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com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

Melinda's and Kieran's sharp, piercing eyes, scanned the endless rows of books. Zora led them around the library, pointing out the different sections and genres. There were books on philosophy, science, art, and history, each one meticulously cataloged and arranged on the shelves. The titles were written in elegant calligraphy, and the bindings were richly adorned with gold leaf and embossed lettering. Kieran and Melinda were overwhelmed by the sheer size of the collection, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer amount of knowledge that was contained within these walls.

“How will this help us though? Do you separate your books by color?” Uncle Luc chuckles. “No, but my books are organized by subjects. So we just look at all of the green books in the magical spells section.” A grin spreads across his face. The page in Uncle Luc’s hand begins to glow as starts to chant the words written on the page. “Pone omnia in locum suum.” Books begin to fly through the air, moving onto shelves as more books go flying off the shelves, headed to their designated locations. Within a minute the tables, floor, and shelves are all cleared of clutter, with each book back in its rightful place.

But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored, I found it. No title on the spine. I pulled it free and opened the cover. “ A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation,” I read out loud to myself. Great War. The same war, Mye had mentioned. I carried the book to the chair by the dead fireplace and sat down. The first section was bureaucratic—council minutes, resource allocations, the dry language of people building something terrible and calling it policy. I moved through it quickly, scanning for substance.

I noticed all the different categories and different sections the books were placed in. With ease, Agatha found each book and I held out my arms as she gathered the books into them. Some of the titles were written in languages I couldn’t read, and some were just… absurd. ‘Werebear physiology’, ‘Werebear magic rituals’, ‘Werebear sexua’-nope not reading it. Just shuffle forward behind the nice kind lady. She stacked a few books labeled ‘Werebear history’ and ‘Werebear proper stamina management’, into my arms, before leading me somewhere else.

The group exchanged awestruck glances, their faces reflecting their delight and anticipation. As they settled into the plush seats, the manager presented them with a majestic leather-bound book, adorned with gold filigree and a subtle scent of luxury. "Your menu, esteemed guests," he announced, his voice low and reverent. The book's thick pages rustled as they opened it, revealing a culinary journey through the world's most exotic flavors and rarest ingredients. Each dish was described in poetic detail, accompanied by stunning images that seemed to leap off the page. The aroma of fine paper and ink wafted up, teasing their senses and building their anticipation.

She exclaimed while running behind the old man to keep up with him. "M-Miss!" The two maids exchanged glances as they trembled with the thought that something bad might happen to their Lady. Meanwhile, just a floor above them, the old man opened a safe from the uppermost shelf. Anyone would notice how he carefully placed all the books about mana inside that big safe, but he didn't use any keys to open it, somehow it seemed like he had been taking books in and out of the safe. "Here are the books you want." He said, putting down all the books on the table beside the window.

It was utterly breathtaking. After sitting and watching the view for a few moments, I decided to explore the books. My finger ran lazily along the moulded wooden shelves, reading the titles of the books to see if I recognized any. Many were antiques, some Italian and some English. There was a small section on cooking, a larger section on gardening and an even larger section on romance novels. I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room.

Books about management were boring, so not many people cared for them. Caroline and Gwen pushed a cart down the aisles and quickly gathered most of the books on the list. There was only one last book that they couldn't find, no matter what. It was titled "The Essence of Management." Gwen said, "I'll try and look for it on the computer up front." "Alright," Caroline said. She stayed and kept looking. But after another round of searching, she still couldn't find it. When she turned around, she inadvertently saw Adrian.

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.