The City of Marronligar

Every student and scholar who enters the Silver Bay Tower Library for the first time will be curious: Where does such a huge collection of books come from?How many years of accumulation will it take to fill up every library and fill every gap in knowledge with literature?

In my opinion, one of the important responsibilities of the director of the Silver Bay Tower is to be keen to discover any possible sources of literature and collect all these scattered volumes into the library.If you come across a rare solitary copy, you have to spend a lot of money and manpower in order to achieve the perfection of knowledge.

From the palace archives lost after the fall of the dynasty, the religious scriptures treasured in exiled aristocrats’ homes, to the research manuscripts of alchemists, and the ancient manuscripts accidentally acquired by second-hand booksellers...you can almost find different eras in the library of Silver Bay Tower , all traces of different cultures.

——Miscellaneous Notes of Yinwan Tower·The Temple of Knowledge

After stepping out of the tent, Hagrid realized how cold it was outside.He walked outside the camp and saw that the mountains had been covered by the heavy night. If it weren't for those strange auroras, the outline between the sky and the earth would be impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.The wind blowing from the hinterland of Logmar to the sea carries the smell of grass and trees frozen for hundreds of years, which makes people feel uneasy.

After all, this is not Malenliga, and there are no bright or dark lights to illuminate the lives of ordinary people.The last time humans set foot on this land was centuries ago.

During the investigation of the Cataclysm, Hagrid has been trying to understand Samuel's obsession with Logmar.

As a heretic inquisitor serving the order, Hagrid unconsciously connected himself at this moment with the saint Roland.He didn't dare to exalt Roland's realm and reputation, but as far as the task of solving the catastrophe was concerned, they were indeed doing the same thing.The shrine in Marunliga's shrine has been repaired, and as long as the relic is brought back to the order, everything will be fine—probably.

It's just that Hagrid has no way of knowing whether he can pick the heart of stone roses that bloom in clear springs during the difficult journey like Roland did.

Thinking of Samuel's current situation, Hagrid's heart arose again.

"Ah, our Lord Judge doesn't feel too cold to panic when he blows the wind here alone."

Huta's familiar personality has caused him a lot of trouble, and it is not seen that he has any plans to change.I saw him dangling the warm wine bottle, with the other hand tucked in the rolled-up cloak, and he walked to Hagrid's side in a self-contained manner, with the meaning of "appreciating the face and watching the scenery with you".

Seeing that Hagrid didn't respond, Huta asked again: "Where's Samuel, you're not together?"

Only then did Hagrid say, "He's not in good spirits, and he's talking nonsense. I'll let him go to bed first."

Huta blinked: "Do you need me to arrange another tent for you? Our camp is quite big."

"No need. That guy has been sleeping very restlessly recently, and I'm afraid something will happen if I don't watch it."

The relationship between the two was unusual—if Huta hadn't figured it out, all his years as captain, explorer, and diplomat would have been in vain.

So, he just smiled meaningfully and left a step for each other: "That's right, you all came here on the same boat, and you have long been used to taking care of each other. Our camp is not comparable to the temple of Marunliga. If you live in If you’re not used to it, just tell me, but it’s useless.”

Hagrid glanced at Huta, ignoring the steps given by the other party: "What exactly do you want to ask, if you are only interested in the personal grievances between me and Samuel, I will not answer."

"Why do you always get so excited when you mention Samuel?"

"Then don't mention it."

"..." Huta let out a long breath helplessly. "Okay, then let's talk about something else. Did you come to Logmar for private or public reasons?"

Hagrid crossed his arms, and never took his eyes off the vast night in front of him: "It's both for private and public."

Huta nodded knowingly: "I won't ask about the private part. As for your 'official affairs', I have some outrageous opinions. I wonder if you would like to listen to them."

"You said."

"Even if you and Samuel get what you want and welcome the sacred artifact back to the order, I don't think your crisis of faith can be resolved—let me just say it, the decline of the order is inevitable, and it's not something human can do. Twist."

Hagrid said nothing.But Huta knew that the other party's silence was an acknowledgment of his point of view.

"My lord judge, you should know where the crux of the problem lies."

Hagrid nodded slowly: "I know."

It is no longer a catastrophe or a disappearing miracle that makes the church lose its influence, but the hearts of the people.

"In the past, weak and pure-minded people could only rely on the power of the religious order to survive in the cracks of natural disasters, and regarded man-made disasters as part of the catastrophe. But it is different now. Human beings have already tossed themselves enough. Even Without natural disasters, people's hearts cannot return to peace, and this is a problem that your religious order will never be able to solve."

Hagrid had to admit that Huta was telling the truth: "That's right. Our enemy has long since ceased to be the Cataclysm."

