Sean packed the newspaper and stopped stopping, heading towards Norim's library.

The library is not far from the newsstand, and these things that record text will probably be related to each other.

Compared with the library of Sword Castle, Norim's library looks much older, with solemn rock walls and quaint reliefs, which can still see some of the unique wild beauty of the ancient Nords.

The traces of civilization are always passed down inadvertently, and Sean is quite touched by this.

He walked into the dark hall, walked through the silent corridor, and came to the interior of the library filled with bookshelf.

There are not many people reading books here, and the books on the bookshelf look as old as this library. Sean knows why, this library was established more than a hundred years ago after the Brightonians conquered Nord, and is used to show their kindness and the brilliance of civilization.

However, compared to books, the Nords were more interested in the Brighton guns and gorgeous clothes.

Sean walked to the librarian's desk, behind which the author was a thin old pedan wearing gold-wisted glasses looking at a thick ancient book.

"Hello, I want to check out some books. If possible, it is best to take it away. What procedures do I need to go through?"

The old man looked at him, "Of course, you need to apply for a loan card. If you have a public office status, you only need to pay a 5-pence fee, but if you don't have a public office status, you must pay a deposit."

"I am a professor at Jianbao University, is this the most important thing?" He said and took out the professor's badge.

The old man looked at the badge in surprise, as if he didn't really believe that such a young person would be a professor. He took it over and looked at it for a few seconds before nodding reluctantly.

He took out a form from the drawer.

"name."

"Shaan Forrest."

The old man frowned, as if he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

"What books do you want to borrow?"

"I'm not sure yet, I hope you can recommend it for me. Are there any books on the ancient myths of Nord?"

The old man immediately looked at him vigilantly. He put away his paper and pen, hugged his arms, and looked at him.

"You can ask, what are you going to do?"

"Writing a book requires some reference materials."

"According to the Irrational Behavior Management Act and relevant regulations of the Reason Society, all related books introducing religion, myth, and promoting superstitious thoughts are prohibited. Unless there are sufficient reasons, borrowing is prohibited."

"At the same time, I have some doubts about your identity. It is rare for such a young professor. Please show items that can prove your identity, otherwise I may have to question you."

He pressed the alarm bell on the desk, and immediately two large and round guards rushed in from outside the door, one of them holding a pack of jerky meat.

"What happened Mr. Terry?"

"This person is very suspicious, I need you to pay attention to him."

Facing the eyes of the three people staring at each other, Sean was speechless. He knew that searching for such information might cause trouble, but he didn't expect that rationality would learn to do so well, and even asking questions could cause such a big disturbance.

Fortunately, this time he was well prepared. He took out the badge of the wise man who had learned rationally without expression, and the membership certificate Henry had applied for him, and also illuminated it, "Is this OK?"

The old man was stunned and then turned into a panic expression.

"Sorry, I don't know..." He didn't say anything else, but just bowed slightly and waved his hand to let the guards exit.

Sean thought to himself that it was really good to be organized.

"Don't mind, you just did your duty. Can you introduce this kind of book to me now?"

"Of course, please come with me."

The old man took him to walk inside, walked through a row of bookshelfs, and came to an iron gate with a sign hanging on it - a prohibited book area, which was prohibited from entering by non-related persons.

The old man took out a key and opened the door, and Sean walked in.

Inside is a much smaller library with old cover books on all walls, including handwritten ancient classics. Sean even saw some ancient scrolls written in parchment.

"The things you are looking for are here, please feel free to do it, but according to the regulations, if you want to lend it, you still need to record it."

Sean nodded and watched the old man retreat, leaving him alone in the library.

Sean was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the membership of the Rational Society was so powerful, it was just a feeling of giving and asking for help.

He secretly sighed in his heart that joining the rational learning is considered to be a correct addition.

Although there were no windows on all sides and no candlelight, the house was unexpectedly not dark. There was a small skylight above my head that led the sunlight down.

Sean searched around the bookshelf, and he really saw many good things, including historical books, books introducing ancient myths, legends, religious beliefs, and even alchemy. Many rare books are lonely books that cannot be seen in bookstores outside. Those ancient records can be traced back to the period of the ancient kingdom of Brighton.

Soon he found several books related to Nord's ancient myths and read them briefly. In the end, he chose a more professional book called "Nord's Mythology Test", author Ulysses Evantus, which sounded like an imperialist name.

This book is still very new, with the cover marked "Internal information of the Rational Society, prohibited from circulating it".

According to Sean's experience, generally these labels are often real.

He opened the book and read the preface first.

Many authors will record their thoughts and gains from the books they write, and you can often see the value of a book by reading the preface.

【Preface:

People in the old era had the imagination that modern people did not have, were not bound by the laws of reality, and were not restricted by rational thinking. Because of this, they were often able to create mysterious and beautiful fantasy stories.

They are long-standing legends, myths created by ancient priests, tribal elders, and madmen, and the oldest mysteries.

These mysterious powers cannot be understood by modern people's thinking, and can only perceive the lost history through clues between the lines.

For most people, those ancient accounts are just stupid stories, the dream rambling of ancient people, but for another group of people, people with sufficient rationality and discrimination ability - such as me, these stories are poetic illusions, which represent people's most primitive desires and ambitions.

At the same time, it also displays part of the lost history before the world.

And since you are sitting at your desk and opening this book, I think you are the same person as me. I hope this book can satisfy your curiosity.]

When Shawn saw it, he smiled knowingly. The author's writing style was quite patterned, which gave him a bit of respect for each other.
Chapter completed!