Not until the black car drove through the gates of the City Council building's garden did He Ao withdraw his hand, wave goodbye to the people standing by the street, and close the window.
He lowered his head and opened the book in his hands.
With his hands on the steering wheel, Sena guided the vehicle through the garden beneath the council building. He looked up through the rearview mirror at the Old Man withdrawing his hand behind him and took a deep breath.
Meanwhile, He Ao slowly turned the pages of the book. In truth, he had already finished most of it yesterday.
This Archaeological Record was not a formally published book, and there was no information about it online.
But that was normal. The Federation's strictest reviews were for archaeology books.
Archaeologists often dug up polluted ancient ruins from who knew where. And every one of them was more stubborn than the last—the more dangerous something was, the more determined they were to excavate it. No one could stop them.
Archaeology in the Main World might only unearth ancient remains from graves, but archaeology in a Copy World could genuinely dig up ancient angels or contamination from Evil Gods.
From Lynn's memories, the Federation had more than once seen archaeologists excavate ruins of Evil Gods, become contaminated without realizing it, happily write books to spread both knowledge and contamination, and then create new cults.
That was why reviews for archaeology publications later became extremely strict. The more famous the archaeologist, the stricter the review.
Of course, being unable to publish normally did not mean a book could not be printed. Many small printing houses in the Federation offered such services, printing books that could not be formally published.
But in theory, such books could not be sold openly