— but man himself.

Huta looked at Hagrid, and it was unexpected that he reached a consensus with the other party: "I thought you would criticize me, and it would be no exaggeration to kill me on the spot. You are an unselfish inquisitor of heresy." He used The accent emphasizes the word "heresy".

The judge shook his head: "The so-called 'heretical judge' has long been an empty title for the commander of the police. If all those who do not follow the teachings are labeled as heretics, the entire Kuno Continent will become a place of execution."

Huta smiled: "I probably understand why you got involved with Samuel."

Hagrid immediately showed a defensive attitude: "Why are you bringing him up again?"

"Because you can't get around him. You are from the teacher, and I am here to repay the favor of the Torresso family, and I have a bit of curiosity that can't be changed. What about Samuel? Have you thought about him? Why do you have to come here?"

——I'm afraid even Samuel himself can't answer this question.

Huta turned his neck: "Yes, I knew him earlier than you, and I have heard many rumors over the years, but you should know many things better than me. I am indeed his friend, but I am still a friend in name. An explorer hired by the Torreso family. So even if I want to say something to him, I am not qualified to say it."

Hagrid gave him a serious look: "Actually, you don't support our actions?"

"I didn't say that. After all, all my ships have come here, and Samuel gave me a lot of money." Huta quickly denied. "I just saw Samuel's current appearance...Think about it, Samuel doesn't have any affection for his family. After so many generations of patriarchs, it's not that he is required to complete this mission—"

Hagrid interrupted Huta: "But he has no way out."

Taking a step back, even if the trip to Logmar fails, Hagrid can still return to the cult. Huta also has a warm home called the Beacon. The foundation of the Torreso family will not be shaken, and they will put all their eggs in one basket for this goal. Samuel will have nothing.

——When all this is over, if you and I can leave the ancient temple alive, then you will kill me.

Hagrid remembered Samuel's words.But by then, can he really do it?

"Captain, the first mate is urging you to go!" Chloe stood by the campfire in the middle of the camp and shouted to Huta from a distance.

"Understood, I'll go right away." Huta responded with a hoarse voice. "It seems that I have said too much. All in all, I hope you can keep an eye on Samuel. If something happens to him, Sophia will be very sad."

After all, he shook the wine bottle in his hand in front of Hagrid: "Would you like a sip, Judge?"

Without saying a word, Hagrid stretched out his hand and took the wine bottle over, and drank very crisply.

Huta put his hips on his hips and laughed loudly: "I thought that the members of the sect were all ascetics who don't like drinking and lust."

He turned his head to look at the tent where Samuel was, and the smile on his face sank immediately: "He used us, but why aren't we using him?"

"Adrian, do you know where the 'safest' place in Marunliga is? It's the kind of place where precious things are kept and no one else will touch them."

Louis always likes to ask Adrian questions, first waits for the other party's answer with confidence, and then makes his own explanation based on Adrian's answer.Adrian wasn't used to it at first, so he went with Louis over time, anyway, it would be good to learn something from him.

"Are you making an analogy, or are you really asking?"

"It's not a metaphor."

— This is difficult, but it must not be as simple as barracks and bank vaults.

Adrian could only try the alternative answers one by one: "Prison?"

Louis propped his chin, and commented slowly: "I can only say 'safer'. When I was young, I was imprisoned for some trivial matters, but I was quickly fished out by your uncle. I heard that the southwest corner of the prison is next to the sewer. That’s right, just blow it up and you can get through. Many years ago, a death row inmate escaped from the prison by digging a hole through a crack in the brick.”

"...I don't think I should ask you what happened." Adrian complained in a low voice. "That's the Governor's Mansion? After all, it's the core of Maren Liga, and most people wouldn't dare to do anything wrong."

"No. The governors of all dynasties are very rich. Even if the walls are high and the courtyards are heavily guarded, they will inevitably be targeted by bold people. When Linka was still in this business, she was hired to catch her and sneak into the governor's mansion. thieves."

Adrian was a little discouraged: "It can't be the lair of the Lightless."

Louis couldn't help laughing out: "Why, I'm impatient to guess?" After getting to know Louis well, Adrian's personality has also relaxed a lot, at least he has become more straightforward in front of him. "Let me just say it, it's the library of the Silver Bay Tower."

Adrian's eyes widened - the answer was indeed unexpected and reasonable.

"That makes sense..."

"Except for books, people and 'worthless cultural relics', there is nothing in Yinwan Tower, and the gangsters looking for money don't care about those pieces of paper. As long as they don't catch fire, they are very safe."

