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The section in the library where only the historical books were kept which is not related to their academic books but not everyone was allowed to enter in that section of the library Ron and went to the librarian and ask for the permission to enter in that section. the librarian set if you want to enter in the in that section you have to take a pass morning sad OK then make a pass for me librarian set it is not for free you have to pay 10 dollar for it Ronin put his hand in his pocket and instantly give ten dollars to the librarian and librarian give him the pass for that section. good morning to get pass and into that section he started searching all the books it was all historical boo

After he was gone, Liana asks me whether I had any specific book in mind, and when I mentioned mages, she guided me to the last aisle. “This is the only section we have,” she murmurs, sounding almost apologetic. I plaster a small smile in reply. The library is more like a storeroom for books than anything else. It’s not big enough to fit all the books, so some are lying unattended, stacked on top of each other. She goes back to her desk while I scan the spines starting from the topmost shelf. I feel smug at seeing the not-so-good conditions of the books. Our library has red-bound books. One title catches my attention. I tip-toe and take it out.

“This is incredible.” He rushed toward the nearest shelf, running his fingers along the edges of the books. He pulled one out, he blinked, stunned, and reached for another, and another. They were all books about law. His department. His world. Arden turned around abruptly to face Ryder, still holding one of the books. “Is this… is this your library?” Ryder cleared his throat and looked to the side, sliding his hands into his pockets. “It’s yours.” Arden blinked. “Mine? Why?”

Danger. I turned. And there she was. The librarian. Standing at the door, her frail frame outlined by the torchlight. Her eyes wide, mouth parted in shock. I stiffened, caught mid-theft like a pup with blood on his muzzle. “Well,” I said dryly, closing the book with exaggerated calm. “This is awkward.” Her lips trembled. “W-who are you? What are you doing...” I lifted a hand. “Shhh. I’m the friendly neighborhood bookworm. Here to… improve my literacy.”

Knowledge is power, as they say, and that's what I am aiming for — an upper hand through all these macabre shits. When all of the books finished stamping and it was then encoded through a big ancient looking book, I planned to immediately leave in my stand. Yet, as I was about to took off the last book in her hand, the librarian tightened her grip on the worn leather binding. I frowned, puzzled by her reluctance to release the tome.

I added, and he nodded slowly. “That’s right.” He uttered sadly. “Let’s change the topic. Will I be able to find books related to politics and royalty in the library?” I asked. “Yes, of course. It’s a library. There’s a particular book titled ‘How to be a Successful King’. I think it’s Lucian’s favorite.” He answered, and I raised my eyebrows. “So he gets it from a book?” “Well, he’s naturally intelligent, so the book doesn’t do as much as you think it does.” He told me.

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“They’ve scrubbed the house clean of anything that smells like the past.” Lira leaned against the bedpost, a devious glint in her eyes. “Well... the main library has the 'official' history books, which are probably ninety percent propaganda,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “But if the books are useless, we go to the source. The living libraries.” I arched an eyebrow, my interest piqued. “The living libraries?”

I leaned forward, but the librarian was still unaware of his immediate environment or my presence. I knew I had to trade a very good book for what I was about to do, but it should be worth it. I pulled out a book I had taken a while back from the library without returning it. “It was so good not to” would be my defense if asked. I held the book in my dominant hand, with the cover facing the librarian. Certain that I was in his line of focus, I traced a small circle on the cover with my index finger. I thought the drawing of a sleeping moon would help in my case.