Zhuoer cleaned up these little guys and made them complain. At the same time, he did not forget what he should do.

The poor man and the catfish didn't think too much about it, because Zhuoer and the two of them revealed Princess Hahoran's specific skills and fighting style. In this way, the natural resistance to equipment between the two people is a big problem.

But the little guys' hands are so black! They are really black!

Zhuoer only brushed the small copy and rolled his eyes.

Of course, the headless knight's reins are not lost.

Speaking of the reins of the headless knight, this is not only Zhuoer's heart disease, but also almost the heart disease of the entire Blood Cross Guild. Who made this ghost mount really handsome?

Even Zhuoer couldn't help but mutter a few times.

However, if you can't say it, you can't get it off. It's like the chance of falling off if the glass slag is really changed. It won't get it off even if you die.

The little guys could only complain about this and couldn't raise the jingshén anymore.

Zoer had no idea about this, and Murphy was also confused. Oh my God, with this efficiency, they planned to fight with Princess Hahoran at this pace. After all, everyone's equipment is actually almost the same, and the worst is the natural resistance equipment.

However, when you encounter dark hands, everyone can only be full of vigor.

After a few days of trouble, the little guys really had no tricks.

"Boss, sister-in-law, it seems that we can only make progress this time to continue to open up Princess Hahoran!" The poor man from the family looked at the ugly equipment that had not fallen again, and said with a bitter face.

Drow Murphy also had a headache. The poisonous weeds beside him were tearful. For some reason, the equipment of the poisonous weeds was absolutely perfect. It was really not enough. But the natural resistance equipment for the personal battle of Princess Hahoran must be enough. Otherwise, it would be impossible to get through at P2, and there was only the score of the group to destroy it back and forth!

Maomaoyu was also depressed by brushing the small copy next to her. She yawned lazily and said, "Boss, it's not that your black hand halo has happened again, right?"

After hearing what Maomaoyu said, the little guys started yelling together. Obviously, they "suspected" that Drow's black hand halo has not been on the rise for a day!

Zhuoer's mouth twitched and he said, "I've gotten the natural resistance equipment!"

"But we don't!" The poor man from the family said with a grievance: "Boss, don't think our skin is as thick as you?"

"Yes, right~!" The little guys agreed again.

Zoer was choked to death.

Murphy was giggling next to him and jokingly said, "To put it, Zhuo, it's really possible that your black hand halo has erupted!"

Drow turned to look at Murphy with a black head.

Murphy laughed and said, "Of course, it may be because Halloween is coming! Halloween, Ghost Festival!"

The little guys rolled their eyes when they heard this.

Rowe scratched his chin and said, "Sister-in-law, as you say, we can't pretend to be there these days because Halloween is coming? But isn't this a Western festival? What's up to us?"

"Isn't this Halloween spread to China?" If you want to make a reason, there is a big basket with Murphy.

"Sister-in-law~~~" The little guys were so amused and crying.

As we talked and laughed, time slowly passed. But what made the little guys anxious was that they didn’t know which Mao god the Blood Cross Guild had offended, so they couldn’t get rid of it! Time has been to Sunday, but the elite group of natural resistance equipment has not been done. The little guys are so confused!

After looking at it, it was already Sunday afternoon, Murphy couldn't help frowning.

I originally thought that the effort of the past few days should be able to fully clean the natural resistance equipment. But looking at this now, it may not be enough next week!

The little guys are really annoyed to brush dungeons. After all, I have lived in these small dungeons these days, and I face these little monsters every day when I open my eyes. Who will be in a better mood?

Murphy became even more upset when he listened to the little guys joking monsters in the Middle East.

It just so happened that these little guys were chatting about the story Murphy told a few days ago, to be precise, a conversation between Medivh and Kardgart, studying what these two people were talking about.

Just so happened that Murphy called, and she pulled Rowe without hesitation, signaled a certain chapter to him and went to answer the phone.

Seeing his sister-in-law flashing, Luo Wei was stunned and stunned for a long time before saying, "Second brother, what does sister-in-law mean?"

Zhuoer touched his nose and said, "Your sister-in-law is in a bad mood."

"Of course I can tell that my sister-in-law is in a bad mood!" Rowe shouted, "What I want to ask is why my sister-in-law asked me to read this chapter?"

