Search Novel: In the northern part of Berley, at the very edge near the western wall, there is a large area of greenery.
Several ancient, quaint buildings stand among the green trees and red walls, revealing a historical atmosphere of vicissitudes.
This is the Royal Library of the Gallic Empire, a place that has been almost forgotten by nine out of ten Berellian people.
When the Hundred Years of Land Island War broke out, people all over the world were filled with killings, wars, violence, and conflicts, and who would come to the library to read books After the end of the Hundred Years of Continental War, Saint Louis XIII vigorously developed the economy, and all the subjects of the empire were working hard to make money, accumulate family business, and work hard to strive upward After the abdication of Saint Louis XIII and the accession of Holy Light I, the empire became more radical.
With the development of the economy for thousands of miles, the expansion of armaments and warfare for no reason has plunged the whole society into impetuousness.
The aristocrats are busy drunk and dreaming of death, the common people are busy indulging in pleasures, and even the heroes in the market are busy grabbing land and gold coins, and few people are willing to come here to rummage through those old antiques.
Today, the Royal Library has no more than a hundred people a day, most of whom are old scholars from the university town of Berelli, who come here to read the old texts in order to do all kinds of papers.
And those young teachers and professors, they are busy attending all kinds of upper-class banquets, busy attending various academic salons, busy publishing their own books to improve their academic status...
These young people, they are also not in the mood to study.
So the royal library became very quiet, as quiet as a graveyard in the middle of an autumn night, and nothing could be heard in the daytime except for a few crisp birdsongs.
Draped in a spacious gray coarse cloth robe, Latus walked slowly from the collection to the library of writings, holding a large tome made of thick parchment.
As the name suggests, the collection houses about 300,000 volumes of various works and texts that have been handed down from the Dark Calendar.
The book library is a place for library staff or foreign readers to read and write books quietly.
The Museum of Writings was established 250 years ago.
It is a gray-black boulder structure building, with three floors above and below, each floor covering an area of more than a dozen acres.
The building is divided into thousands of large and small rooms, these rooms are simply furnished, but simple but not simple, each room has a dui lounge, bathroom and study, although the area is not large, but enough to ensure the needs of ordinary life.
A lot of old pedants who are poor.
He lives in the book library all year round.
Word by word, he scrutinized one of his own works.
In this impetuous and ever-changing, thousand-mile empire, the Royal Library is the last piece of pure land, the last ivory tower that maintains inner peace.
And only here.
In order to feel a bit of real learning.
"It's too quiet," Latus sighed softly as he held the ninth volume of the thick heraldic pedigreed of the nobility.
It was so quiet, so quiet that he thought he was deep in the tomb.
It was so quiet that he almost thought he was dead.
Such silence, such silence, made Latus very uncomfortable.
Even though he had lived here for several years, he still couldn't adapt to the environment.
But he has to get used to it, at least he has to make a face that he is very suitable for the atmosphere here, he has to work hard every day to read books, work hard to transcribe materials every day, and work hard to compile something completely useless.
Otherwise, he would probably encounter the same fate as his father, and the third prince of the Imperial Empire suddenly fell ill and died, and he couldn't even find out what the disease was Walk slowly along the shady promenade.
From another vertical verandah, an old man in a gray robe with gray hair also walked over with a thick book, and happened to be side by side with Latus.
"Hello, Master," Latus bowed to the old man with a humble smile.
"Hello, Your Highness Latus" the old man nodded to Latus with a smile, and an invisible wave of magic emanated from the pendant on his chest.
The space around the two of them was silently blocked.
If someone spied on them with magic, they would immediately be detected by the magic engraved on the pendant.
The two stood in the verandah with a smile, as if two real scholars were discussing academic issues, their eyes glazed over, dancing and arguing about something.
But if their conversation is known to outsiders.
It's bound to cause an uproar.
"In the sixth abyss, our people are at the cost of three hundred virgins.
From a demon lord, get the exact result. ” The old man said in a deep voice, "The blood extracted from His Royal Highness the Prince's heart has been analyzed by that demon lord as a mutated abyss plague poison.
The plague virus, originally produced in the body of the abyssal corpse eater, was cultivated by a necromancer to strengthen the toxin by a hundred times, and then purified with holy light, from a highly toxic poison that killed people in an instant, to a chronic poison that gradually attacked over several months. ” "Purification of the Light" Latus nodded to the old man with a smile, but his eyes had turned crimson.
