"Where did you go?" Khadga asked.

The old butler curled up for a moment, and Kadega could even hear the loose bones in his body: "He is not anyone who can speak qingchu."

"What the hell is he doing?" Kardga asked.

“No one can say qingchu.”

"When will he be back?"

“No one can say qingchu.”

"He just kept me alone in the tower?" asked Kadega. "He wasn't afraid that I would take his books that everyone coveted...?"

"I can stand by and watch you," Moros said, "if you need it."

Kardga shook his head, but he remembered another thing: "Moros?"

"What's the matter, young sir?"

"Those illusions..." The young man didn't know how to say it.

"Are you going to have an eye mask?" said the old servant.

Kardga shook his head again: "Do they reveal the future or the past?"

"All of them. I mean those I have noticed, but usually I have them," Moros said, "and used to ignoring, ignoring."

"So will they really realize those future images?" said the young man.

Moros let out a creepy exhalation, and Kardga felt that it was only possible that he was taking a deep breath: "From my jingyàn. Yes, young gentleman. Once, Cook saw me breaking a crystal in the vision, so she hid them all. A few months later, the master suddenly wanted the crystal for use, and she moved the piece out, and two minutes later I broke it. It was completely unintentional." He sighed again, "She went to match that pair of quartz glasses the next day. Is there anything else?"

Kardga didn't say it at the time, but he fell into deep thought when he went to the library. He had done his best to sort out the library to this extent. Medivh's sudden disappearance made him feel very empty and lost further direction.

The young future apprentice entered the library. Half of the room is now piled with books that were presumed to be "safe" by crickets (and fragments of the book). The other half is piled with those found to be trapped (the books are usually kept relatively complete).

There were obviously fewer sheets of paper and unopened letters on the large tables now, and they were piled into two semi-formal piles. The bookshelf was now completely emptied by him, like a prison without any prisoners.

The next step for Kardga can start to sort paper, but it is obvious that it is relatively simple to put the books on the shelves. The problem is that most books have no titles, or have titles but the covers fall off, are torn, worn, and cannot be identified. The only way to confirm the content is to open them.

And this will cause the agency to start again. Kardga looked at the burning marks on the floor and shook his head.

He began to observe, at first reading books with traps, and then turned his eyes to those without traps. Finally, he found the thing he was looking for a book with a key mark on the cover.

But it was locked, and a circle of thick metal strips surrounded it. A lock was locked. Kardag looked through the entire library but couldn't find a key, but that was not very strange. The seal was very firm, but the cover of the book itself was a thin metal plate with a red leather cover on the outside.

Kardgar tried to pull the metal plate out of the cover, but the big lock tied them tightly. Finally, with the scratch of his knife, Kardgar finally took the book out of the lock. And it didn't ticke horriblely when he moved the book home.

Kardga glanced at the cricket on his table, and it didn't warn of any danger.

Holding his breath, the young master opened the thick book, and a unique fragrance of books plunged into his nose.

"The Snare and Lock," he said loudly. These ancient characters are quite difficult to read and cannot be recognized. "How can you become an excellent protection mechanism...breaker."

Kardga moved through the chairs in the room (shorter than before since he sawed three of the legs short to maintain balance) and began his reading.

Medivh had disappeared for two weeks, and during this time, Kardga had completely taken the library as his own. Every morning he got up for breakfast, he sloppyly told Moros about work progress (in fact, the old housekeeper and Cook had never shown any interest in this matter), and then buried himself in the treasure house. Lunch and supper would be delivered to him, and he often worked late at night with the light blue glow of the planet's planet.

He also gradually adapted to the special environment in the tower, and various illusions often appeared in the corners of his eyes. One of the figures in a tattered cloak would disappear when he turned around and noticed. Words that had not been finished floated in the air. Sometimes he would suddenly feel a chill, or an inexplicable airflow change, as if the doors and windows were suddenly opened. Occasionally, the tower itself would sigh in the wind. The ancient rocks of this tower have been around for countless centuries and had long been aged before they were built.

Slowly, he began to learn one thing, which was to crack traps that covered the most valuable books in the library. This research was very helpful in his recent work. He quickly became an expert in cracking and setting up spell mechanisms and heavy traps, just like he used to deal with the secrets in the heavy gates of Dalaran. In fact, there are many common points between the two, such as to avoid being discovered, he needed to create the illusion that the trap was still unbreaked in the cracked books. Deciding how to break a trap (whether it is very powerful or just a small mechanism or completely unprotected) is only half the success.

The books that he cracked with various means and the dexterous knife without exception far exceeded his knowledge. Their content was already at the highest level, and Kardga was determined to understand them one day, whether it was his own or from Medivh.

