan, then shed blood to create humans. Afraid that humans would be cold, he dug out his left eye to become the sun, giving warmth to humans; afraid that humans would get lost in the dark, he dug out his right eye to become the moon, giving humans the light of the moon.
After the creator god fell, his soul gave birth to many new gods, born on the heart of the mother goddess, continuing to bless the people on Galan.
The book also records a great war two thousand years ago, said to be the war of faith among the gods.
This great war led to the destruction of the paradise of the old humans, which overnight turned into a desert where nothing grew, known today as the wasteland.
Since that great war, the gods no longer descend to the world but sit high in the clouds; humans have migrated to a new continent to recuperate, which is the Western Continent where they now live.
Legend has it that there is a third continent on Galan called the Misty Plain, located to the north of the Western Continent. However, the sea in the north is shrouded in thick fog all year round, and no one has successfully crossed the fog belt to confirm whether the Misty Plain really exists.
If the Misty Plain really exists, it would be great. If it is exposed one day, she could still escape to the Misty Plain to survive.
As the sky darkened, Rovi read a few pages before going to register the book for borrowing, intending to take it back and read it slowly.
Just as she left the borrowing area, four or five teenagers walked towards her, and one of them walked straight towards her.
With a "pop," the book in Rovi's arms was knocked to the ground.
A hand picked up the book before her, and the teenager flipped through it, dragging his tone as he read, "Let me see what a commoner like you borrowed... Oh, 'The Song of Aldric'?"
He finished reading the title and glanced at Rovi, then fell silent.
He couldn't fathom why this lady bothered to borrow such a convoluted ancient epic. If she were a commoner, she wouldn't even be able to recognize the letters.
The other teenagers also realized this, and they exchanged glances, all remaining silent.
The teenager who picked up the book quickly changed his attitude and handed the book back to Rovi, with a complete turnaround in demeanor. "I apologize for my rudeness, there was a misunderstanding earlier. Here's your book."
Rovi frowned slightly and reached out to take the book.
"Oh, wait," the teenager suddenly changed his mind again, his eyes revealing a glint of intelligence. "Beautiful lady, I've been reading this book lately, but there are some parts I don't understand. Could I ask you for some guidance?"
Another one trying to test her, she thought. Thinking she couldn't understand ancient texts? But this stuff is much simpler than classical Chinese.
Rovi withdrew her hand and said indifferently, "Go ahead, ask."
The teenager opened the book to the first page and pointed to a random passage. "I don't understand this part."
Rovi looked at him strangely. He couldn't even understand the first page?
The teenager's face stiffened slightly. He knew he sounded stupid, but he had only glanced at the first page of this book, and only the content on the first page was somewhat familiar to him.
"Alright, give me the book, I'll teach you."
The teenager handed her the book back.
Rovi pointed to the text on the book, her voice soft and melodious, "When the goddess fell, her soul felt the breath and conceived, giving birth to the gods in the inch, descending the gods' favor in all directions; each god ruled his domain, at that time chaos began to separate, the birth of the dark division, myriad beasts..."
"What this passage means is..."
It wasn't until she finished speaking that the teenager's doubts were completely dispelled.
He thanked Rovi and left, but not before carefully examining her face. There was something about her that stirred his heart.
This lady had fair skin, a beautiful face, rosy lips, and white teeth. She also had jet-black, shiny hair and mysterious black eyes.
Although she dressed very modestly, her elegant demeanor and rich knowledge all showed her noble identity. She was clearly a true aristocrat!
As for Asina's claim that she was a commoner, she must be jealous of this lady's beauty.
The teenagers went back to find Asina, only to be scolded by her.
"Idiots! There are wise and studious people among commoners too. Do you think everyone is as ignorant as you?"
The teenagers were not convinced. "But she didn't even go to look for arithmetic books. Asina, you must have made a mistake."
"Enough, get out of here!"
"How did the dukes raise such a group of idiots?"
Asina was so angry that her face twisted. She never expected that sending these guys to teach Rovi a lesson would not only fail but also make them turn against her!
The teenagers were also fed up with the spoiled little princess and left after being scolded.
Both sides dispersed unhappily.
On the other side, Rovi walked past a rose garden and arrived at their dormitory.
It was a quaint Romanesque building, quietly standing on the lush lawn, with semicircular arches and rounded domes exuding a dreamy atmosphere.
The original owner's room was at the end of the second-floor corridor of the dormitory, in a prime location. Pushing open the window, one could see the lake, and outside the window was a small balcony where one could sit and have tea.
Her feud with Asina stemmed from this dormitory.
The original owner arrived first, and later Asina also set her sights here. However, because the original owner had already moved her things in, the school teachers still assigned the room to the original owner.
After returning to the dormitory, Rovi stood by the window and admired the scenery for a while. When the sun set, she returned to the table and lit an oil lamp.
There was a hand-held bronze mirror placed upside down on the table, and she picked it up.
The dim mirror reflected a youthful face, and Rovi was taken aback.
Wasn't this her appearance when she was fifteen?
She thought there might be some changes in her appearance after transmigrating, but she hadn't expected the original owner to look exactly like her.
In the mirror, the delicate little girl with black hair and black eyes looked at her motionlessly, as if observing herself from another world.
Rovi blinked, and now she was starting to wonder whether she had transmigrated or just swapped bodies.
But it was fortunate that the original owner looked exactly like her, with black hair, which happened to be the most esteemed hair color in the West.
If she had come here with red hair, she wouldn't be able to pass as a noble—In the West, even nobles would face discrimination if they had red hair.
After looking in the mirror, Rovi seemed to understand why the teacher who assigned dormitories favored her.
Emotions were stereotypes, making her feel that her black-haired self was of higher status than Asina with her blonde hair?
This was... good news indeed.
Rovi put down the mirror and walked to the wardrobe to change into a linen nightgown.
Looking back at the woolen inner clothes she had taken off, she frowned slightly.
The original owner had spent all her money on the outer clothes, but hadn't paid much attention to the inner ones, which gave Vina a handle to use against her.
But in fact, the woolen undershirt she was wearing was very soft, obviously carefully tanned, and washed very cleanly. Even though it wasn't white, it definitely didn't look dirty.
But Vina was right about one thing—true nobles wouldn't wear woolen undershirts.
Because at this time, wool dyeing and weaving technology were not advanced enough, and the woolen shirts woven were rough and heavy, and the colors were not pure enough, so nobles usually wore linen or cotton clothes.
Rovi rubbed the woolen undershirt in her hands, and in her mind flashed a series of processing steps.
If the technology wasn't advanced, why not make it advanced?
In the twenty-first century she lived in, fabric woven from animal fibers was much more expensive than plant fibers.