In the northern city of Bereli, at the very edge near the western city wall, there is a large area surrounded by greenery. wwW!QuAnBen-XIaoShuo!coM Several ancient and simple buildings stand among the green trees and red walls, exuding a sense of vicissitudes of history. This is the Royal Library of the Gallic Empire, a place that has been forgotten by almost ninety-nine percent of the Borelli people.
When the Hundred Years of Mainland-Island War broke out, people all over the world were thinking about killings, wars, violence, and conflicts. Who would come to the library to read
After the Hundred Years War on the Mainland and Islands, Saint Louis XIII vigorously developed the economy. All the people of the empire were working hard to make money, accumulate family property, and strive for advancement. Who has the leisure time to study
After Saint Louis XIII abdicated and Holy Light I ascended the throne, the empire became even more radical. The economy is developing at a rapid pace, and there is no reason to expand arms and prepare for war, and the entire society has fallen into impetuousness. The nobles are busy living in intoxication, the common people are busy enjoying themselves, and even the good guys in the market are busy grabbing land and fishing for gold coins, and few people are willing to come here to look for those old antiques.
The current Royal Library has a daily flow of no more than a hundred people. Most of them are old scholars from the university town of Bureilly, who come here to read the ancient classics in order to do various papers. As for those young teachers and professors, they are busy attending various upper-class banquets, participating in various academic salons, and publishing books to enhance their academic status. . .
These young people are not in the mood to study.
Therefore, the Royal Library became very quiet, as quiet as a cemetery late at night in autumn. Except for a few crisp birdsong in broad daylight, no other movement could be heard at all.
Wearing a spacious gray coarse cloth robe, Latus held a large book made of thick parchment and walked slowly from the collection hall to the book library. As the name suggests, the collection hall preserves about 300,000 volumes of various works and classics handed down from the Dark Calendar period. As for the book library, it is a place specifically for library staff or outside readers to read and write books.
A library established two hundred and fifty years ago. It is a gray-black boulder structure building with three floors, each floor covering an area of more than ten acres. The building is divided into thousands of large and small rooms. The furnishings of these rooms are very simple, but simple but not shabby. Each room has an independent lounge, bathroom and study room. Although the area is not large, it is sufficient. Ensure ordinary daily necessities.
There are many old scholars who are knowledgeable and poor in their scriptures. Lives in the library all year round. Refining one of his works word by word.
In this impetuous, ever-changing, ever-changing empire, the Royal Library is the last piece of pure land, the last ivory tower that maintains inner peace. Only here. Only then can you feel a bit of real knowledge.
"It's too quiet!" Latus sighed softly while holding the thick "Volume 9 of the Genealogy of Noble Heraldry".
It was so quiet that he thought he was deep in an ancient tomb. It was so quiet that he almost thought he was dead. Such silence, such silence, made Latus uncomfortable. Even though he has lived here for several years, he still cannot adapt to the environment here.
But you have to adapt! At least he has to show his face that he adapts to the atmosphere here. He has to work hard every day to read books, copy information every day, and work hard to compile something that is completely useless. Otherwise, he is likely to suffer the same fate as his father - the dignified third prince of the empire suddenly fell ill and died, and the disease could not even be detected!
Walk slowly along the shaded corridor. From another vertical corridor, a gray-haired old man in gray robes also walked over holding a thick book, and he happened to be walking side by side with Latus.
"Hello, Master!" Latus bowed slightly and saluted the old man with a humble smile.
"Hello, Your Highness Latus!" The old man smiled and nodded to Latus, and an invisible wave of magic power emanated from the pendant on his chest. The space around the two people was silently sealed. If someone uses magic to spy on them, they will be immediately detected by the magic engraved on this pendant.
The two of them stood in the verandah smiling, just like two real scholars discussing academic issues, with confused eyes and dancing and arguing. But if their conversation is known to outsiders. It's bound to cause an uproar.
"In the Sixth Abyss, our people paid the price of three hundred virgins. From a demon lord, we got the exact result."
The old man said solemnly: "The blood extracted from His Highness the Prince's heart was analyzed by the demon lord and found to be a mutated abyss plague poison. The plague virus originally produced in the abyss corpse-eating insects was cultivated by the necromancer. The toxin was strengthened hundreds of times, and then purified with holy light, and it changed from a poison that killed people instantly to a chronic poison that gradually took effect over several months."
