Chapter 707 Manuscript
In a basement study room decorated in a luxurious and elegant style, Dorothy sat on an exquisite chair, looking at the scene around her in astonishment. Faced with this sudden and drastic change, even she, who was always calm, could not help but be surprised.
Thick and simple bookshelves, clean and tidy floors, flickering lights, neatly arranged books, and many people reading quietly... No matter from which angle you look at the environment here, it is almost a functioning library, not an underground library that has been abandoned for decades.
The underground library where Dorothy was originally located suddenly became what it is now, and it was done quietly, which made Dorothy feel very surprised. She thought about what changes might be caused by her main work of compiling pseudo-history, but she didn't expect that the change would be like this...
'Where is this? Judging from the layout, it should still be the underground library of Bastis, but the decoration is completely different? And who are these people?' Dorothy looked around and carefully examined the surrounding environment. She found that she and her many corpses appeared together in this familiar yet strange environment. In this library-like environment, there were also many people wearing Northern Wu style robes reading books here. They had no reaction to Dorothy and her corpses, as if they could not see Dorothy.
Faced with this situation, Dorothy couldn't help but frown and think, and soon she recalled the conversation between two students-like people around her when she just entered this strange environment.
"By the way...some people mentioned the name Hakeya just now. Hakeya is not the one I wrote..."
Suddenly, Dorothy was startled as she realized something. Then she immediately stood up and walked towards the exit of the underground library. As expected, she found the same upward staircase with the same direction and number of steps as the exit of the underground library she had been to before. Dorothy quickly stepped onto the stairs and walked all the way up the entire corridor.
After pushing open a door, Dorothy entered a large space from the stairwell. It was a spacious room of ten feet with tall pillars and rows of bookshelves. More books were collected on the bookshelves, and more people walked between the bookshelves, looking for books to read. The charming sunlight poured into the room from the huge windows, providing sufficient lighting for the entire space. If the environment where Dorothy was just now was an underground library, then this place was a real library.
After arriving at the library, Dorothy looked around, then hurried out of the door and came to the outside of the library. What she saw was a busy street scene. Countless people wearing Northern Ukrainian style robes were bustling on the wide streets. In the middle of the road, there were many camels being pulled by people, towing heavy objects and ringing their bells. There were many small stalls along the street, hawking their wares to attract customers. The whole street was bustling with activity.
Dorothy silently looked at the street in front of her. She had seen the direction and general shape of this street before, but it was unusually deserted and not as lively as this one. There was a place tormented by plague, controlled by evil cults, and filled with the stench of decay, while here was a normal city street.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Dorothy continued to walk forward slowly. After walking down the steps in front of the gate, she turned around and looked back. What she saw was a tall gray-yellow building with countless large windows. Dorothy had seen this building before, but it was a ruined version after a fire.
This is the National Library built by the Santo Dynasty. The building that was once destroyed by war now appears intact before Dorothy's eyes.
"This is really... magical..." Dorothy couldn't help but sigh and murmur as she witnessed the scene before her.
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In an ancient oasis city in the desert, on top of a high tower of a palace, a middle-aged man wearing an elegant robe, a gorgeous headdress with feathers, and a thick beard was standing there, holding a fence and looking at the vast city in front of him. Next to him, an old man in a white robe was standing there.
"Your Majesty, the damage caused by the sandstorm in the northern provinces last year exceeded our expectations. Perhaps we should take some measures to reduce the losses."
"Well, I have arranged people to investigate the detailed situation over there. It's time to start preparing the supplies for disaster relief. By the way, we also need to prepare some exceptions. Generally, banditry is prone to occur after such disasters. We need to take more preventive measures..." The middle-aged man said as he made arrangements while looking at the prosperous city scene in front of him. Then he turned around and sat down on the stone table and stone bench with the old man beside him, discussing the topic of disaster relief in detail. Not far from them, a pair of eyes were silently watching their conversation.
At this moment, Dorothy was also standing on the high tower, staring intently at the scene before her. Although her eyes were calm at the moment, her heart was greatly shaken.
Dorothy knew who the two men in front of her were. They were King Hakya and his adviser Hassan. These were characters Dorothy created out of thin air when she compiled a false history of the Santo Dynasty. Hakya was the first king of the non-existent Santo Dynasty.
"A fictional historical character actually came true? This is incredible... No, compared to this... it should be more incredible that a fictional dynasty actually came true..."
Dorothy sighed in her heart. As she sighed, she turned her head and looked at the railing of the tower beside her. The city was full of vitality under the sunlight. Although there were many more tall buildings, the scale of the city also extended to a large area outside the city wall. But Dorothy could still clearly recognize from some of the city's structures that this was Bastis. This was different from the decayed place in reality that was constantly affected by plague, war and cults. This was Bastis that had been stable, peaceful and prosperous for decades and existed in a false history.
Until now, Dorothy still couldn't believe that she had come to a historical world written by herself. She couldn't believe that the imaginary history could form such a real world.
"Is this... a miracle created by the remnant of the divine power of the Judge of Heaven? It's incredible..." Dorothy murmured again with emotion as she looked at the city ahead. As she spoke, she began to carefully examine the world in front of her.
'Although I don't know how that power works, judging from the current situation, if I want to find Heopause, I must trigger this power from the perspective of historical compilation... Now, I must learn more about what this false history world is like, and perhaps I can understand more about that divine power...'
Dorothy thought about this in her heart, and then she decided to seriously examine the current situation in the world.
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