"Sir? What's wrong?"

Fandal noticed a trace of unusual aura. Although Joshua's gaze was only a moment, it brought heavy pressure to the surroundings. He subconsciously asked.

"Why is there a team of elite monks from the church in Morley Palace?"

Motivating the red-haired knight to continue leading the way, Joshua asked frankly, his tone was a little confused: "They are very strong, and more than half of them are great monks who have reached the golden realm, enough to be bishops in the land. This is unusual."

"Ah, they were the ambassadors sent by the church during the celebrations before. They were naturally strong. The leader of the Knights of [Ham of Freedom] Robzek is a very good-spirited paladin, but that lord is now discussing something with His Majesty in the main hall."

When he encountered a question he could answer, Fandal couldn't help but smile and nodded. The handsome red-haired knight was indeed a cheerful person: "Some time ago, countries and forces across the mainland sent envoys to meet His Majesty the Emperor, and the church was one of them. However, most of the envoys have returned, but they seem to have something to do and are still here."

When he said this, Fandal's tone could not help but feel regretful: "It's a pity that you didn't attend the celebration, Count. It's a carnival that may not be possible for hundreds of years. Many ancient families have come to the imperial capital... Speaking of which, many people are also interested in you, sir."

"Thank you... As for the celebration, I'm very sorry, but if you can't go, there is nothing you can do."

Nodding, Joshua said that he had already understood the other party's identity. As for the celebration, he really couldn't go because he wanted to save the world.

No matter what, even though the soldiers still had questions about the familiar aura of the woman in the center of the team, they had already arrived at the Black Swan Palace.

Walking out of the corridor, there is a garden full of flowers. The Black Swan Palace is opposite this garden. It is an ancient palace that has a history of hundreds of years. The palace was built by the third emperor of the empire. After his death, the black rock walls on the outer wall of the palace have been covered with traces of ivy and moss. This generation of emperors seemed to like this very much, so they had no intention of cleaning it up.

Now, the evening sun is gradually dimming, and the hazy light and shadows shine on this huge black palace. You can vaguely hear the echo of the bells coming from afar, announcing the end of the day's work.

The Royal Library is one of the most important places in the Palace of Morley and cannot be missed, so there are many patrols along the way. Joshua can even sense sentries lurking in many dead corners. They formed a large net without any omissions, covering the entire Black Swan Palace.

The guards on the road knew Fandal. After seeing that he was leading the way, they knew that the person behind him must be a big shot, so they did not come forward to interrogate.

They entered the Black Swan Palace like this.

In the Black Swan Palace, the Imperial Royal Library, a long-closed library.

“Valueless.”

Between the bookshelf, in the cold light of the pyroxene lamp, the white-haired old man sighed helplessly. He closed the dusty ancient book in his hand and put it aside. With the old man's sigh, another ancient book floated past and came to his hand.

It can be seen that there are hundreds of books floating beside the old man. They are held by layers of hazy blue light and are automatically flipped through and put down. Then dozens of books are picked up from the bookcase by the power of magic, repeating this cycle.

The old man is naturally Nochardamas, and he is now organizing the ancient books in this library.

The royal family of the Northern Empire has a long history. The large library they built is no less than that in the Lake of Eternity. The libraries in the Holy Land of Elf are slightly inferior to those of the secret library organized by the Seven Stars Council, the old mage organization. Most of the ancient books collected here are originals written in the past, and contain more information than other copybooks and fakes.

But it's all meaningless.

Read hundreds of books at the same time. Not long after, Nostradamus finished reading the ancient books in half of the library. He made a gesture and magic power put the books around him back to their original positions.

The old mage couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

“The knowledge in many books has been eliminated by the times.”

He murmured to himself: "The mantras and secrets from hundreds of years ago have now become knowledge that has been popularized, and even many ancient prophecies have come true now. These books have no value at all and can only be sealed as historical records. Maybe they will be in museums in the future."

He seemed to have no emotions about this, but just a simple sigh. The old master walked to the next bookshelf and frowned: "It is obvious that for these people, the three hundred years of loss have just passed, why is there no news of the glorious era in their books?"

The above is the real reason for Nostradamus' disappointment.

Since the Empire discovered the sacrificial grounds of ancient races under the orc court, various monuments of different sizes have been discovered across the mainland. The most shocking one is the ancient city ruins found by Guantian White Tower in the central black forest.

This immediately set off an archaeological boom in the academic community, and Nostradamus was naturally very interested in it. He took over the task of sorting out ancient books in the large library in order to find clues of the remains from these long-closed books.

No matter what, the traces of a race's life and the records of the existence of a city cannot be erased quietly. They must have left some clues in the books. This is the old wizard's idea, but in fact, he found nothing, as if the ruins were all emerging out of thin air, leaving no trace in history.

Perhaps, this is what is called loss for three hundred years. Nochardamas couldn't help but think of it.

There is no trace, as if even existence has been erased. That period of history may be an untouchable taboo for today's human beings.

And in the hall of Black Swan Palace.

"Sorry, Master Nochardamas is sorting out in the ancient book room. He said, it's best not to disturb his work, so..."

A maid in a gray skirt stood in front of Fandal with some embarrassment, shook her head and said, "It's better to wait a moment. Now it's time for dinner, and the master may come out to have a meal..."

At this time, Joshua and others had already arrived in the Royal Library.

In terms of structure of the Royal Library, it is actually similar to that of an ordinary library. The soft pyroxene light flashes between the bookshelf, releasing silver light. There is no luxurious decoration or too surprising structure. Everything is ordinary, but the difference between it and other ordinary libraries is that it is big enough.

