The second-floor reading room of the Central Library was steeped in mystery.
The paid section on the second floor, which did not look as spacious as the first floor, was filled with countless magical restrictions. Ancient scrolls were protected by pale blue Magic Barriers that resembled a layer of mist.
Rein led the barbarian girl to Section C. It was a space the size of an indoor basketball court, with a ceiling over twenty meters high. Rather than feeling oppressed by the "mountains of books" surrounding them, one felt as though one had entered a vast ocean of knowledge, stirring a desire to seek the truth within it.
The design was very clever.
The library had recently received a great many new barbarian documents. A bearded old man who looked like Marx was inventorying and recording them. He appeared to be a librarian.
The barbarians' industry was primitive. They had not invented papermaking, and all their documents were recorded on specially treated animal hides. There were several thick piles of them, seemingly containing at least tens of thousands of pieces.
Seeing these "spoils of war," the barbarian girl could not help growing emotional. If the documents of so many tribes had been seized and brought here, it meant who knew how many tribes had been ransacked, and how many clansmen had died beneath the claws of those damned "invaders."
Rein shot her a cold glance, its meaning obvious: If you dared cause trouble, get out immediately!
She seemed to understand the icy look in Rein's eyes. She forcibly suppressed her grief and rage, her clenched fists making her body tremble slightly, but in the end, she did not say a word.
Rein politely asked, "Sir Librarian, I would like to borrow these animal hides. Which ones have you already cataloged?"