Leo stopped moving, a flicker of doubt passing through his eyes.
This Central Spell Library... gave him a strange feeling.
It was as though it were deliberately slowing Wizards' acquisition of knowledge, using an utterly speechless method to greatly increase the time cost of obtaining it.
Every day, one could take only ten books, and every step was random.
By this method, Leo truly had no idea what year of the monkey or month of the horse it would be before he obtained the knowledge he wanted.
Were other Formal Wizards facing the same situation as well?
This question surfaced in Leo's heart.
A neat single room.
Leo sat in a chair and leaned back, looking at the falcon on the bed. "Mentor Stofen, have you been to the Central Spell Library?"
"I have."
As usual, Stofen's voice rang out in Leo's mind. "Well? After going there for the first time, were you bitterly disappointed? Did you feel that the speed at which you obtained the knowledge you wanted had greatly decreased?"
"That's right, Wizard Stofen. You thought so too, didn't you?"
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Stofen said, "Did Wizard Yuri, the library's person in charge, tell you that fate would guide you toward the knowledge it wanted you to obtain?"
"Yes, yes. Mentor Stofen, could there really be such a thing as fate?"
This time, Stofen fell silent.
After a long while, Stofen finally said, "I don't know whether it is fate. But there is something quite interesting. Whether First-Rank Wizard Apprentices or Formal Wizards like us, whenever we spend a long time inside and grow impatient from waiting, spells suited to us will appear."
"Doesn't that feel very much like fate?"
Stofen's tone was full of teasing, as though he were hinting at something.
Leo understood at once.
There had to