"Holy light purification!" Latus nodded to the old man with a smile, but his eyes had turned red.
"Yes, only the Dawn Temple has such an ability to purify viruses and change their lethality from an instantaneous burst into a chronic poison that continues to attack." The old man said gloomily: "The eldest prince, and His Highness the Prince, are all Murdered..."
Latus looked at the old man deeply: "Then, I should thank them for not killing them all?"
The old man shook his head gently and said calmly: "This is the blood oath of the Gallic royal family. That person can kill your father and the eldest prince, but... he cannot target you and His Highness Maris. . Just like he cannot do anything to His Majesty, certain blood oaths restrict his actions."
Latus narrowed his eyes, a blood oath? He suddenly remembered some things, things that he had forgotten about when he was a dandy.
The dim hall, the flickering candlelight, the old men in black robes who are so old that they have a sense of death all over their bodies. . . The nightmare-like scene made Latus forget these things as quickly as possible, but now, he thought about it again.
"His Royal Highness the Prince was murdered!" the old man said solemnly: "I have informed the most reliable noble Excellencies of this news, and they have decided to stay with you and continue to be loyal to you, just like them It’s the same as being loyal to His Highness the Prince.”
Sighing, the old man said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, you have to cheer up."
Latus gritted his teeth and looked at the old man with a gloomy expression: "I am under house arrest here. I can't even leave the Royal Library. What do you think I can do? I'm not even as good as Maris. Although he is here Norman fought hard at the fort, but at least he had freedom!"
The old man smiled, looked at Latus deeply, and said gloomily: "Perhaps, something has changed."
Using the fastest speaking speed and the most concise language, the old man told Latus one by one about the assassinations of Bichus, Beya, Strohn, Count Longshan and others this morning. The dignified prince of Caesar's Empire was assassinated, which was bound to cause various conflicts between Caesar's Empire and the Gallic Empire; Beja was severely injured, his fighting spirit was destroyed, and a vicious dog next to Bichus had his leg broken; Bichus himself was stabbed Seriously injured, his arrogance will definitely be weakened a lot in the future.
With so many troubles gathered together, how could Holy Light I still be in the mood to deal with Latus
This is Latus's best chance to make a career! Avenge his father, save himself from this dangerous and embarrassing situation, and then fight back to oust Holy Light I and gain the throne!
"It's a very good idea, but it's very difficult!" Rattus said frankly: "Even with the loyalty of all the adults who are extremely loyal to my father, how much power can I have in my hands? Their private soldiers combined, can Are there 100,000 people? With all their close confidants gathered together, can there be 1,000 people? Their families... well, it’s limited to certain secret agreements, we don’t consider existences above the holy realm!”
Spreading his hands, Latus said hastily: "We will not be their opponent unless we can find strong foreign aid!"
The old man nodded fiercely: "You have the best choice! Your Highness, the seriously injured Earl of Longshan! He will become your best partner!"
Latus was silent, he narrowed his eyes, thought carefully for a long time, and then nodded slowly.
"You can try. He was seriously injured after being assassinated. The dignified earl will not let it go like this. He definitely wants to find out the mastermind behind the scenes!"
Taking a deep breath, Latus said quickly: "Find a way to contact him, be careful, tell him that the mastermind behind the scenes is probably a monk! At least mislead him to think so. I have heard of the name of Earl Longshan, His wealth amazes me. With his help..."
Latus clenched his fists and said word by word: "With his current influence in the Vias Commercial Federation, with the power of his ally Duke Greenson, and with his huge wealth, we can do There are many things.”
In the Western Continent, population is not a problem, and the supply of troops is not a problem. Just in the five northern provinces of the Gallic Empire, after Arthur's census, the registered population was 160 million. It shows what level the population of the entire Gallic Empire reached? The total population of the Gallic Empire was many times higher than the official figures announced by the empire!
As long as you have money and a lot of enough money, you can easily arm an army of millions of people!
"You can tell Earl Longshan my psychological bottom line!"
Latus gritted his teeth and said word by word: "If I can avenge my father, then he will be granted the title of Duke of the Empire and the matching fief. If he can help me ascend the throne, then he will Received a knighthood from the Imperial Prince, and..."
Latus breathed out a heavy breath: "And his princely territory will be a permanent autonomous territory!"