Heaven’s Intention

Plane of Mists

Lord Romon, are you here? A carriage was parked in front of a magnificent building, and a young man wearing druid robes got out of the carriage. Accessories, but this temperament is very unique and attractive.

The gatekeeper of the aristocratic library at the southern end of the city saw the young man getting off the car, and immediately approached him courteously.

This is for you. Wait for me here in the evening. Romon threw a silver coin and handed it to the driver behind him.

Don't worry, my lord, I'll come over soon. The coachman nodded and said yes, basically without any objection, he agreed.

After all, it is rare to meet a rich and generous guest like Romon.

After sending the coachman away, Romon turned around and asked the gatekeeper, Are there many people in today?

Master Luo Meng, there are not many people inside today, if you go in, please be sure to be quiet. The gatekeeper said with a smile.

He looked in the direction the carriage was leaving. The eyes are full of envy.

Nothing else, the coachman who drove Romon over to read every day during this period was considered to have made a small fortune.

At least, for these few trips, half a year's expenses have been earned.

It's not like him, who guards the door here every day, and doesn't make much money.

Especially looking at the back of the young druid entering, his eyes were filled with jealousy and envy.

There is no way to compare this person with other people. Thinking about his exhaustion every day, the money he earns in a month is not as much as what others spend in a day.

However, there is no way around this. I heard that the young man here is a descendant of a nobleman. Although it is said that he is a high-level professional, whoever can become a druid above level five is not a young man? Over thirty?

In addition, the only people who can freely enter and exit the noble library are the descendants of the nobles.

The gatekeeper didn't know which category this young man belonged to. Judging from his own understanding, he was more inclined to the possibility of noble descendants.

Even the well-known genius mage Formina in the city was only promoted to the fifth level at the age of twenty, and he didn't believe that there was another genius like this.

Forget it, why am I thinking about this? No matter how much I think about it, I'm still a janitor. Sigh! He was feeling emotional, and his vigilance in patrolling the surroundings had obviously dropped a lot.

Just at the corner of the street, two people who were probing their brains took advantage of this moment to look over here.

I said, is that him? The burly man among them asked greedily at the door of the library.

You can't be wrong, it's that person! In the past few days, I have heard that a rich man came to the library and spent hundreds of silver coins every day. There must be a lot of people like this Money!

So what if he's a nobleman. When we rob him, we'll take the money and go to other places and enjoy it. Maybe we can become a commoner nobleman. Another thin man said.

The person before heard it and agreed: Well, you are right. I am tired of working like this every day. After finishing this job, we will find a place to enjoy it for a few days, hehe... ...

As if thinking of a better life in the future, he laughed.

Don't laugh, you heard what he said just now, right? He probably won't leave until evening, let's go back and tell our leader, and discuss what to do! One is stronger, some can't wait to say.

Well, what you said makes sense, let's go back quickly. The two people were talking, and their figures disappeared around the corner.

And all of this, the guards on duty in front of the library were unaware.

On the third floor of the library, Romon was sitting alone in the large reading area. There were seven or eight books piled up on the table in front of him, and a thick stack of paper was spread in front of him. With a quill in his hand, There is good ink next to it, which is constantly checking and recording.

On the stairs on the first floor, there is a service desk on duty, and several service personnel are doing their own things.

In the huge first floor, there was silence, except for the sound of Romon flipping through books. There were almost no other voices.

Even the sound of breathing was suppressed as much as possible.

There's still not much useful information. Putting down the book in his hand, Romon sighed softly.

He thought that after consulting all the libraries in the city, he would at least know something useful, but what he didn't expect was that the busy time during this period only brought him a rough and simple description.

These descriptions are not as specific as his own experience.

After such a long period of time, there is no gain at all. It's really disappointing. Romon opened another book and looked it over carefully.

However, after reading all the information in front of him, although Romon has learned something about the situation in this world, it cannot satisfy Romon.

Moreover, he also discovered a situation, that is, the history recorded in this city is only limited to the five hundred years, five hundred years ago, in all historical materials. There is no record of any.

However, the history of human beings is only 500 years?

This is impossible!