As big as the entire palace, and even more than a dozen basements, are part of the Royal Library. Here, people with poor sense of direction are easily lost. There have been many records of such incidents in history, and even His Majesty of this generation was lost here when he was a child.

In such a place, it is obviously unrealistic to find someone by yourself. Fandal directly found a maid who served here and asked where Master Nostradamus was, but the reply he received was not satisfactory.

"Has he really said that by the master?"

Joshua spoke, signaling the dissatisfied red-haired knight to retreat aside: "If that's the case, it's okay to wait for a while."

“Yes…yes!”

While seeing Joshua, the maid suddenly became speechless. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead, looking very nervous. The maid's footsteps were gradually retreating like instinctively, but even so, her professional ethics made her say the last sentence: "If you want to wait... please go to the No. 3 lounge over there, we will inform you and the other party as soon as Master Nostradamus came out."

"Since that's the case, I'm almost leaving."

Knowing that his mission was over, the red-haired knight bowed slightly to the warrior, and the warrior nodded: "Thank you."

“It is my honor to serve you.”

After talking, Fandal turned around and walked out the door.

Under the guidance of the maid, Joshua and others arrived at the No. 3 lounge.

The lounge is actually a place for those who borrow books to read. It is a square hall with tables, chairs and bookshelf. Many people are reading books with them, most of them are young nobles, which can be seen from the heraldry on their clothes.

Most of them are in their early twenties and under thirty years old. At this time, they should be learning some books about nobles or about extraordinary power. In the corner, several middle-aged people wearing mage robes are reading several thick magic books, copying and recording some important data.

Originally, the atmosphere in the entire lounge was quite harmonious. Apart from the identities of the personnel, it was no different from the ordinary library reading room. Even some young nobles were talking and laughing at each other in a low voice, it did not affect the work of those busy mages.

But Joshua's arrival broke this.

When the warrior just arrived here, the maid who led the way bowed hurriedly and left quickly as if she was running away. The rest of the room also felt something cold climbing up to their backbone, and couldn't help but turn their heads together and look at the door.

"Earl Radcliffe!"

A young nobleman who recognized Joshua couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice: "Why is he coming to the imperial capital now? It seems like he is missing during the celebration, and he can't find anyone at all!"

In fact, almost everyone present knew Joshua, and even with a few exceptions, they had at least heard of the warrior's name.

Because of slaying dragons and killing a big demon in the imperial capital, Joshua's reputation is even louder than he imagined. Originally, he should be in the same class as these young nobles, but now, the warriors can be compared with their fathers, even far more than that. After all, most of these young nobles have not yet touched the edge of the golden barrier, and the warriors have been confirmed by His Majesty the Emperor and are geniuses who can advance legends in the future.

These are two worlds.

Not only that, they also vaguely felt that the pressure on Joshua was getting heavier and the atmosphere became solider. As the warriors gradually approached, the young nobles felt that they were slowly sinking into the deep sea, and the feeling of the water pressure gradually expanding was about to suffocate them.

The warrior didn't care about this. He just found a random seat, and then took Ying and Lin to sit down, preparing to wait for Nochardamas to finish the ancient books.

"Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable today..."

Just as Joshua sat down, a young nobleman who was closer stood up. He swallowed his saliva, his exposed skin was covered with goose bumps, and his voice seemed to tremble: "My friends, please forgive me for being rude. I am really uncomfortable. I will take the first step for today's party..."

After saying that, he picked up his book and walked out quickly. When he passed by the seat where Joshua was sitting, he subconsciously took a long way.

"So that..."

"I also……"

"Actually I..."

After a silence, many people stood up. For them, the entire lounge hall was getting dark little by little. Although the pyroxene lamp was still flashing, the light could not illuminate the shadow in the heart at all. So when they saw someone leaving first, they subconsciously followed them, and even praised the first person who left and gave them excuses.

Not long after, almost all the nobles were exposed, and the mages on the other side also felt something was wrong.

"...Let's go back to the laboratory to do the rest of the work, it's really a bit cold here."

He muttered softly, a middle-aged mage called his partner, and the two of them quickly left the lounge with their books. They could vaguely hear their complaints about the library heating system.

In this way, the remaining people left the lounge with various excuses.

At this point, the entire hall was empty since the third minute of Joshua's arrival in the lounge.

“…Didn’t I bring magical equipment?”

Looking at the empty lounge, Joshua was silent for a while, then frowned, turned his head helplessly, and said to Ying and Lin: "The effect of the mist pocket watch is very strong. Before, we were on the commercial avenue, those passers-by did not notice the pressure on me, but why did anyone be so nervous and wary of me when they arrived in Morley Palace?"

"...Probably because, master, you were just passing by before, so those passers-by naturally didn't have time to notice the pressure on you..."

Rin thought for a while and said with some uncertainty: "And the nobles and mages just now all saw your face, and they all knew your identity, so they focused on you... Because of this reason, the effect of the fog pocket watch has weakened?"

After hearing Rin's guess, Joshua nodded slightly, but before he could speak, another voice came from a corner of the room: "A good explanation, but it didn't mean the fundamentals."

A tall figure stood out from the corner that was previously covered by bookshelf. His voice was low and clear: "No matter how a beast reduces its presence, it is a beast. You cannot expect people not to fear the lurking night leopard and the half-sleeping lion."

"Not to mention you, Joshua van Radcliffe, a man who claims to be able to kill demons with bare hands."
Chapter completed!