Civilians do not have the right or conditions to study, and the family where the original owner once lived is barely enough to fill their stomachs, and the people around them are either civilians or slaves, and no one understands this.
There are no books for sale on the street, let alone a bookstore, so Ziqing's primary target is Leo's study.
He was a fur dealer who would go to the courtyard area every autumn to buy furs and transport them back to his processing workshop outside the Holy City, where they would be rough processed and resold to the makers of clothing and utensils.
So in his study, there must be routes or maps about various places.
However, Leo's study is an important place in the family, and no one can enter it casually.
Zi Jing didn't think to beg him, he directly performed the stealth technique, and then used the lock-picking skills he had trained through countless lifetimes of life to enter the study.
The inside was wider than expected, forty or fifty square meters, supported by two columns in the middle.
The room finally had a sand table two meters wide and three meters long, on which was a terrain model made of mud and stones.
The model is a majestic and steep mountain, with a plain in the corner of the sand table, a huge town with three layers of inner and outer walls, with a mountain on one side and a sea on the other, and an inland river running through the city Isn't this the holy city where she is now, but she didn't expect Leo to reflect the entire terrain with a sand table.
However, the most detailed is only the route around the Holy City to the south, while the rest of the wider area is very vague, replaced by a chaotic mass of stones.
Ziqing just glanced at it, and recorded this model in the sea of knowledge.
On one side of the sand table stood several bookshelves that stretched up to the roof, on which were scattered some old books, and in more places there were some boxes.
Ziqing's eyes were like torches, sweeping from these shelves one by one My heart suddenly moved, and these boxes contained all kinds of ores And there are more or less obscure energy fluctuations in it.
Since being promoted to the master, Zijing has become more sensitive to the word energy.
Upon closer inspection, she found that the boxes containing the ores were marked with numbers and names, such as purple lazuli and obsidian, and she found them in a thick notebook to record their origins.
And the sand table is marked with the place where he bought or brought back the stones.
Unexpectedly, Leo was also an ore collector.
Zi Jing turned all this information into memory points and entered them into the sea of knowledge, as for the ore, it does have some energy, but for such a little energy stone, it is not possible to expose itself prematurely, and arouse the suspicion of the other party.
On the other side of the room is a large fireplace, next to which is a pile of firewood, the mouth of the stove is closed, and there is still ash residual heat, when the door is only opened, and a little firedust is placed to make the fireplace heat up quickly.
In front of the fireplace was a soft couch and a large wooden table with pens and ink, books and letters.
Zi Jing glanced at it, most of them were current accounts, and they were of little value to her.
However, in half an hour, Ziqing searched the entire study, and except for the sand table and the ore record book, she did not find the map and other things she wanted.
Let go of his divine sense and check it carefully, Ziqing's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect that there was still an Ange hidden here.
There is a pin mechanism inside, so it is not wise to break it with force.
She noticed that the relief on the wall was a little rough and dusty in the rest of the place, except for one place that appeared clean and smooth, apparently due to frequent touching.
Sure enough, Ziqing pressed down, and there was a slight sound of stones rubbing and driving from inside the wall, and then a stone box protruded from the wall.
When I opened it, I saw a sheepskin scroll inside.
When I unfolded it, it turned out that there was a "holy city" marked with a small red dot on the map, but it was only in a very marginal corner.
And those names like the Forest of Mist, the Endless Sea, and so on gave her a feeling of being extremely familiar but completely out of the way.
But I had some doubts in my heart, why did I hide the map so secretly, was there any secret on it?
In fact, it is the reason why she or the original owner does not know enough about this world.
Maps are like words, just the prerogative of the nobles of the upper classes, who alone know the way from one place to another.
As ordinary civilians or slaves, they were only enslaved, and they were bought and thrown there, and then they could only work in that place for the rest of their lives, and they worked until they died.
Because they don't know how to write, they don't know the way, they don't know the map, and even if they are allowed to run, they can't escape the control of the slave owners.
Of course, as enslaved people, in addition to the slave owners not allowing them to learn, their greatest sorrow is that they have no strong desire to seek knowledge or obtain information about the outside world.
Without hesitation, Ziqing turned over and took out a piece of spiritual jade, and used his divine sense to completely copy and engrave the map into the spiritual jade, making it into a jade slip.
After doing all this, I methodically put everything back in place, and then quietly left.
In the next two days, Ziqing went out to investigate the situation in the Holy City in disguise during the day, and stepped up his cultivation of immortal arts at night while taking pills.
Aside from the steady growth of the spiritual power accumulation of the immortal arts, she hardly got any useful news outside.
The people who live in the Holy City have no idea what it's like outside, and those who claim to be traders are just wandering around the Holy City, but they have a picture of "Z all over the world" arrogance, getting drunk in the bar, grabbing a waitress and using their dirty paws to get on and off their hands If you ask those powerful people who have a little bit of bottom, they will be wary and ask her to the bottom of it.
There were a few times when he almost showed his stuffing, and Ziqing had to turn back and slowly figure it out.
After two days, the so-called court painter finally came to the street.
The person who needs the portrait is waiting at the door of his house, and then a court painter wearing a wide brim and a black veil is escorted by a group of silver guards, and the guards will take out a special drawing paper, and the painter will paint directly on it It's really magical, she just needs to look at each other, and then reach out and give birth to a quill out of thin air, and make a picture on the paper.
The guards then stacked the paintings on top of each other When Ziqing saw the painter, she was slightly shocked in her heart, and she was the witch behind Leah Thinking that when he first entered this plot world, under the power of the other party's magic, he couldn't even connect with the space Thinking of this, Zi Jing couldn't help but become more nervous and vigilant in his heart. t1706231537: