Chapter 881: Ancient Book Fragments

Since the coronation of His Majesty Gawain, the whole country has become a whole again, and the Government Affairs Office has issued an order:

Conduct a comprehensive sorting of all book files in the country, and carry out protective restoration of all knowledge.

The significance of this work is to sort out the technical materials scattered in the human world since the pioneering years, so as to curb the impact of the technological ageing of human civilization; it is to protect historical evidence and records of various regions of the Old Kingdom, in order to put an end to the old It records the chaotic, mixed and distorted situation of history and legends; it is to collect and organize the books of all the churches, to further integrate and transform the religious forces in the empire, and to weaken and eliminate the intellectual monopoly of the missionary class.

There are countless scholars, priests, and clerical staff devoted to this cause that may affect the empire for the next hundred years, and unlike those vigorous engineering projects that attract countless attention, their work is low-key and boring:

Endless entanglement with stale ancient books, sorting out the case files in a large number of repeated, fragmented and even contradictory texts, moldy ancient books and dusty long scrolls, some of which are from ancient Gondor. The powerful technology of the age, some of which are just rude words handwritten by some poor noble poet, and all these things are submerged in the piles of old papers all over the country, in the court battles, the church battles and the lord wars. Worn beyond recognition, almost forgotten.

Hundreds of years of civilizational decline and chaotic medieval aristocracy have destroyed so much, and so much treasure has been dusted in the process.

As one of the participants in this undertaking, Seven Terry's work actually started earlier: as early as after Luan City was taken over by the Cecil family, he was here and these years spanned several centuries. dealing with books.

As the headquarters of the Southern Holy Light Church in the past, Lu'an City was the largest cultural center and "knowledge hub" in the southern border at that time. The priests who monopolized theocracy and a large amount of knowledge continued to collect books from all over the southern border to the large and small books of this church city. In the museum, they have been doing this for a hundred years since the Second Dynasty—in the age when books were equal to treasure, this was something that almost every noble and church would do.

The tireless "looting" behavior of the missionaries in the old times led to the further decline of other areas in the South, but on the other hand, Seven Terry had to admit: it was this greedy looting and collecting that led to the Under the chaotic and declining environment of the Southern Territory, many precious classics were preserved.

Seven Terry stopped in front of a towering bookshelf. He raised his head, his eyes swept between the tomes with deep covers, and gradually moved upwards until they reached the solemn and heavy stone dome. .

This is the last library in Lu'an City that has not yet been archived. Most of the books stored here are manuscripts collected from various eras and "Books of Unbelief" that have nothing to do with the teachings of the Holy Light.

Similar books are not valued in this city, so the preservation conditions are also relatively poor. The ancient magic circle used to filter the air in the library works like a broken bellows, and each bookshelf is used to delay the books from becoming moldy and weathering. The blessing effect of the book was also incomplete, and many precious materials that could have been preserved were slowly turned into wreckage in an environment that did not see the sun. In order to rescue these precious books, the best book repairers and scribes in the Luan area , Grammar scholars are all brought together, and even so, the progress of the work here is still the slowest.

Fortunately, every day progresses, more and more precious materials have been discovered and repaired, or transcribed, copied or stored in new media before they are completely destroyed.

At this moment, a church attendant in a short gray robe walked quickly from the side and bowed his head respectfully in front of Seven Terry: "Archbishop, we found a book that looks a little strange."

Archbishop, a new title after the reorganization of the church, used to replace the previous cardinal or archbishop of the diocese. Seven Terry never imagined that he would one day sit in such a position, but considering the bishops of St. Sunil With all the martyrs in one day, the expulsion of most of the bishops in various regions, and the shuffling of the clergy at the middle and above levels in the southern diocese, he, a highly qualified and sufficiently advanced priest in Luan City, can be promoted continuously within a few years. The Archbishop is also helpless.

"Some strange books?" Seven frowned, "Take me to see."

A book was spread out on the workbench between the bookshelves. The dust and mildew on the surface had been cleaned. The smell of some kind of alchemy potion wafted in the air, and there were neat potion bottles, copying Utensils and tools for restoring ancient books, such as scrapers, dental plates, parchment, etc., make the book on the table look like a corpse to be dissected - surrounded by autopsy tools, while tinkers and scribes are Wait for this corpse to tell its secrets.

Seven Terry shook his head and threw the rambling thoughts out of his head. After confirming the condition of the book with the tinker next to him, he sat down, carefully opened the page, and asked the person next to him, "What's the matter? Find?"

"This is a pieced together book - the collectors seem to be unaware of the complex and profound origins behind it, but treat it roughly like a country biography, rudely combining several irrelevant fragments into one, "A gray-haired scholar stood by and said, "We only noticed a few wild gossips at the beginning of it and the notes made by a despicable nobleman on the page, and almost missed the things behind it..."

Roughly put together books - Seven Terry is no stranger to situations like this. The poor nobles in the remote areas would do this. They themselves are not much smarter than the farmers in the fields, but they have to maintain their noble dignity and "wisdom image", and collect and organize those fragments of books that have not been passed down. One of the means of one's own knowledge and aristocratic heritage - however, the real repair work of fragments is something that only knowledgeable scholars can do. What those ignorant guys can do is to look at some things that they don't even see. It's just a piece of jumbled books that I understand.

The archbishop shook his head, skipped the boring and strange stories at the beginning, turned the pages back, and the scholar on the side leaned closer, pointing to the corners of some of the pages or the inconspicuous place in the middle of the pages: "You pay attention to these, Here...and here, these patterns..."

"It looks like some kind of coat of arms...shield frame, thorns, frost symbol..." Seventh Terry's brows gradually wrinkled, "It's the coat of arms of the nobles, the upper-class nobles, but the recorder deliberately deformed them. , doesn't seem to intend to reveal his identity. We need a heraldic scholar, or an expert on noble genealogy."

