Miss Danister was quietly thinking about which of the relics she could get, but most of them had been lost long ago:
"Some can indeed be borrowed, but I have to wait until I return to the academy to contact the owners of those relics. However, I know from the Orthodox Church that one of the keeper's trials is to find the yellow moon. In other words, maybe Tobesk has similar relics."
She spoke softly, and since Shade wasn't supposed to be there at the time, he pretended not to understand:
"If it can really be found in Tobesk, then you will still be needed to find the relic. I will be waiting for your good news."
"Yes, no problem. It's easier to find a specific relic than to look for the core spirit rune. After all, the information is there. Even if we can't find it in Tobesk, we will have other relics to choose from when we return to the academy. I still have some face in the material world."
She stood up:
"Mr. Hamilton, no, I'll call you Shade. Shade, I think the mysteries of the Silver Moon Library will soon be revealed to us, and I won't forget your contribution. In addition, big things may happen in the city in the next few weeks, so you must be careful during this time."
"no problem."
Shade said as he stood up and walked Miss Danister downstairs.
But before the sorceress left, he took out a crystal cylindrical bottle that was about a quarter the size of a little finger. This bottle was specially made by Shade for Old John, and it contained a liquid with twinkling stars:
"Miss Danister, this is for you as a year-end gift."
He held out the small bottle in the hallway.
"There is still half a month until the end of the year. Besides, the college has clear regulations prohibiting professors from accepting gifts from correspondence students."
Although she said this, she still took the small bottle, pinched it between her two white fingers, and shook it in front of her eyes with an incredible look.
“This is…”
The fingers of her right hand glowed with red moonlight, and when the moonlight came into contact with the liquid, the originally nearly transparent liquid also reflected the red light representing the moon.
Miss Danister in the hallway looked at Shade with some surprise:
"Is this the water of the moon? The essence of the moon that can only form naturally in a specific location over thousands of years?"
"Yes, you recognized it? That's amazing."
Xia De nodded immediately.
But he doesn't need thousands of years. The "Moonlight Water" in the crystal container, which is about one-fourth the size of a little finger, is the amount that can be produced on a moonlit night.
"Even by the standards of year-end gifts, this is a little too precious."
She shook the small bottle, hesitated for a moment, and handed it back to Xia De:
"This is too precious, and you need it more than I do. I will give you a potion recipe, and you can find a pharmacist you trust enough to help you prepare it. The potion can greatly increase your perception of the power of moonlight, and it is a permanent increase, which is very useful for low-level warlocks like you."
"No, no, I actually kept some for myself. You can take this... But you can give me the recipe."
Shade said with a smile, and Miss Danister also smiled, took back the bottle and put it in her skirt:
"I'll have someone bring it to you tomorrow, Shade. You're great."
Xia De opened the door, and the librarian walked into the snowy St. Teresa Square, waved to him, then turned around and disappeared into the night.
“Is this considered a bribe?”
When Shad closed the door and prepared to go upstairs again, he saw Luvia standing at the corner of the stairs and looking at him with a smile. She had obviously heard the conversation just now.
"Bribe? No, no, how can this be considered a bribe? I am just using the gift to deepen my friendship with the school officials. This will be very helpful in the future."
Shade bent down and picked up the cat on the steps, then walked towards Luvia at the top of the stairs:
"And the point of this matter is not what I gave, but that Miss Danister accepted it... Are you done with your work?"
"Of course not, but the planetarium is automatically recording data now, so I came down to see you. I will probably be busy very late tonight."
After saying that, he glanced at Xia De, and his eyes clearly showed that he wanted Xia De to say something.
Then Shade coughed:
"Then don't go back, just stay here overnight. Although it's not snowing outside, you know that it's hard to walk at night. MI6 was looking for the missing girl yesterday."
The purple-eyed girl smiled faintly and walked upstairs with Xia De:
"Tell me about the missing girl of MI6. If you can, take your time."
(Little Mia is running...)
It can be predicted that the ceremony of the chosen one will probably begin after Sir Prisha returns to Huntington with the visiting delegation. In order to prevent the qualification of the chosen one from falling into the hands of Miss Pavo, who is in the second place, Luvia does not intend to get rid of Sir Prisha in advance this time.
