The Law of the Silent Gentleman

At the same time, Akton City.

Acton University, which is well-known at home and abroad, is located in the western suburbs of the city. A long time ago, there was a library built by the elves. When the catastrophe came, the ancient people took part of the books and left on the "black crane boat", but more books stayed where they were. Hundreds of years later, when new humans migrated to this area and opened the dusty library for the first time, they were surprised to find that the books in it were intact. The words in the book can no longer be deciphered, but people at that time knew how to respect the heritage of the ancients, and believed that one day they would be able to decipher the mysteries in the book. They expanded a new building next to the old library to store books written in human characters, and later built ten continuous buildings of various sizes around the new building, which eventually became the prototype of Akerdon University. Not long after, a stele was unearthed that recorded the same passage in Elvish, Dwarf and Dragonic ancient languages, which became a golden key to deciphering ancient texts. Scholars from all over the world gathered here, and a city-state was built near the university. There is a trope in Akertown: "He is always dependent on someone, as the city is to the university."

The University's old library, the building where the ancient elf books are kept, is strictly guarded, and only a few scholars and excellent scribes who have been approved by the committee are entitled to enter, and no one can Take the library books with you.

Constantia took out an iron plate with her name cast on it from her arms, and handed it to the library guard for verification. The guard nodded, smiled at her, and let her in. Constanzia has short brown hair, wears an Akton-style robe, and wears silk gloves that reach her upper arms on her hands. From a distance, she looks like a lively teenager. She is young, but she has made a lot of achievements in dragon research, so she was appreciated by the committee and was able to enter the old library to study classics. Her elder brother Giannis is also a dragon researcher like her. They both studied under the same mentor, but they studied in different directions. Some time ago, Yannis discovered that there might be traces of dragons in a certain area of ​​Lorran, so he set off to investigate, but there is no news so far. Constantia was often worried about him.

She walked through the scriptorium. Scribes waved their quills, transcribed those ancient books onto brand new paper, and bound them. The rustling of the quill against the paper was the main theme of the scriptorium. A few scribes glanced up at her, but many more went about their work in silence.

Constantia went up to the second floor and opened the door of a reading room. In the center of the reading room is a large stone table, enough for twenty people to lie side by side on it. A corner of the table has been occupied, and a middle-aged woman is buried in the pile of books, adding a line of text to the notebook from time to time. She wore tortoiseshell-rimmed crystal glasses and her long hair was pulled back in a bun.

"Teacher." Constantia greeted happily.

"You're here." The middle-aged woman didn't raise her head, "Just in time, I found a new book, which is the diary of an elf priest, which records the situation of the 'Black Crane Boat', which may help us Judging the specific years of "Dragon Clan's Advent" and "Ancient People's Displacement". Please help me translate these materials. I think astronomy is helpful for our research. The book records two very strange astronomical phenomena. It's a pity that the professor of astronomy Let's go together...Konstanzia?" She raised her head, "Why don't you talk?"

"It's nothing, I... I just thought, if only Giannis was here, no one is better at translating ancient texts."

The middle-aged woman took off her tortoiseshell glasses. "You're thinking about Giannis again. Don't worry, he's hired several skilled guards, nothing will go wrong."

"But he hasn't written back for a long time! At first he sent letters every week, but now..."

The middle-aged woman pondered. "Well... Thinking about it better, maybe he has already penetrated into the ruins, the journey is far away, and communication is inconvenient, so he didn't write a letter."

"It would be great if that's the case, I'm afraid..."

Boom boom boom. There was a knock on the door of the reading room. The middle-aged woman said loudly, "Please come in!"

A doorman opened the door, bowed slightly to the middle-aged woman, and then nodded to Constanzia: "Dear Ms. Theodora, Ms. Constanzia. There is a young man asking to see you."

"See me?" Theodora frowned.

"No, to see Miss Constanzia."

"Me?" Constantia felt baffled, could it be a suitor? She has never been interested in love, and she rejects all those who pursue her in the university. Over time, she has the nickname "Iceberg Constantia". She couldn't think of anyone who would make fun of himself. "What did he see me for? I'm busy."

"He calls himself Antoine, from Lorjean, and brings news of your brother."

Constantia exchanged a glance with the teacher.

"Quick! Take me to see him!"

After the two ladies left with the guard, the reading room was empty. Not long after, a dark shadow floated into the reading room and condensed into a human shape. It was a man in a heavy black robe, with a hood and no face visible. He walked to Lady Theodora's seat and picked up from the table the ancient volume she had been reading. The man in black only glanced at the words that were difficult for scholars to decipher.

"...So we prayed to the gods, and the gods sent a black ship that could soar into the sky, called the 'Black Crane Boat'."

"On that day, the morning star was covered by a comet, and after two sunrises in the morning, the 'Black Crane Boat' finally arrived. Each boat was equipped with a key with different shapes, and only the priest who held the key could start it 'The Black Crane Boat'..."

After reading the text in the book, the man in black clenched the ring on his right ring finger, "The key...is still in my hand, which means that at least one 'Black Crane Boat' failed to set sail...it is still on the ground ! There is hope! There is hope!"

He picked up the book, flipped through it quickly, and hungrily wrote down the contents. At this time, a scribe pushed open the door of the reading room. He finished copying a book and was about to return the original.

"Ah! You!" The scribe stared at the man in black in shock, "Who are you? How could you break in without authorization!"

The man in black raised his head, and the hood slipped off unexpectedly, revealing his true face: his complexion was fair, like fine porcelain; Strangely, his ears are pointed and long, obviously not human.

"Shh." The man in black raised a finger and silently read a sentence that the scribe could not understand. The scribe's eyes straightened immediately, and he stood there in a daze. The man in black put down the book, turned into a cloud of black mist, and quietly slipped out of the reading room. After a while, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Lady Theodora and an older male scholar ascended the stairs.

"It's so tragic, ma'am, please do mourn!" said the male scholar. "What a good boy Iannis is, what an accident! Miss Constanzia is so pitiful. I remember that the siblings lost their parents when they were young. And now her brother..."

"Ah, stop talking, my friend, stop talking, and leave me alone." Theodora wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

"Of course, if you need it, just ask, I... well, I'm going to report this to the committee, there must be a mourning ceremony for Giannis..."

The two noticed the scribe standing blankly at the door of the reading room.

"Alexander, what are you doing?"

The scribe jumped up in fright: "I, I, I... I don't know... I... I seem to have fallen asleep! Strange, I just came to return the books, why..."

"Don't tire yourself too much, alas, young man, take good care of your body..."

The scribe put the book back in its place and left inexplicably. What the **** happened just now? How could he not remember at all?

Volume 4 The Arrow of Vengeance