Chapter 219 Private Library

Vasa closed the door, looked up at the ceiling on the first floor, and shouted an elf spell representing light in a clear voice.

"Anar!"

The chandelier hanging from the ceiling glowed brighter and brighter.

Twelve candlesticks blessed with "Immortal Flame" were awakened at the same time, and the radiance emitted illuminated the spacious hall.

With the help of magic lighting, Joan saw two large and thick oak desks lined up in the middle of the hall, surrounded by four armchairs, which looked like a study room.

When his gaze moved across the desk to the opposite side, surprise overflowed in his eyes.

In front of the wall facing the hall, five tall bookcases were erected, and books were neatly stacked on the bookshelves.

At a glance, the total number of volumes is no less than two or three thousand.

"This house is my family library."

There was a hint of pride in George Vassar's words.

"The wealth of our Vassar family is not ranked high in Alfheim, but when it comes to collecting books, it is another matter. Even those large planters with tens of thousands of acres of land rarely Those who build a private library, let alone collect more than two thousand books."

Joan was stunned when he heard that.

In Port Leiden, the public library funded by the municipal council has a collection of only 5,000 volumes.

The Vassars were not considered wealthy, but they had a private collection of no less than two thousand volumes, which was indeed something to be proud of.

"Mr. Vasa... You spent a lot of money collecting these books, didn't you?"

As soon as Qiao An said it, she regretted it, feeling that she had asked a stupid question that was both boring and philistine.

Major Vassar didn't mind, and replied seriously: "I didn't collect these books. To be honest, I'm not a person who loves reading... Sigh, I'm really sorry for my father and brother who passed away."

Joan listened to him tell about the origin of this private library, only to learn that most of the books in the collection are the legacy left by his deceased father and elder brother.

Vasa's father was an avid reader and spent most of his savings on books throughout his life.

Vasa's eldest brother, not only inherited his father's book collection habit, but also a young scholar who graduated from Midgard University, and has been spared no effort to add bricks and tiles to the family library. The academic and political circles at that time regarded Vassar's elder brother as a promising "star of tomorrow".

It's a pity that the Vasa family was cursed or had a short-lived gene. Vasa's father passed away when he was less than fifty years old, and Vasa's elder brother died when he was less than 30 years old. George Vasa Sa has thus become the third-generation manager of the library.

"There are five bookcases in the hall on the first floor, and six bookcases on the second floor. There are more than 2,200 books in total, including works on history, geography, theology, philosophy, mathematics, and alchemy. There are also some knowledge books, if you are interested, you can look it up yourself."

George Vasala opened a desk drawer, filled with wooden cards.

Like the Leiden College library, each card corresponds to a book, with the title, author and brief introduction written on the front, and which row of the shelf the book is stored on is marked on the back for easy reference.

"Mr. Vasa... If you need a librarian, I am happy to serve you for free." Joan stammered out of excitement.

George Vassar smiled and handed him the key to the library door.

"Joan, I know you are a child who loves knowledge and books very much. Unfortunately, the library of Leiden College is too cruel to poor students. I am afraid you don't have enough gold coins to rent books you are interested in. Although my collection of books is far away It’s not as rich as the college’s library, but it’s enough for you to look at it for a year or two, and you don’t need to spend a copper coin, I’ll give you this key, and you are welcome to come and visit us anytime.”

Major Vassar pointed to the ceiling above his head, and continued: "The layout of the second floor is similar to that of the first floor, the difference is that there is no writing desk, surrounded by bookshelves is a coffee table and a foldable sofa, which becomes a simple Bed, if you are tired from reading here, you can go upstairs to take a nap, or you can just stay here on weekends, if you need refreshment, just ring the bell, and the servant will bring it to you."

"This... how dare you take it, you are too kind to me!" Qiao An couldn't help but her eyes turned red.

"You don't need to be polite to me, just sit down and talk."

Major Vassar sat down across from the desk, took out a tobacco packet and a pipe from his coat pocket, and said thoughtfully:

"Alfheim is not a peaceful world. One day I will return to the barracks. I am afraid that I will not be able to find time to take care of this library in the future. It is better to hand over the books that my father and brother have loved all their lives. Giving it to a young man like you who is eager to learn, it can be regarded as the best use of everything."

He lit his pipe and took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a cloud of light blue mist. He seemed to suddenly remember something, patted his forehead, put down his pipe and jumped up, walked quickly to the corner bookshelf, tiptoed from the top of the bookshelf Pulled out a scroll full of dust, turned around and handed it to Joan.

Joan took the slightly yellowed sheepskin scroll, and immediately sensed a hint of magical power, and guessed that it was an arcane scroll without opening it.

"This is a 6-ring 'Trigger Spell' scroll, which was collected by my elder brother before his death. I can't cast arcane spells myself, so it's useless to keep this scroll. Why don't I give it to you, even if it's a reward for helping you eliminate the pests in the pasture. .”

Joan was too excited to speak, so he could only bow deeply to George Vassar to express his gratitude, and the hand holding the scroll couldn't help trembling slightly.

In his life, he had never seen any magic with a level of 6, let alone a 6-level arcane scroll. Even among the 6-ring arcane arts, "triggering" is known for its rarity and magic.

This spell itself has no fixed function. Its function is to be able to link with other spells, so that the latter is in a "to-be-activated" state, and will not be automatically activated until the pre-set conditions are met when the "trigger" is cast.

For example, high-level mages often apply the "trigger technique" and "teleportation technique" to themselves. When they are seriously injured or accidentally attacked, the "trigger technique" will be activated automatically, and the "transportation technique" will be activated synchronously. I am teleported to a safe place hundreds of miles away, so as to escape from danger and save my life.

Of course, "triggering" is not all spells can be linked. The cooperating spells usually cannot exceed the 6th ring, otherwise it will be invalid because it exceeds the upper limit of the magic power level of the triggering technique.

If you must link spells above level 6, you can only use the "advanced trigger" at level 9 or the more powerful "legendary trigger".

With Joan's current knowledge reserve and mage level, he still can't fully understand the mystery of "triggering", but this does not prevent him from copying this precious 6-ring arcane spell into his spell book as a reserve for future study.

Thanks to the book friends for the rewards this week: tce, 500 starting coins; MrSai, 100 starting coins