"Mr. Berkron has identified these patterns just now, Your Excellency the Archbishop," the scholar said. "After restoring the patterns in reverse according to the rules of heraldry, we confirmed that this is the emblem of the Northern Wilder family."

"The Duke of the North?" Seven's expression suddenly became serious, "Is this part of the page left by a member of the Wilder family?"

"It's still a relatively core member - professional in heraldry, and qualified to use the family crest at will. In addition, we have also detected faint magic marks in the pages - these parchments are six hundred years old. Now, the magic inside has not completely dissipated, which means that it may even be one of the earliest northern dukes left behind!"

Seven Terry couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice: "Six hundred years?!"

"Yes, we were also surprised by the results of the alchemical reaction identification - it's a miracle that they survived under the condition of poor preservation, but I think this and the magic power that has not completely dissipated in the pages of the book. "Related," the scholar nodded, "but although the pages are generally intact, the handwriting inside is rather worn and defaced. We are trying to fix this."

"...Maybe we need to report this matter, and Duchess Victoria will be interested in it," Seven Terry sighed slightly and nodded, "Can you find out the origin of this book? I'm curious why it ended up here."

"Only a part of it can be found. The collection records here show that this book was donated by a small church in the southeast - it was nearly stolen there, and then the priests of the local church thought it should not be kept in the small church. In the church, it was dedicated to St. Luan Cathedral. Obviously, the book didn't get much attention after it was dedicated."

Seven Terry frowned slightly when he listened to the report of the person beside him.

...

The wind blew past my ears, and the summer sky seemed high and open. A dim shadow jumped at the top of the buildings, and finally stopped on a clock tower in the mage area. In the shadows, it slowly emerged. An amber came out.

The "half-elf" girl sat on the outer edge of the bell tower in a very thrilling attitude to outsiders, enjoying the pleasant wind and overlooking the city with a smile on her face.

She likes the feeling of jumping between the roofs, but the reason is not the "incurable occupational disease" that Gao Wen jokes about on weekdays. What she really likes is the openness and freedom she feels in the process of jumping - the sky is endless and the ears The wind is passing by, this feeling may frighten many people, but it makes Amber enjoy inexplicably at ease.

She hadn't considered whether there was any reason behind this preference, but now that she thinks about it carefully, she thinks it might be because she once lived in a dark, closed, dark place for a long time...

Compared with the monotonous shadow world, this colorful "world" is interesting.

Amber opened her small bag, took out all kinds of snacks she had collected on weekdays, spread it out on the narrow platform on the outer edge of the clock tower, and began to enjoy this rare leisure (fishing) moment.

The avenue leading to Imperial College extended diagonally below her, and you could see all kinds of passers-by on the road.

There are locals in summer clothes, mainly shirts, trousers or simple dresses, there are also foreign visitors dressed in various costumes, ordinary citizens with busy lives, and students in the uniforms of Imperial College - in In the bustling crowd, Amber even saw the gray elves with gray hair and sturdy orcs who looked like children. They spoke various dialects with strange accents and even foreign languages. In this prosperous imperial capital in a foreign country Come and go—for education, for wealth, or just to gain a little more knowledge.

Since last year's series of diplomatic actions achieved results, against the backdrop of more and more economic and cultural exchanges, the once isolated and rigid mainland countries have finally loosened up, and more visitors visit this new era every day. The first cosmopolitan city of China, or visiting several other prosperous cities in the empire, these visitors brought unimaginable benefits to the merchants of the old era, and the benefits... made more people flock to the new era.

Everything works in this cycle.

The Empire's Intelligence Minister and the Supreme Council of Internal Security sat on the tall tower, nibbling on melon seeds and overlooking everything.

"By the way, there are more and more people in this city, and there are some strange land races," a voice suddenly came from behind Amber, "There are so many strange intelligent species on your land..."

Amber was taken aback by the sudden sound, and almost fell off the tower with snacks: "Mom!!"

After finally stabilizing her body, she turned her head and glanced, and she saw Tyre's face poking out from the shadow of the attic where the big clock was placed at the back - and behind it was Miss Kraken's upper body and a large pile of coils. snake tail.

"You scared me to death!!" Amber stared at the deep-sea salted fish in shock. This was one of the few experiences she had as a shadow master who was startled by others suddenly appearing out of nowhere, and even worse It was she who didn't notice that Tyr was behind her before, "What are you doing there!"

"Looking for a place to sleep," Tyre yawned, "Betty was bringing someone to wash and change the water in the pool in my room, so I went out to find a place to sleep..."

"I almost fell," Amber glared at Tyre again, "I tell you, your behavior of taking up public facilities to sleep at random has to be banned by legislation..."

"I don't believe that this height can kill you - last time I saw you jump from the magic energy broadcasting tower in the city center, and 60 times shadow step all the way to the ground, your hair is not messy - that I can fall to my death three times from the height, it's such a tragic one, it shatters on the ground," Tyr said proudly, and then directly ignored Amber's subtle expression, arched forward, and stuck his head out of the clock tower , while looking at the scenery below, he muttered, "It's so lively... We haven't seen such a lively scene in Antavian for a long, long time."

"Antavian... I remember that it is the capital of your sirens," Amber quickly adapted to Tyre's topic rhythm, "Actually, I have always been curious, what kind of society are your sirens?"

Tyre glanced at Amber: "As expected of the Minister of Intelligence, are you trying to collect intelligence?"

"Gossip," Amber rolled his eyelids, "You think too much."

"It doesn't really matter," Tyre said casually, "I can tell you something if you want to hear it."

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