Chapter 1304： ancient (1/2)

Saint Wing College is no bigger or older building than the library. It is located in the college building at a 30-degree angle. The mottled walls are entwined with perennial vines, giving people the vicissitudes of ancient wisdom.

It is said that the 30-degree angle was tilted because the war between humans and demons almost destroyed the entire college, but this building alone stood tall, just like the old man on crutches kept his head high even though he bent his body.

In this way, it was repaired later, and the 30 degrees of the library is an excellent spiritual symbol.

The library has four floors. The first three floors are general reading areas, which mostly gather popular learning materials such as history, biography, and poetry, while the fourth floor is a high-level reading area, which has a richer collection of books and a more complex type of text. The vastness of thought is a hodgepodge of world culture. I heard that the collection of books in it was written by elves, but there are so many incomprehensible texts that even instructors with deep research can't distinguish.

In view of the obscurity and the abundance of text types, few students are at this level.

Zhang Wanlin always came to this place for the witchcraft he had in mind.

Witchcraft is forbidden in this country and even the world, especially after the war between humans and demons. The important reason for that world war is the abuse of witchcraft and the mistake of letting demons descend into this world.

So, after that battle, the whole world was purging wizards.

There was a time when anyone talked about ”witchcraft” or ”witcher” and other related words or made strange behaviors, they would be treated as absconding wizards.

This caused a large number of innocent people to die under the butcher knife.

It should be that everyone should stay away from witchcraft, for fear of bringing in the disaster of killing, but Zhang Wanlin did not.

Sometimes he felt baffled, and he felt a pair of big hands invisibly controlling his every move.

Such feelings are really unknown.

Zhang Wanlin stepped on the pine wood stairs that circled a thick column, and the simple creaking sound in this quiet reading environment melted invisibly.

It can be described as moisturizing things silently.

On the fourth floor, he was the only one in the huge reading room. He melted into this silence, just like Shen Jing itself.

It is impossible to count how many times he has been here, how many books and how many language dictionaries he has traversed.

Needless to say, this is a place he particularly likes.

Zhang Wanlin searched for books row after row, thick and thin, all kinds of words floating up and down in his mind one by one, they were either rigorously correct, or chic and elegant.

The first few bookcases Zhang Wanlin had roughly gnawed on, nothing more than talked about the history, humanities, etc. of various countries, very few of them involved occultism.

If you find him, you will be happy for a while.

Zhang Wanlin finally pulled out a book with a thick thumb. The whole book looks very simple and simple, and the text on it is ”Gulai”.

The writings of an ancient country have now become the relics investigated by later generations.

Gulavin is more or less related to witchcraft.

Zhang Wanlin used the dictionary to read word by word, writing notes in the notebook from time to time.

This is also learning the Gulai script.

What I said above is probably the law of the sun, moon and stars, and the distribution of astrological signs is a preview of the world.

In layman's terms, it is to judge the world by the stars, knowing misfortune and blessing.

One can imagine its obscurity.

For others, this is really unbearable, but Zhang Wanlin read it carefully, and he is more energetic every time he understands it.

In this way, I didn't know it until late at night.

The administrator is about to close the door, and routinely inspect all floors.

When he came to the fourth floor, he thought that there would be no one, but there was still a person sitting in the dark black, silent, like a ghost, which really surprised him, and even a little scared.

He raised the lamp, put his hand on the hilt of the saber on his waist, and walked slowly.

The soft candlelight poured on Zhang Wanlin's focused figure, and the administrator let out a sigh of relief.

”Zhang Wanlin, you haven't left yet?”

He said.

”Well, I think this book is very interesting.”

Zhang Wanlin answered.

The administrator leaned over to take a look, the densely twisted and distorted text was completely incomprehensible, and then looked at Zhang Wanlin's relish.