On Monday morning, after giving the crystal ball from the gift box to Luvia and accepting the task of personally cleaning the glass inside the bedroom before the weekend, Shad set out to meet Sir Prisha at the entrance of the Natural Church in the east of the city.
The relic that the knight invited Shade to collect yesterday was a document-level relic, the Book of Fools, but the more popular name was the Book of the Idiots. It is difficult to infer the characteristics of the book from the officially recorded name, but the widely circulated name explains the specific function of the book—
The Book of Fools is a book without any words, but once the pages inside are observed, knowledge will appear on it. The smarter the person, the more useful content they can see; and the dumber the person, the less knowledge they see. According to legend, this book was written by an ancient prophet in the Fourth Epoch, and most of the knowledge in it is said to be related to that prophet.
This book is only rated as clerical grade because a large number of people really cannot see any words in this book, and for those who can see words in this book, the content they see is mostly not very dangerous.
Because in the eyes of most people, this is a book without words, so it is named "The Book of Fools", implying that most people are actually fools. But the negative feature of this book is that sometimes smart people will fall into irreversible madness and become completely crazy after reading this book.
Therefore, The Book of Fools also means that those who can read the content are actually the real fools. After all, given the danger level of this book, it is actually the behavior of a truly smart person not to read it.
At present, The Book of Fools is in the hands of Mr. Booker, a stingy private collector in the East District of Tobesk. He runs a club and a library, which adopts the common membership system of this era. Only by paying a certain fee every month can you enter the library to read books, and you need to pay additional fees to copy and take away books.
If that were all, Sir Prissy could have taken the book away by himself, but according to his investigation, Mr. Booker had been affected by the Book of Fools and even possessed some strange powers as a result.
For the sake of safety, he asked Shade to act together. After all, when collecting relics, no matter how careful you are, it is never too much. Even if it is a clerical-level relic, once it gets out of control and encounters a suitable scenario, even a thirteen-ring warlock may find it difficult.
Mr. Booker was a 43-year-old middle-aged man with half bald hair, a sturdy build, and glasses. Sir Priss had made an appointment in advance, so the two of them could go directly into the library this morning.
There is a special reception room in the library, and Mr. Booker entertained the two in the reception room. This wealthy gentleman has many servants, and soon after everyone sat down, they were served hot tea and snacks.
When introducing themselves and shaking hands, Shade also sensed that Mr. Booker did have traces of the whispering element. If it was a ring sorcerer, this would not be surprising, but for ordinary people, this often meant big trouble.
It is impossible to ask the holder of the Book of Fools to hand over the book voluntarily, especially now that Mr. Booker has gained "power" from the book, so the two people who come to recover the relic need to use some tricks.
The reason for Sir Prisher's appointment was to purchase another book. After chatting with Mr. Booker for a while and signing the book purchase agreement, he suddenly asked:
"Mr. Booker, as you know, I am a foreigner from the United Kingdom of Carsenrick and will be returning home next week. I wonder if I will have the opportunity to visit your private collection of books? I have admired your reputation for a long time."
A well-known book collector like Mr. Booker would definitely have his own collection. And this time, Mr. Booker just thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.
On the one hand, it was because the price offered by Sir Priss was very high. On the other hand, the identities of Sir Priss and Shad were very respectable in the eyes of this ordinary person without a noble title.
The library's collection room is in the underground area, which looks like it was rebuilt from the basement of a house. To enter the collection room, you need to open two doors and three locks. The lock of the innermost metal door uses the most advanced gear piston structure and is controlled by an independent steam pressure system.
Even to the most well-informed outsider, the level of technology is quite astonishing.
Of course, compared to the key to the gate of spells, these non-mysterious locks are completely insignificant.
Corresponding to the expensive and sophisticated defensive measures are Mr. Booker's priceless collection of books and the collection room decoration, which is as magnificent as a museum's collection room.
He enthusiastically introduced his collection of books to Sir Shad and Sir Priss, one by one, and proudly boasted about how much each of his books was worth in gold pounds.
Even someone like Shad, who knows nothing about books, can understand the value of old books such as "The Glory of the Cavendish Bloodline" and "Crown of Honor: Appreciation of Ancient Crowns".
Of course, his attention was not always on Mr. Booker's collection. The communication with Mr. Booker was mainly done by Sir Prissier. Shad just followed behind the two of them and quietly put on the ring.