"Theft"

"The Hall of Truth was robbed?"

Elvily quickly received a call from Iris, thinking she had misheard.

The Hall of Truth was a structure in the mental world, so how could it be robbed?

"The library," Iris said.

At first, she didn't understand either. After the other party explained, she realized that what was "robbed" were books.

Books in the library couldn't be taken out of the Hall of Truth, but they could be "borrowed" from the library. If someone took a book and hid it in an inconspicuous corner of the Hall, then besides them, almost no one would be able to find it.

This had happened a few times before, but mostly by accident, and it was on the first or second floor, and none of the books were too important. Later, the Dawn Council specifically hired several administrators who worked 24-hour shifts, and borrowers had to register their identities, so there were no more incidents, until today, when another book went missing.

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And this time it was on the third floor.

This was actually something to be happy about.

After so many years, someone had finally been recognized by the statue again and entered the Sanctuary on the third floor.

The first thing he did was go to the library, searching for the knowledge left by Lord Black, hoping to gain more new things inherited from the Scholar Era, fill his mind to the brim, and preferably overflowing. He had plenty of time anyway, and could digest it slowly.

But as he searched, he suddenly noticed that a few books were missing from a bookshelf. He continued to search further in and found more missing, and then further in, an entire row was gone... When he reached the center of the library, he discovered that the Book of Old Words, which should have been stored in the most precious glass display case, had vanished.

Sean, hearing snippets from the phone: "..."

Was it about him?

"Could it be that it was never there to begin with?" Elvily asked.

No one knew what was happening on the third floor and above of the Hall of Truth. Perhaps these books on the third floor of the library had already been lost during the Scholar Era?

"That's a possibility," Iris said. "But rumor has it he found footprints, and the traces indicate they were made within the last week."

Elvily: "Rumor has it?"

"Yes." Iris said helplessly over the phone, "This person is difficult to communicate with. I heard about it from his student."

"Even you find him difficult to communicate with?" Elvily didn't quite believe it.

Iris was the best at dealing with people in their Dawn Council. She was kind, beautiful, spoke gently, and the words "Dawn Council" themselves represented a certain status. Who would dare to refuse Iris's face?

"Sopea," Iris said.

Elvily: "..."

Oh, Sopea. That made sense.

"That guy is already arrogant and cold. Now that he's reached the third floor, I'm afraid we'll all have to look up to him from now on," Iris complained.

Sean interjected curiously, "You can see footprints in the Void Arts Space?"

"Not others, but he can," Elvily replied.

Sopea's mental power was very strong. He knew a spell that could clearly see residual mental traces within a certain period. If, as Iris had heard, Sopea saw fresh footprints from the past week, then the books on the third floor of the library were likely taken by the owner of those footprints. This was a very serious matter.

Sean tentatively asked, "How serious?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Elvily said. "If he doesn't return the books, all Wizards who enter the third floor in the future will be missing a portion of crucial knowledge."

That's it? Sean thought there might be some rule he didn't know, like "the library will collapse if the books aren't returned within three days." He muttered, "Won't it be fine if he just returns them?"

"How do you know he will return them?" Elvily asked.

Sean: "..."

Guess?

He couldn't answer that question, but he could defend himself.

Sean retorted to the young woman, "Then how do you know he definitely won't?"

"Because he's too low-key," Elvily said.

"Low-key" was a conservative description. A more accurate term would be "sneaky."

This time, it involved some female intuition, but there was also logic.

The Hall of Truth was a sacred place in the hearts of all Wizards. Everyone wanted to enter the Sanctuary, even if it was just the first floor. Successfully entering proved one's potential. Compared to Wizards who couldn't enter the Sanctuary, those who could automatically had a higher status. It could be said that a Wizard's status in the Void Arts Space was almost entirely determined by which floor they could reach.

Before yesterday, the second floor was the limit.

Every Wizard who could currently enter the second floor possessed a powerful strength of Tier Four or above and was highly respected in the Void Arts Space.

But the person who took the Book of Old Words had entered the third floor, a level no one had reached in this era.

This was a unique honor.

A normal person would have been eager for everyone to know they had done something great. But this person was acting stealthily, silently. A week had passed with no news, and no one had seen him go to the third floor. This indicated that the person was deliberately avoiding the gaze of other Wizards, not wanting to be discovered.

It "felt" very suspicious.

Elvily wouldn't make a rash judgment and definitively conclude that this person was problematic, but based on the current logic, the other party was likely not a good person.

Sean: "..."

He really wanted to refute the young woman. People who hide their tracks aren't necessarily bad guys; they could also be brother-in-law.

But after thinking about it, he dismissed the idea.

That evaluation wasn't wrong. Judging by what he'd done in the past, he really didn't seem like a good person.

Iris's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, hello, are you guys done talking? I'm still here."

Sean: "..."

Elvily: "..."

He'd accidentally forgotten he was still on the phone with Iris.

It was all Sean's fault!

"In any case, why don't you come to the Void Arts Space first?" Iris suggested. "I still plan to ask Sopea about the specifics."

"He might not give me face, but he'll surely give Miss Flame Crow face."

"Flame Crow" was Elvily's title, just like "Light Servant." Both represented Tier Five. Sopea was also a Tier Five Wizard, known as the "Dream Weaver." To put it in that guy's annoying words—only those who were also Tier Five had the right to speak to him as an equal.

This alone showed how arrogant Sopea was.

But there was nothing to be done about it; he was genuinely powerful.

Even without entering the third level of the Sanctuary, purely in terms of combat power, few Tier Five Wizards could defeat Sopea. This Dream Master's personal combat strength was terrifying, so terrifying it could be described as exaggerated. He could make enemies fall into a dream unknowingly, thus defeating them directly on a soul and mental level, without them even knowing how they lost.

"Wait, what did you just say his name was?"

Sean asked, "Dream Weaver?"

Iris: "Yeah, what's up?"

Sean: "I'll go with you guys."

He needed a Wizard who cultivated dreams to help him remember his past more quickly.

"Okay," Iris agreed first, stating her stance.

She didn't mind Sean coming along, and she believed Elvily wouldn't either.

But she didn't know if Sopea would mind.

Nor did she know if the Blackwood statue outside the Sanctuary would mind.

"We're going to the Hall of Truth. Can you get in?"