Adrian smiled and said to Louis: "You are straight, why do you have to go around such a big detour and tease me for fun?" He naturally knew that Louis just couldn't change his previous habits, so he used this routine to teach him to think from a different angle That's all.

Louis took great advantage of Adrian's natural disposition.He smiled, and then said: "Linka mentioned that day that her last used book business was negotiated with Silver Bay Tower, and the three boxes of books agreed to be delivered should arrive in the warehouse in the next two days. I think those books It was probably caught in this batch of books."

"Would you like to take me with you?"

Louis shook his head: "No, you don't have to go. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for the Torresso family to always show up with me. Besides, the mansion is also quite busy, isn't it 'Young Master'?"

Adrian didn't insist either: "Then it's up to you, master." He put away the saber on the table, and straightened the snake-shaped pendant stuck between the lace and buttons. "I'm going back."

Louis leaned against the window and waved his hands lazily: "Go slowly."

Looking at the spring scenery outside the window, he thought about his old friend who had parted not long ago: I don't know where Linka's ship went?

The afternoon sun pierced through the stained glass dome of Silver Bay Tower, casting a kaleidoscopic pattern of light on the open space around the statue.Patterns of various colors slowly flow on the earth-colored square bricks with the sunlight, adding a layer of lightness to the low-key simplicity of the library.

As long as you walk into the Silver Bay Tower, time seems to slow down.

Several bookshelves nearly one foot high are like thick screens. It is necessary to set up a ladder to remove the books on the top layer.Scholars and seekers in the Silver Bay Tower are busy: either searching the bookshelves according to the listed bibliography, walking lightly; or annotating documents, and the small sounds of turning pages and writing are intertwined into poems; or Gather around the table and have a lively discussion about a certain issue.

"...Therefore, based on the principles of history-making in the late Empire, we can consider that..."

The gray-blue scholar's robes are the same, but with different faces.There are young people who have not lost their childishness, and old people with gray hair.Although they are different in age, background and qualifications, they all have the same light in their eyes, which is the persistent desire for knowledge.

It is also among them that Liz finds the meaning of her life.

The granddaughter of the curator of the Silver Bay Tower also wears a plain gray-blue gown, but her youth, like sunlight through stained glass, makes this sombre attire alive.She skillfully led Louis around crowded places, and briskly walked towards the stairs at the corner of Silver Bay Tower.

"If Uncle Seamus and I didn't trust you, we wouldn't let you into the library." Liz turned the key chain in her hand, acting like the master of the Silver Bay Tower. "Don't tell outsiders, or they will think that they can enter here if they want."

Louis smiled and said, "That's really thanks to your kindness."

Bounty hunters have always been respectful of Silver Bay Tower, but they have basically never entered it.The source of his knowledge is not books, but his own unsettled life. It is an unprecedented experience to walk into the library of Silver Bay Tower.

When Liz opened the library door, she was still staring at Louis from the corner of her eyes, obviously a hundred worried: "You don't have flint and steel on you, do you? If you have any, take them out quickly. Oh, and water doesn't work either. , will waste paper."

Seeing Louis shaking his head, Liz breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. We've been busy with other things these days, and the batch that Ms. Linka entrusted her buddy to deliver hasn't had time to be opened yet."

She led Louis into the warehouse. The three wooden boxes that had just been delivered to Silver Bay Tower the day before were placed in the corner closest to the door.Liz carefully cut open the sealing strips, motioned to Louis to look for what he needed, sat aside, and looked through the collection list in the library.

"I'll just stay here and remind you to be kind to the treasures in our library." Seeing that Louis seemed to be sitting on the edge of the wooden box, she couldn't help crying again. "Don't sit there! The books in there are very fragile!"

"Okay, okay, I see." Louis knew that he should abide by the rules of Silver Bay Tower.

"Speaking of which, how can Ms. Linka put her account book in the pile of goods? She seems to have left in a hurry. Besides, when we unpack and organize the account book, we can find it easily and return it to her. Why bother? Did you come here specifically?" Liz was a little puzzled. "Why don't you show me when you find it."

While searching for the evidence left by Linka in the neatly stacked old books, Louis replied to Liz's words: "You don't understand business people, they take account books very seriously, how can they pass through the hands of outsiders casually."

Liz tilted her head and thought for a while, then reluctantly accepted Louis's words: "Forget it, maybe it's not as good as the books in Silver Bay Tower."

After searching for a long time, Louis found the "criminal evidence" wrapped in old sheepskin among the old books.After a quick look, the ledger entries and the scribbles on the employment contract are the same as they were back then.

--This is it.

Louis secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Author has something to say: When the Morning Light Shines in - Dan Romer

The bgm of Far Cry Five is okay (although the game is not played seriously)