"Yes, only the Temple of Dawn has the ability to purify viruses and turn their lethality from instantaneous bursts to chronic poison that continues to attack."
The old man said gloomily: "The eldest prince, as well as His Royal Highness the Prince, are all been...
Murderous. ” Latus gave the old man a deep look: "Then, I should thank them for not killing them all" The old man shook his head slightly, and he said indifferently: "This is the blood oath of the Gallic royal family, that person can kill your father and kill the eldest prince, but...
He can't do anything against you and His Highness Mares.
As if he couldn't do anything to His Majesty, certain bloodline oaths constrained his actions. ” Ratus's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly remembered something, something that had been forgotten by him.
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The dim hall, the flickering candlelight, the old men in black robes who are so old that they all have a breath of death...
The nightmarish scene made Latus forget about these things as quickly as he could, but now, he remembered it again.
"His Royal Highness the Prince is murdered," said the old man in a deep voice, "I have informed the most reliable noble Excellencies of this news, and they have decided to remain loyal to you by your side as they have pledged allegiance to His Royal Highness." ” Sighing, the old man said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, you have to cheer up." ” Latus gritted his teeth, he looked at the old man with a gloomy face: "I'm under house arrest here, I can't even leave the Royal Library, what do you say I can do I'm not even as good as Mares, although he is desperate in the Norman Battle Castle, but at least he has ziyou" The old man smiled, he looked at Latus very deeply, and said gloomily, "Perhaps, something has changed in the matter. ” With the fastest speed and the most concise language, the old man told Latus about the assassination of Bhikshus, Beya, Stron, Count Longshan and others in the early hours of this morning.
The assassination of the prince of Caesar's empire is bound to provoke various contradictions between Caesar's empire and the Gaul empire; Beya was severely wounded, his fighting spirit was abolished, and a vicious dog beside the bhikshu had his leg broken; The bhikshu himself was badly wounded, and his arrogance was bound to weaken much in the future.
And with so many troubles gathered together, where is the Holy Light I still in the mood to take care of Latus This is the best chance for Latus to avenge his father and save himself from this dangerous and embarrassing situation, and then fight back, ousting the Holy Light I from power and taking the throne "Very good idea, but very difficult," said Latustan in vain, "even if I have the allegiance of all the great men who are extremely loyal to my father, how much power can I have in my hands, how many private soldiers can be combined, can there be 100,000 of their henchmen and dead soldiers, can there be 1,000 of their families...
Well, limited to certain secret covenants, we don't consider the existence above the Holy Realm."
Spreading his hands, Latus said hurriedly: "We will not be their opponents, unless we can find strong foreign reinforcements" The old man nodded fiercely: "You have the best choice, Your Highness, the seriously injured Earl of Longshan will be your best partner" Latus was silent, his eyes narrowed, and he pondered for a long time before slowly nodding.
"You can try, he was seriously injured by the assassination, the Earl, and he won't just leave it at that.
He definitely wants to find out who is behind it."
Taking a deep breath, Latus said quickly, "Find a way to contact him, be careful, and tell him that it is likely that the bhikkhus behind the scenes is to mislead him into thinking so."
I have heard of the great name of this Count of Longshan, and I am amazed at his wealth.
If there is his help ... ” Latus clenched his fists and said word by word: "With the influence he now has in the Vyas Business Federation, with the power that his ally, Duke Greenwood, has, and with his immense wealth, there are many things we can do. ” In the Western continent, population is not a problem, let alone the source of soldiers.
Only the five northern provinces of the Gaul Empire, after Arthur's census, the registered population is 160 million, which shows the population of the entire Gallic Empire, the total population of the Gallic Empire is far higher than the official figures of the empire As long as there is money, there is a large amount of enough money, and it is easy to arm a legion of millions of people "I can tell Count Yongshan about my psychological bottom line" Latus gritted his teeth and said word by word: "If I can avenge my father, then he will receive the title of Duke of the Empire, as well as a matching fief."
If he can help me ascend to the throne, then he will be knighted as Prince of the Empire, and... ” Latus exhaled heavily: "Moreover, his princedom will be a permanent dominion":