Zhuoer curled his lips and said, "What else can you do? Let You Qingnian! Fei'er's bad mood is all caused by you, so your sister-in-law wants you to get better, but she happens to have a phone call, so let You Qing do it for you!"

"Ga? This is OK!" Rowe was completely stunned when he heard this.

The little guys were also stunned in Ts, but the same sentence is still the same. Since there is a story, the little guys never know how to write the word "rejection".

At that moment, Youqing Lily received the chapter passed down by Luo Wei and began to recite it.

"You can get started with your work slowly," said the Astral Master across the dining table. "We'll go to the library later and tell you how to organize the books inside."

Kardag put down the cereal and sausage in his hand and nodded. The theme of this breakfast chat was about the recent situation of Dalaran. For example, what is the popularity of Dalaran, what is Lordaeron's fashion, and what are the members of Kenreto's gangs of squad recently. Kardagag mentioned a philosophical question that Dalaran is currently fighting for: If you use magic to create a fireball, is it considered to have been summoned from some other fire?

Medivh was furious and put down the breakfast in his hand: "One word, stupid! They didn't know how to think about the problem from another perspective. If it weren't... what would you think?"

"I think..." Kardga immediately realized that he was in a trial state again, "I think it might be some completely different reason."

"Very good," Medivh said with a smile, "When facing a dilemma, think about whether there is a third one. Obviously, what you mean is that when you make a fireball, you actually concentrate the free flame elements in the air around the surrounding area at a point. This is the real reason for the fireball?"

"Well, yes," Kardga continued, "I thought so before."

"Very good," Medivh wiped his beard with a napkin. "Your brains are quick and honest. So let's see how you are capable of book management. Moros will lead you."

The library occupies two entire floors, specifically located one-third of the tower. The stairs in this part are exposed, surrounding the exterior walls of the tower, in order to free up two large spaces. The second floor wèizhi has a circle of cast iron platforms. The narrow windows in the room are covered with barbed wire to reduce the natural light shining into the room to a level similar to the torch light covered by the lampshade. On the several large oak tables on the bottom floor, there are many crystal Azeroth glosses, covered with thick dust, emitting a blue-gray luster.

The whole room was like a Japanese man entering the village. Book stalls were thrown on the ground. Scrolls were chasing on chairs. The writing paper was covered with the density of the fallen leaves on the ground in the woods. Despite this, some books were still left on the bookshelf and were just "in" and were scrambled together. Some books were even barely hung on the bookshelf against one or two of the papers, and their movements were similar to hanging prisoners in the interrogation room.

Kadega finally recovered from the visual impact in front of him and smiled awkwardly: "You can get started slowly," so that's it, he said.

"I can pack your luggage for you in an hour," said Moros in the corridor.

Kardga picked up a piece of parchment that was trampled by him. This was an old letter from Kenreto and asked the Master to reply to their recent letter. There was a large dark red stain on the back. Kardga thought it was blood at first, but after a closer look, he found that it was just a piece of melted sealing wax.

"No," said Kardga, ​​gently patting his small note bag, "this is just a difficult challenge than I expected."

“There were many people saying this before.”

Kadega turned around and wanted to ask carefully, but found that the old servant had left.

Cardga marched through the pile of "ruins" with burglar caution. It seemed like a big battle had just happened in the library. Some of the ridges were broken, some of the covers were torn halfway. Some of the pages were severely wrinkled, and some of the books were even lost. These were relatively well preserved, and even worse, the covers of the whole book were torn off, and the dust on the table covered the inner pages of the book. Some of the books were opened, but some were obviously never read. Because the sealing wax on the book had not been unveiled.

"Actually, the Astral Master doesn't need any assistant," Kardga cleaned one end of a table, pulled out a chair and muttered, "He only needs a wife." He glanced at the door to confirm that the butler was really leaving.

Kardag sat down, but found that the chair was shaking. He stood up and looked at it. It turned out that the chair had a book under one leg. Kardag pulled the chair just now and pulled it to the book. This was a thick ancient book with a metal cover. The cover was quite gorgeous and inlaid with silver edges.

As soon as Kardga opened the book, he immediately felt something moving, like a drop of mercury passing through the glass tube. There seemed to be a piece of metal falling off in the spine.