A long time later, he still felt very confused when he recalled this incident. What was Medieval doing with this library? No matter how he looked at it, it seemed that he had never really used it except to throw precious books and old letters on the ground. The mages of Kenretto basically had more or less protection for their files and materials, and would also hide the most precious ones well. But Medieval threw everything together, as if he didn't actually need them at all.

Unless this is a test, Kardgart thought, a test that keeps this future apprentice in the dark.

Now all the books have been returned to the shelves. The most valuable (and most unread) books are placed on the upper floors and protected by iron chains. The lower floors contain folk stories, history, diaries and other books. In addition, the scrolls are also placed here, from the most common Stormwind City item trading list to the most precious epic records, and finally the information about Egwen that Kadega is particularly interested in. The mother claimed by Medivh.

If she could really live for eight hundred years, she must have been a powerful wizard before, Kardag thought. The books protected by spells in the upper shelf might have more information about her. But so far, the books had resisted all his attempts, and the efforts to break their seals and mechanisms still could not help him. Every time he could not help but try to open the books, the cricket detecting the trap always wailed terrifyingly.

However, there are still many other things to do, such as collecting and repairing fallen pages, reinstalling books that are stranded, sorting (or at least read) letters. Several recent letters were written in elves. They also include a text that Kardag is completely unaware of (from various sources, it may be some secret language). The painted seal marks on those letters indicate that they come from different places around the world, Azeroth, Kazmodan, and Lordaeron, and even places that have never been marked on the map. Kardag saw a vague outline: a huge secret organization was communicating with each other in cryptic texts, and Medivh was one of them…

Several ancient magical scriptures also used this kind of ciphertext to encrypt, and most of the content was processed into slander and changed alphabetical order. None of the ciphertext interpretations known as Kardag can be used here. Perhaps they organically combined various ciphertexts to create their own ciphertexts.

As a result, relying on the elementary tutorials of the Elf and Dwarf in the library, one afternoon, Kardga found the way to understand the secret texts and magical scriptures. At the same time, Medivh suddenly came back.

Kardga did not hear Medivh coming or feel any noise. The air around him suddenly changed a moment of jiliè change. It was like a group of beasts avoiding forest fires just running past. The young mage turned around on the chair and saw who was Medivh. His broad shoulders filled the entire hall, and his robe and cloak churned in the airflow, making a sound.

"Sir, I..." Kadega stood up halfway on the chair, smiling and preparing to report the situation, but found that the master's hair was messy, and his usual soft and bright green eyes were now staring at him.

"There is a thief!" Medivh pointed at Kadega and shouted, "Someone has entered the tower!" The Astral Master pointed at his assistant and began to recite the spell in a terrible voice. The sound was simply impossible for humans to make.

In desperation, Kadega raised his hand and drew a protective mark in front of him. But in front of Medivh's spell, all his efforts were essentially nothing more than random gestures. An air wall was generated in front of Kadega, wrapping him in with the chair. The magical scriptures and tutorials rowed across the table like several ferries that were subjected to strong storms and fell to the ground. Scattered notes and papers were flying in the air.

Surprised by the air wall, Kadega hit a bookshelf behind him. The bookshelf trembled. The future apprentice was really afraid that it would fall down at this time, which would waste all his efforts so far. Fortunately, the bookshelf maintained balance just right. However, the invisible force that pressed Kadega's chest became stronger and stronger.

"Who are you?" Medivh shouted, "What do you want to do when you come here?"

The young mage struggled in vain in the air wall, holding back the heavy pressure from his chest and said, "Kadgar," he took a breath every time he said a word, "Assistant, sorting, library, your order." He also thought that Moros's speech was so simple. Is it for the same reason?

Kardag’s words made Medivh look confused. Suddenly, he calmed down like a person who had just woken up from deep sleep, and then he took a slight move, and the air wall immediately collapsed. Kardag’s legs became weak and he knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

Medivh approached him and helped Kardga stand up: "I'm sorry, child." He was a little embarrassed, "I forgot that you are still here...I treat you as a thief..."

"A thief who left the room was cleaner than when he came." Khadgar said, feeling a little pain in his lungs as he breathed.

"Yes," Medivh looked around the room and nodded with satisfaction (of course, ignoring the chaos he had caused just now), "It's really good. I believe I still remember qingchu: No one could have been as good as you before."

"I've sorted out the books," Kardga was still breathing and was unable to stand firmly. "Your left is history books, including epics. The middle part is legendary and legendary materials. Classified by language and content. On the other side of the balcony are professional materials, alchemy research notes, spell explanations, and theoretical hypothesis books. Also, those books that are too powerful to me to read and confirm the content are also placed there. Maybe you need to check them in person."

