Inside the room, the sounds of books and pages flipping went on for two consecutive days.
When the last book was flipped, Kieran finally sat in his chair, rubbing his swelling temple with his fingers. Even for Kieran, continuous reading with such speed was a little overwhelming, especially when he had to carefully read through some parts and not skim through, burning quite a lot of his energy.
Unfortunately, even after reading all the books available to him, he didn't get what he was seeking, but it wasn't entirely fruitless.
Kieran was certain something must have happened 300 years ago, thus the contract.
The reason why he was so sure was because he had read a lot about the internal fights in Yort Fields 300 years ago. All the books had records about the fights back then, but none of them mentioned Naveya at all, which was obviously wrong.
Back then, Naveya should have been a rising city, a prospering location that everyone would know of.