Romon closed the book in his hand and fell into deep thought.

These five hundred years are similar to the time when this city was established, but there are still many ambiguities in it, such as the change of lords.

Of course, the replacement of the lord has nothing to do with Romon, but it also shows that many changes have been made.

My lord, what other books do you plan to read? The office staff at the service desk saw the young man who had been sitting in the reading area approaching, and asked respectfully.

This time. Everyone in the library has benefited a lot from this.

Is there any historical material here that I haven't read? Romon asked.

Sorry, my lord, the few books you read today are already the last batch of materials. You have read the other materials before. The service staff replied: You don't plan to consult other types of materials. Books?

No, it's fine if you don't have any. By the way, send me the books I copied to the hotel! Romon shook his head, turned around, took back the books he had read, handed them to the service desk, and put away the books he copied. A little information, go downstairs.

Most of the books on the first and second floors were of other types. Romon did not lack knowledge in this area, and he did not spend much time on these two floors.

When I got out of the library, I found that it was already dark.

I have to say that when a person concentrates on doing one thing, time passes very quickly.

My lord, are you out? The person on duty outside was the same person he saw when he came in.

Romon nodded: Yes, or are you on duty?

It can't be helped, the shift changers won't come until after dinner. The janitor looked at the empty street and said. Strange, why hasn't the car you hired come here today?

Yes, Romon looked up at the sky, and it was indeed getting late.

On the street in front of the library, there are very few passers-by, not to mention carriages, even walking people can be counted by fingers.

Romon waited at the door for a while. Seeing that the carriage hadn't arrived yet, he frowned and said to the gatekeeper, I have to go back beforehand. If he comes, tell him that I won't come tomorrow. He doesn't need to come. Wait for me.

Then, he took out a handful of silver coins and handed them to the gatekeeper: This is for you.

Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord! Don't worry, I will definitely pass on your words to him. The gatekeeper said with a smile, and finally got a tip.

Romon walked to the street, intending to stop a carriage to go back later.

This place is far away from his residence, and there is a long secluded area in the middle. However, Romon also wants to take a stroll by himself, walking, and is not in a hurry.

At this moment, a carriage drove over from behind him.

Not far in front of Romon, the carriage stopped. Sir, do you want to take a car?

A young man's voice came from the carriage.

Romon looked at the carriage, it was still clean, and nodded: Are you a passenger carriage?

Yes, sir, isn't the car going back empty? I can make more money by driving you back. The other party replied.

Romon nodded, stepped into the car, and said a place name: Let's go.

Okay, I'll take you home in a while. The other party said, the curtain was lowered from the outside, and the carriage started to move.

Sitting in the carriage, Romon felt that the carriage was going faster and faster, and it was quite bumpy during the driving process. He reminded in the carriage: The carriage should slow down.

As a result, the people in front did not answer, Romon frowned and released the scouting technique.

It was discovered that the big man in front was continuing to drive the car with a concerned expression, while a group of people stood on both sides of the road ahead.

They all held weapons in their hands and watched the carriage come with a sneer.

The carriage stopped abruptly in front of them, and the big man who drove the carriage also jumped out of the carriage.

Come down, noble lord. The people outside the car said with a sneer.

Raising the curtain, Romon stepped out of the carriage.

Looking at the group of people staring at him, Romon naturally understood what he had encountered. Is this robbery?

How dare someone come and rob him?

Hand over all the money, or... the leader of the big man said with a sneer.

Luo Meng raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to say something, he saw a man next to the big man, looked at Luo Meng for a moment, and suddenly smiled wretchedly and said: This kid is thin and tender, let him go for nothing. Isn't it a pity? The place is remote, why not tie him back, hehe...

The following words, even if they are not stated explicitly, the meaning cannot be understood.

In this world, from nobles to commoners, everyone has a certain perverted hobby for raising beautiful boys in captivity.

The person who spoke obviously saw Romon's handsome appearance, and had evil thoughts.

Luo Meng's face suddenly turned cold. He was not a soft-hearted person in the first place, and what's more, the other party offended him verbally, and murderous thoughts arose accordingly. (!)