550: Chapter 519: Precious Solitary To Collection Room (3/3) 550: Chapter 519: Precious Solitary To Collection Room (3/3) The Precious Solitary To Collection Room, as the na implies, needs no further explanation.
Those that are collected here are, for the most part, quite important historical originals, or so Spirit Energy Tos that have a special structure and cannot be fully replicated.
In terms of the phrases used during the Lost Epoch, these would probably be called magic books, or magic guidebooks—in short, what’s truly important about these books is not their content, but the peculiar Spirit Energy attached to them.
In theory, Ian could also visit the Precious Solitary To Collection Room.
He had the access pass and a letter of introduction from an Alchemy Master; staying for a brief half hour was completely no issue, not to ntion he had directly scanned with the Silver Chip.
But to rush to this place on his first visit to The Grand Library would have been sowhat overly eager.
Ian had the patience to take it slow, to achieve his goals without arousing any suspicion or undue attention.
Ultimately, he was the type of person who would list out a plan and follow it step by step, adjusting according to unforeseen circumstances.
However, occasionally he would encounter so unexpected changes that were too significant to ignore.
For example, encountering Count Phoenix.
“So it turns out you are the honorary curator of The Grand Library, Lord Count,”
On the way to the room that held the treasures, Ian discovered from Count Phoenix’s boastful ramblings—though he was actually speaking the truth, at most reminiscing the turbulent years of his past, but with his tone, it sounded like bragging—about his rise in rank after the Dark Moon upheaval.
As a reward for defending The Grand Library, the old man was directly promoted by the Guardian to be the Chief of the Bureau of Ancient Docunts and History that year, responsible for the preservation and managent of all related docunts in the Imperial Capital.
Later, having perfectly completed related work tasks, and sohow, from the ruins of various major obliterated Nobles’ dwellings, he gathered a large collection of rare books.
Axel then appointed Count Phoenix to concurrently hold the positions of The Grand Library’s curator and the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Truth.
As a Deputy Minister of the Empire, especially one of such a heavyweight departnt like the Ministry of Truth, Count Phoenix was a truly important official in the Imperial Capital.
But obviously, this was as far as he could go.
The Count could no longer advance his career further rely with his words.
Nevertheless, he had reached the pinnacle for a technician; beyond that lay the realm of political compromise and power struggles.
While the Kishineff Family had the necessary background, the family mbers all seed to lack a bit of ambition in their character.
Now, as Count Phoenix gradually grew older, although he still maintained his peak condition, he had stepped down of his own accord.
Apart from retaining an honorary position as a curator, he essentially held no official title anymore—but no one idle would dare to provoke the elderly Earl of the Kishineff Family.
It was exactly due to this, that Ian could be brought by the other party to the Precious Solitary To Collection Room…
This place housed all the precious solitary tos that Count Phoenix had protected during the Dark Moon upheaval, the crystallized pride of his life.
In other words, whenever Count Phoenix t a younger person he was slightly impressed by, he would bring them here to boast about himself.
Ian, of course, was very cooperative, and his admiration for the Count’s great achievents was one hundred percent sincere.
This was no act; he truly recognized the feats accomplished by the other party as grand.
In Ian’s description, Count Phoenix was nothing short of the savior of the academic world in the Imperial Capital, the preserver of Human civilization, the guardian saint of all books and libraries.
Even the old Earl, who originally intended to enjoy an evening of flattery, felt it was a bit too much and couldn’t help but cough a couple of tis, calling for a halt.
“Enough, enough, that’s really too much.
I am not that great,”
The elderly Earl waved his hand, but even Frost Butterfly could see the corners of his lips rising in joy: “Let’s take a look at these books—although many of their contents have lost value over ti, becoming ancient relics surpassed by modern alchemy, sotis ancient knowledge still holds value.
Its significance lies in proving the paths we’ve walked in the past.”
“I’ve always believed that even the most insignificant book deserves respect, for it represents what the author says to all future readers.
Of course, books that show no respect for readers, those that are hastily written and full of nonsense, can be discounted.
Respect is mutual.”
Even the frequently outspoken Count Phoenix, when it ca to things he loved, spoke with seriousness which made Ian nod in agreent.
And then, Ian began to look around the collection room, which was neither large nor small.
In a cursory glance, the Precious Solitary To Collection Room appeared rather plain, but upon closer inspection, one could see that each book was secured in its place by solidified Inscriptions.
Without the corresponding Inscription Key, not even the power of one at the Second Energy Level Peak could destroy even a speck of wood chips here.
On the ground, there was a thick, beautifully patterned, handwoven carpet.
But if one really thought it was just an ordinary carpet, they would be mistaken.
Foresight View inford Ian that this object was a Second Energy Level spirit creation nad ‘Rage of the Fluff.’ Should anyone attempt destructive actions here, this spirit creation would co to life, transforming into an incredibly tough prison, binding the destroyer in place.
Similar protective asures could be found everywhere—from the bookshelves, to the transparent glass cases, to the lights overhead, all had their mysteries.
But what truly drew one’s attention were the books themselves.
“‘Legends of the Seven Sages,’ an ancient handwritten manuscript recording thirty-two major disasters from The Lost Age?
‘Abyssal Sacrificial Text,’ what a peculiar thing…
Oh, a manual for communicating with the Domain of Void…
‘Erald Records’!
The most ancient alchemy to’s imprint!
Ah ha!
‘Legends of the Seven Sages’ and ‘Annals of the Crucible’!
If I rember correctly, these should be so of the earliest praises for Prophets and disaster prophecies!”
With just a glance, Ian discovered many invaluable, solitary ancient books.
Even he had heard of them, but had never seen a single word or docunt of them before.
So contained re mythological legends or records of ancient docunts, while others, such as the Abyssal Sacrificial Text, gave Ian a sense of the Domain of Void…
It was indeed a kind of spirit writing that could communicate with the Domain of Void.
With it, even an ordinary person could descend into the Domain of Void through various rituals.
Whether they could co out alive from the Domain of Void, that was another matter entirely.
For the forr, Ian had only to touch the book a bit, and the powerful energy of the Silver Chip would replicate all of its text.
But for the latter, which were much more dangerous and exceedingly mysterious, even if Ian touched them or even took one out to flip through with Count Phoenix’s permission, he could not imprint their spirit energy, only able to replicate the ordinary text.
Even so, it filled Ian with elation—this was truly a significant harvest!
Although these treasured tos contained nothing of ‘technical information’ of value, for soone like him who had everything except ‘historical and arcane information,’ the gains were arguably the pinnacle of his ti since arriving at the Imperial Capital.
Not to ntion, among other things, the most important descriptions of ‘descending into the Abyss’ in the Abyssal Sacrificial Text, which were aningless to Ian, yet it contained over a thousand years of research process by all the researchers related to the Lost Age until four hundred years ago.
The experience of their research and the ‘mistakes’ they had made were more aningful than the final correct answer!
But what shocked Ian the most was a book in the middle of the bookshelf that looked unremarkable at first glance.
“‘Book of Silver Radiance’?”
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