"No," Medivh looked at the neat library and didn't listen to Kardga carefully. "It should be said that it was great. You did a great job. It was great." He looked around the library again, looking like he had regained his goals in life. "It was really great. You did a great job. Then, come with me now."

The Master Master walked to the door, stepped onto the stairs that were heading up the upper floor, and turned around and asked, "Come?"

Kadega is now like he was knocked out by a fireball trick: "Come? Where are you going?"

"On the top," Medivh said briefly, "Come on. Otherwise we will be late. Time is life!"

The old mage took the lead and quickly went upstairs. Under his inspiration, Kadega's pace also became lighter.

"What's the top of the tower?" At a platform near the top, the panting Kardga finally caught up.

"Flying point," Medivh snapped. Then he stopped again, as if he was hesitating for a while. His shoulders suddenly loosened. At that moment, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn out: "I must apologize. I have committed my old habit again."

"Sir..." Kadega was stunned by Medivh's strange behavior that seemed to be transformed.

"My memory is very chaotic, and I don't know if what I remember is the fact, young trust," said the Star Master, "I should have remembered that you are still in the tower. But I don't know what happened, but I suddenly decided that you were..."

"Sir?" Kardga interrupted him, "Time is life, huh?"

"Time..." Medivh nodded and turned his face away, "Yes, time is life. Hurry, we can't waste time!" As he said, as if to implement this, the old man began to step up two stairs with one foot.

Kardga realized that the haunted tower and the messy library were not the only reason why Medivh's previous assistants voluntarily left. He quickly followed.

The old butler was waiting for them at the observatory on the top of the tower.

"Moros," Medivh shouted as soon as he arrived, "blow your golden whistle if you want. That's your right."

"Oh," the servant responded, and he took out a small whistle and blew it. The runes written in the dwarf were engraved on one side of the whistle tube, shining under the reflection of the fire. "The exercise of rights is completed, sir, they are here."

"They?" Kadega asked tentatively. Before he finished speaking, the sound of several giant wings stimulating the air sounded above him. Medivh looked down at the building under the tower, while Kadega looked up in the voice.

Several giant birds descended from the air, and their wings shone with aura under the reflection of the moonlight. No, that's not a bird, Kardgard looked at the griffin. They have the body of giant cats, but at the same time they have only the head and front paws of the eagle, and their wings are golden.

Medivh took one of the giant beasts and grabbed the reins on its head: "Pick one by one, let's go."

Kadra looked at the giant beasts. The one closest to him raised his head and let out a scream, and gently tapped the stone brick floor with a giant claw.

"I never..." The young man was at a loss, "I don't know what..."

Maddie frowned: "Don't you even teach this? I don't have that time now." He raised his right index finger and pointed Kadega's forehead, silently chanting a spell.

Kardga screamed and fell backwards in horror. The contact of the old mage made him feel a piece of scorched iron stuffed into his brain.

Medivh said: "Now you know. Rise up, now."

Kardga touched his forehead and exclaimed. Now he did know how to properly navigate and ride a griffin (even if it was a saddle), and also knows the standard dwarf riding and non-dwarf riding. He knows how to turn in the air, how to hover in the air, and of course, the most important thing is how to land urgently.

Kardga rode on his griffin and felt a faint pain in his head. These new knowledge seemed to be pushing the original knowledge in his brain to permanently occupy a place in his head.

"Are you ready? Keep up!"

When they set out, the two giant beasts stretched out their bodies and slowly rose as they slammed the air. These giant creatures could easily carry a fully armed dwarf, but the weight of a human in a robe was close to their limits.

Kardgar professionally operated his griffin, following Medivh's detour, adjusting his height to a little higher than the treetops. The faint pain in his head continued to spread around the point Medivh had touched. Now he felt head heavy and dizzy. Despite this, he could accurately follow the actions of the Astral Mage, just as he had spent his whole life on the griffin's back from his entire life.

The young mage tried to catch up with Medivh and asked him about their destination and their purpose of going there, but he could never surpass him. Of course, even if he did, Kardga was actually qingchu, and the loud noise of the wind would swallow his words. So he had to follow Medivh obediently, fly over the approaching mountains, and then turn east.

Kardga couldn't tell how long they had been flying. He had been dozing several times on the griffin's back, but his hands were still tightly holding the reins, and his griffin kept in the same pace as Medivh. When Medivh suddenly turned right, Kardga suddenly woke up from his deep sleep (if that could be called sleeping) and flew south with the Astral Master. Kardga's headache symptoms had been completely eliminated. All that was left was the first memory of the pain.
Chapter completed!