Chapter 106 records the existence of the book.
Hengyao City's location was surprisingly difficult to find.
Even after repeatedly checking possible locations based on Anne Farns' description, all that could be confirmed was emptiness. It almost makes one wonder if her account contained deliberate errors or omissions.
"I would never do something so pointless! Besides, didn't you all see it with your own eyes? The magical tools used to verify lies have proven that what I said is absolutely true! So it's not a problem here!"
Pointing at the crystal ball bathed in dazzling light, Annie's disgruntled voice once again broke the morning's tranquility.
More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye. The calendar nailed to the wall unveiled November, and the first heavy snowfall from the north brought the howling of the cold. Soon, the entire continent was busy with the approaching winter. As expected, even Yao's exploration and in-depth investigation of information became slow and made no progress.
Last night, at the request of the academy headmaster, I retrieved this magical artifact, which claims to be able to distinguish between genuine and counterfeit items, from the academy. I will take it to Pis City and hand it over to a designated person.
Curious about the scope and accuracy of its efficacy assessment, and certain that it would not cause any additional effects or wear and tear, Annie, who was struggling to prove herself, volunteered to be the first test subject and obtained an answer that satisfied everyone.
Of course, problems followed one after another.
Since there is no falsehood in Annie's words, why can't we find any clues about Hengyao City, where she once lived?
"The river that flows through the city, the deep black forest that surrounds the granite walls, the ever-burning night lights, and the tall, ancient castle and magnificent houses... are all new information that has not been confirmed."
"I couldn't even confirm her Book of the Heart."
The voice that echoed my words was Yao's, who had finally been freed from the pool of books after working tirelessly for half a month.
Even though it was as uneventful and uneventful as when we first met, after we got to know each other a little better, we could still feel a deep sense of exhaustion.
Only at this moment could one sense, albeit faintly, a remaining sense of human existence, emanating from her inhuman body.
There aren't many books left that she needs to verify.
After removing useless images and text, only essential reference books and books that still need to be continuously tracked remain, enough to fill at most four layers of bookshelves.
It's more than when we first started working, but significantly less than in the previous period.
This marks a successful milestone reached after Anne joined the team.
However, as if frozen by several heavy snowfalls, most of the tracking information fell silent. Apart from the occasional glimpse of the noisy daily life, even the shadow of the cult that was constantly tracking it became faint and thin, turning into smoke and dust that seemed to drift away with the wind like a dream.
Unable to obtain accurate information flow, the remaining time is wasted waiting for the repeated appearance and disappearance of handwriting.
The coursework that needs to be completed is still far from over, but one's spirit cannot be wasted on it alone.
After repeated requests from Hikari, who also works as a therapist, Yao finally agreed to the proposal to take a day off.
Annie, eager to liberate herself, immediately abducted the bewildered Hikari and hurried towards the fairy clan's temporary residence, claiming she wanted to help cultivate new varieties of flowers. It's unclear when their relationship became so close.
What does the absence of the Book of the Heart represent?
She sat calmly at a small table near the window, stirring her teaspoon repeatedly, her iridescent gemstone eyes shimmering with uncertain colors.
After a long silence, the elegantly dressed lady finally gently set aside the white porcelain teacup adorned with beautiful floral patterns. Her gaze, illuminated by the sunlight and parted by her wispy bangs, fell upon me: "Master of the Box Garden, you haven't forgotten that matter, have you? The book that should have recorded your entire life suddenly faces [the end of the book]."
I didn't understand her meaning, but I squinted in the few remaining rays of warm light in the small garden, and looked back at her, waiting for the inevitable reply.
Yao's reply came quickly: "A few days ago, because I suddenly remembered something, and to make sure my previous efforts weren't in vain, I had someone search for it again. The book placed in a very conspicuous spot was indeed the one I had seen before. But..."
She hesitated for a moment, then stared intently at me.
The colors of the polarized light flow out in an unusual dark hue at the bottom of the gemstone, like the vivid eyes of a living being, as if trying to examine the inner composition of what it sees, or the reality of its existence.
The faint echo reverberated like a sigh.
"[The end of books] has not been eliminated."
In the quiet hall where most of the doll maids were at rest and not working, the spread and intonation of the conversation were clearly more impactful than expected.
It was an unexpected turn of events.
This sounds like being walking normally on the street when suddenly an acquaintance stops you, looks you up and down, and just when you think they're about to say something, you suddenly hear the devastating news that you've been dead for a long time—it's a terrifying mix of absurdity and comicality.
Or it could be like small print that appears unexpectedly in a blind spot, prompting you, "No matter how you see this message, you have been in a coma for three years. Please wake up soon."
I couldn't help but chuckle: "Yao, you should know that mages have an absolute judgment about their own existence."
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