The book suddenly started to buzz...

Kardag quickly closed the book. The book made a short and sharp sound and returned to calm, and some mechanism inside it was reset. Kardag carefully placed the book on the table.

At the same time, he found several scorch marks on the chair he was using and on the floor below.

"I probably know why you have hired so many assistants." Kardga said to himself and continued walking in.

The situation inside was not much better. Books were spread on the backs and armrests of chairs. In Kadega's sense, the more they went in, the worse the situation was. Some animals had already built nests in a corner of the bookshelf. Kadega knocked the nest down from the rack, and a skull of a goblock fell out of it and smashed it on the ground. The upper floor of the library was more like a pile room, with no book on the rack, and the piles of books on the ground were taller than the other, piled up into continuous hills, rolling mountains, and unattainable peaks.

There is only a small place where people can stand, but this place seems to have been burned before. Maybe it is because it is to slightly reduce the number of books piles. Kardga looked at the burnt place and shook his head and obviously there were other things here because there were a few leftover cloth pieces on the ground. It may be from a mage's robe.

Kardgar shook his head and returned to the place where he had just put the notes bag, and pulled out a wooden pen rod, a pile of refills, a piece of pen-cutting stone, a soft-edged paper (parchment) knife, a box of octopus ink. A small plate containing ink, a bunch of flat and thin keys, a long ruler, and a metal cricket-like thing.

He grabbed the cricket, turned his back to himself, teasing its back with a flashing refill. This was the reward that Jazba gave to him after Kardag completed his entry-level scroll scribe training, which played a great role in Kardag's exploration of the secrets inside Kenreto. It had a common but useful spell inside that warning potential traps within the field of vision.

As soon as Kadega put the pen tip, the metal cricket immediately let out an unprecedented high decibel scream. Kadega was shocked. The cricket in his hand almost lost his hand. Then he realized that the loudness of the sound was proportional to the potential danger.

Kardga looked around the pile of books around him and silently recited the body protection spell. He retreated all the way to the door before stopping teasing the cricket. He took out the thick metal cover book he had noticed before and placed it on the ground at the door.

The cricket's alarm sounded again at the book, but it was a little lighter than before. Kadega placed the dangerous book on the left side of the door and took out another book from the room to detect it. This time the cricket made no sound.

Kardag held his breath and hoped that the cricket could detect all forms of traps, whether magical or otherwise. Then he opened the book. It was a discourse on the elves politeness written in feminine and beautiful fonts about the elves polite three hundred years ago.

Kardga put the handwritten book on the right side of the door, and then went into the room to find the next book that should be classified.

"I know you," said Medivh the next morning, eating sausage and cereal porridge.

"Kadgar, sir." The young man responded.

"It's that new assistant," said the old mage. "Of course, sorry, my memory is a little vague, and I don't know if my memory is true. I have happened so many things over the years, and I don't know what will happen in the future."

"Is there anything you need help? Sir?" asked Kardga.

The old wizard seemed to think carefully about the proposal for a while, and then said: "That library, young trust. How is the library going?"

"Smooth," Kardga said, "quite smooth. I've been busy sorting books and falling paper."

"Ah, by subject or by author?" asked the Astral Master.

Kardag thought to himself, but said, "I think it is based on the subject. Many books are not written by the author."

"Hmm," Medivh looked very satisfied. "The name represents a person's glory and credibility. Even the works that dare not sign a name are not trustworthy. Very well, keep insisting. Tell me, what do the wizards of Kenreto think of King Ryan? Have they mentioned him?"

The progress of classification work was as slow as the melting of a glacier, but Medivh didn't seem to care about completing the time and even sorting out the library itself. In fact, he seemed to be happy and gentle in surprise every morning about the fact that Kardgart was still alive, and then after a little discussion, he brought the topic to other places where he was more interested.

"When it comes to libraries," he would say, "What are the plans for Querigan, the librarian of Kenreto, who has been planning for the past?"

"What do the people of Lordaeron think of the Elf Revelation? Have they ever appeared there?"

"Is there any legend in Violet City about a man with a bull's head?"

The appointment was one day in the second week when Kardga stayed here, and Medivh suddenly stopped appearing again.

"Go away," Moros explained.
To be continued...