After chatting a few casually, the topic slowly turned to the main business. Shaoko took a sip of wine and said, "Francis, I just asked the head of the city. He said that there is a library in this city. I think we might go there in the afternoon to copy a few second-level magic. If we go back to the imperial capital and copy it, it will take a lot of time."

The female mage's eyes lit up. She was very interested in Shaoke's proposal. "Really? It's great. We'll go there later. I just don't know that the information in this library is incomplete. I'm going to find some information!" The female mage slightly accelerated the speed of stuffing food into her little mouth.

The lunch ended quickly in the conversation between two mages who ignored formal etiquette. Looking at the food left on the dining table, the female mage took out a napkin and gently touched the corner of her mouth, saying regretfully: "Master Xueye, you are really a waste of this. In fact, it's better to keep it in the imperial capital to buy some essential items!"

Shaoko shook his head helplessly, "We won't talk about this, Francis, let's take a break and go. I'll say hello to the head and ask him to prepare us for the carriage as soon as possible."

The two wizards finally rested in their respective rooms for a while, and then prepared all the materials they had to copy. With the help of the hotel manager, they took a carriage to the library of the city.

When Shaoke saw the library in front of him, he felt like he had gone to the wrong place. The so-called library was not big at all and was remote around him. There were only a few pedestrians occasionally passing by here. There were only a few scattered houses around the library. There were no one to clean the snow on the stone roads around him. Fortunately, there were few passers-by here, and the snow did not trample into mud, which gave the wizards a place to settle down.

The female mage got off the carriage and looked blankly for a while. Finally, the two looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and sent the coachman to leave first and pick them up until the evening.

Shaoke stepped forward and took a few steps, carefully observed the somewhat worn wooden door. Feeling a faint magic fluctuation on it. Shaoke carefully felt the fluctuation above, turned his head to the female mage and said, "Francis, we need to leave a unique mark on this before it will be opened. Come and print it together!"

After saying that, Shaoke slowly condensed his mental power, and his hands kept forming one handprint after another with magic injected. Finally, the handprint formed a black ball the size of a fingernail between his hands. However, with the injection of mental power, the ball slowly turned into a faint silver white. Finally, after chanting a special spell, the small silver ball turned into a stream of light and was printed into the magic circle on the gate. Then the female mage did the same thing, and the two were waiting patiently outside the door for the response. They didn't dare to push the door in just like this. Who knew if there was a magic trap on it! And they had not learned the magic to identify the trap yet.

Shaoke felt that after waiting for half a magic outside, the somewhat dilapidated door made a violent magic wave, and then it made a series of squeaking sounds before opening.

The person who opened the door was a gray-haired old mage wearing a first-level mage robe. The other party rubbed his eyes and looked at Shaoke and the others carefully for a while and said, "It's the mark of you two? Come in with me! The director is waiting for you inside!"

Shaoke carefully looked at the old mage in front of him, grabbed the female mage's hand and followed him in; the yard was covered with long bluestone slabs that were the same as those on the courtyard wall, and the snow on the ground was swept out into a winding path. The old mage slowly led the way. The two young mages had to follow slowly and bypassed a corridor. The old mage led them to a slightly higher white stone house, gently knocked on the oak door carved with various strange patterns, and shouted: "Course director, two young mages have come here, do you see if you come out to take a look."

The female mage and Shaoke were both stunned. There was a mage who talked to their curator like this? This made them feel very rude.

"Well! Let them do whatever they should do, don't bother me. By the way, do you two need to rest here? I'll let them clean your room soon." An old voice came from the room, and then a sound of falling things sounded, "You really shouldn't have disturbed me, go and do your business! I'm very busy now and don't have time to talk to you. Damn, ten thousand gold coins are gone... "

While Shaoke was a little stunned, the old mage who led the way turned around and walked slowly, "You two, keep up, don't say hello to that old guy. He is a fifth-level mage with a very weird temper. He doesn't go out at all during the day. He only goes out in a cloak like you at night. He doesn't like people disturbing him at all. He hides in the room all day to experiment with something, and..."

Shaoke listened to the old mage's nagging for a while and then lost the heart. Only the female mage was attentive and listened to the old mage's nagging. The other party looked back and saw this situation several times, and he was even more excited. It seemed that he had been holding it in for a long time and had not spoken.

Shaoke suddenly interrupted the other party and interrupted, "This mage, why is this quiet here? Is there no other mage here? You are the only one taking care of this place?"

"Okay, this is the place where those spells are stored." The old mage took them to a stone house and pointed, "There are no spells on the door, you can go in at any time." The old mage then touched his white hair and sighed, "There are some mages here, but my rank is the lowest, so I need to welcome the mages here. Oh! Even if it is not possible, I can't let me clean up the courtyard, right? Those servants are not allowed to come here. They don't stay here when they are fine. The houses outside are their residences."

Shaoke looked at the mage in front of him again and said, "We don't know what you should call this mage yet! Have you ever been on the battlefield before?"

The old mage's somewhat turbid eyes suddenly lit up, and then darkened, "Yes! I was once a magistrate on the border. After being promoted to a formal wizard, I was assigned to the battlefield by the military part. Finally, I was injured by the mages of the enemy country there, so I became like this... Are you also a magistrate on the border? Haha! I didn't expect that there would be a female mage on the border to go to the difficult border."

The old mage knew that the mage in front of him had something to do, so he said goodbye and left wisely, saying that if there was something, he could go to the cottage next to the door to find him. If he needed to stay here, he could arrange a room for them. Shaoke and his team had decided to go to the hotel in the evening, so they rejected the old mage's proposal.

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Chapter completed!