433 Books Turned to Ashes (2/2)

It was a young man in a white robe. He nodded. ”Yes, but please don't stop me, something big has happened here and I have to report it to the mayor.”

Then the young man hurried away.

Roland was stunned for a moment. He saw that the building didn't seem to have any guards, so he walked straight in.

When he entered, he saw the main hall which was at least ten meters tall and covered a large area.

There were piles of dust everywhere on the floor.

Many of the people in white robes stood in despair before all this dust and even wept.

What happened?

Roland thought of the youngster in the white robe he had just met at the door—were these piles of dust the big event he was talking about?

While Roland was thinking, he heard a clear voice sounding high up in front of him. ”Why are you all crying? The stuff is gone, we'll just re-record it—it's not manly at all to cry endlessly!”

Roland looked up and noticed a pretty black-haired girl coming down the stairway.

The young girl had burgundy eyes and wore a loose white robe.

At her waist hung a sword with a red tassel hanging from its hilt, which swayed as she moved.

At the sound of the young girl's voice, the weeping men stopped their crying.

The young girl walked down the stairs and looked at the piles of dust. She also appeared distressed, but soon her expression hardened. ”Everyone, go back to your rooms and rest for two hours, and gather afterward. We'll find out what exactly happened. From now on, the library is temporarily closed, no one is allowed to come in or out, including the people of the city. If anyone pesters you, let them come to me.”

”Yes!”

The group of people in white robes responded at the same time and then scattered in twos and threes.

The young girl then set her sights on Roland. She looked at him for a few seconds, and her expression looked a little surprised and curious. Then she walked over.

Roland looked at her and was also quite surprised.

Black hair was not unheard of in the game world, but people with black hair had a mix of brown and black hair and had hair that was naturally curly and black.

However, this young girl was different. Her black hair was pure black, very straight, and shiny. She had no tresses, and her long hair hung down like silk and fell to the bottom of her waist.

The young girls' face was on the small side. Although her eyes were burgundy, her eyebrows looked Asian in any case.

In this game world, after seeing blond hair, deep-set blue eyes, and aquiline noses, suddenly seeing such an Asian face, Roland felt quite a sense of cordiality.

This young girl walked up to Roland, sized him up, and asked, ”A foreigner?”

Roland smiled and nodded.

”What are you doing here? A traveling merchant?”

”I'm a Mage, and my biggest hobby is interacting with my peers, as well as going to the libraries of various countries, cities, and absorbing new knowledge.” Roland looked around the area. ”I heard this is a library… but why can't I see any books?”

The young girl's fair, pretty face revealed a depressed look. ”You're a bit too late. For some reason, all the books here, along with the shelves, turned to dust not too long ago.”

Roland froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

The system's actions were truly airtight.

To enhance the sense of immersion, the system had to have the entire city's institutions and background, including things like knowledge and customs, in place.

However, to keep him from gaining extra magical knowledge or learning extra spells, it actually destroyed all the books here.

How harsh.

Looking at Roland's helpless eyes, this young girl showed an apologetic expression. ”I'm really sorry, you came a long way to our city, but things ended like this…”

The young girl fell silent, and she returned to looking at the dust on the floor and sighed.

Roland, however, said, ”It doesn't matter if the books are gone. There should be many powerful Mages here. I also know some unique spells, let's see if we can have a mutual exchange!”

”A powerful Mage, that there is.” The young girl smiled, a pair of shallow dimples in her cheeks. ”My grandfather is, but his health lately…”

At this moment, from the second-floor steps, came a frail elderly male voice: ”Lamia, bring this handsome young foreign boy over here.”

Roland looked up and saw an old man standing on the second flight of stairs, his right hand holding the railings, looking down at the two of them from high above.

The young girl turned her head and rebuked, ”Grandpa, you're not well, why did you get out of bed!”

”Invite that youngster over, I have something I want to talk to him about.”

”Okay.”

Lamia sighed and said to Roland, ”I'm sorry, but Grandpa wants to see you. May I trouble you to chat with him?”

”Sure.”

Roland agreed with a smile.

Did he trigger some kind of plot?