Philosopher Book Maplestory นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Her best friend disappears, and then she’s given a position women in this place would sell their teeth for? I think there’s something more to it.” Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of her break. Seren stood up and tucked the book back under his arm. “I should return this before someone decides I’ve stolen a great work of philosophy.” “Is it?” she asked, nodding toward the book. “Mostly long words about trade routes,” he said. “But who knows? Maybe buried in here is someone else’s secret.” She snorted. “If you find any, come tell me.” “I’ll do my best,” he said, and they went their separate ways in opposite directions.

I took a deep breath feeling thankful he left before anyone saw. “Oh yeah you were looking for slug’s right.” He walked back over to me, handing me a book and walking back off without another word. I fumble with the catch about to drop the book “The Ultimate Guide to Slugology.” I dragged my hand over the slimy, brittle cover shocked on how he even knew but on the inside I smirked. Pondering how he knew I was searching for it, he probably had Strange Magic too but… wouldn’t he need it as well.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

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"It seems like you and Rosy have gotten very attached to this man." Maple shrugged. "He's nice." "What exactly do you two even talk about?" I asked. "Tell me." Maple's face lit up the way it did when someone asked him to talk about something he had been waiting to talk about. "Okay so the first time in the library he helped us find a help desk and he was very nice and he didn't talk to us like we were small. And then on the bench he asked about my dragon book and I told him the whole story and he actually listened to all of it. And then I told him" He paused.

Glancing back to the photo, I gasped, “You’re Marcus Aurelius? No, no, no, it can’t be him.” I refused to believe that the Blood Eagle King was Marcus Aurelius. I read so much about him. He was the last great ruler when Rome was in its Golden Age. I went to the bookshelf on my left. The books were mostly about Romans. There were different ones like Sun Tzu’s Art of War and Machiavelli’s The Prince. There was also a book, Meditations, written by Marcus Aurelius himself. “I could really use your wisdom for my crappy life.”

“Now, now, now, let’s play the game.” Dropping the book as it places open onto the floor. The brilliant and distinct ruby red color picture of somewhat like a crystal is shown. A crystal you might think at first glance and might tell that it is one precious stone anyone would want to have for themselves, but in reality, and within the context and words of the book, it tells otherwise. For the thing that is much more important than anything in the world is that one precious stone, called. “The Philosopher’s stone.”

She imagined what it would feel like on the other parts of her body again. "Sil? Sil?" She snapped out of her thoughts though it took a little shake. "Penny for your thoughts". She smiled. "It wasn't something serious. Just random thoughts". "And you don't want to talk about it? Is it about the chimera?" He peered into her eyes. "No, no my love it isn't. I'm fine. What were you saying?" "Master Arcus left me a book, Magix of death and life." Sil looked at him wide eyed. "Isn't that the book about Necromancy?"

Why was he so nice? King Alexander clearing his throat in a warning had me scrambling to open up the book to the tab he had set. I froze as I read the first paragraph before reading it outloud. This definitely didn't seem right. "This book is only for your eyes but unfortunately you are high. Your mind is no longer sane and to give you the contents of this page will cause pain. Come back when you are sober to see the map that leads to a world full of happiness and secrets you may need to keep the peace and protect it from thee." I read it out loud, confused about what it even meant.

“Can I borrow this?” “‘Borrow’,” he echoed. “What’s mine is now yours, Liz.” Now, perversely, I wanted to cry, not just at the use of my preferred name but because I was touched. Alpha wolves don’t share, period. “Another time, maybe,” I said, returning the dusty volume to the shelf. Philosophy had its place but I was more in need of ancient lore, especially the kind of book which offered up advice on how to deal with a sorceress. Surely he had an arcane guide? Though it wouldn’t be sitting alongside Plato.