Theobald read the entire letter carefully, "Luke·Stark, son of the Duke Winterfell. You come from the North? What is it that allows you to cross the entire continent and come to Citadel in the southern border (The Reach)?"
Five months have passed since Gary left Winterfell.
Although he had worked hard for so long, when he sat in front of Theobald, he felt surprisingly calm. "Steward..."
"Call me Dr. Theobald. In a few months, I won't be Citadel Steward."
Theobald interrupted Gary, who seemed to be very resistant to Steward's duties.
Without waiting for Gary to speak, he took the letter and said, "The letter was written by King Robert. Have you read the content above?"
Gary shook his head, "No, the letter was opened by your bachelor Citadel. I have never read it."
Theobald put the letter on the desk and was very distressed. "We Citadel dare not disobey His Majesty's order, but Citadel also has Citadel's tradition. Your Majesty asked us to develop all the books for you, which is nothing. But..."
He stood up with a tangled expression, "But His Majesty asked us to grant you a bachelor's degree directly, which is difficult. Citadel's tradition cannot be broken in my hands. If you want to become a bachelor, you can only rely on your own efforts..."
"Doctor, don't worry, I don't care about the bachelor's title. As long as you can do me a favor, everything will be easy."
Gary also stood up holding on to the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Theobald breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's fine. As long as it doesn't break our Citadel tradition, you can browse the forbidden books sealed on the top of the library tower at your leisure."
Gary thought Citadel There is so much free labor (bachelor), why do you need to do it yourself?
"Doctor has misunderstood. It's not that I want to check your collection of books. It's that all of you bachelors need to help me find some clues in these collections of books."
Theobald said with an embarrassed expression, "You have misunderstood. Citadel Steward was selected by us to be responsible for external affairs and has no internal rights."
Gary didn't care about this. He walked leisurely with his hands behind his back. "This is your problem. I don't care whether you have the right to mobilize them. In short, if you can't help me, then I can only force you to grant me the title of bachelor according to His Majesty's wishes."
Theobald thought that what Gary said was what His Majesty the King meant.
He immediately became serious, "Citadel's tradition is above all else, I will inform everyone. Please rest at Oldtown today and come back to Citadel tomorrow morning."
Gary took the letter back and said, "Okay, it's a deal."
Early the next morning.
Gary set off from the tavern of Oldtown and came to Citadel again.
This time, hundreds of apprentices, preparatory bachelors, bachelors, and doctors of various ages gathered in the lobby on the first floor of Steward Pavilion.
They crowded the entire first floor, venting their dissatisfaction to Theobald.
"Theobald, you said King Robert sent a letter to Citadel. What did he say?"
"Yes, why did you call us all here? My research is at a critical juncture. If it fails, can you be responsible?"
"Theobald, everyone's time is precious! You should speak up quickly!"
Theobald stood on a high platform, holding a simple loudspeaker. "Quiet, everyone, be quiet, listen to me!"
Although everyone was aggrieved, they were all academics and kept their senses at all times, so they all calmed down.
Theobald said loudly, "Everyone, His Majesty's messenger arrived yesterday. He brought King Robert's order and asked us to help him find some clues in the book. If anyone is dissatisfied, you can follow the messenger back to King's Landing and tell His Majesty personally."
The scholars were speechless. Didn't we just say a few words to you? Why did we move His Majesty the King who is far away in King's Landing? As for that?
"Now, I would like to ask the king's messenger, Luke·Stark, to personally explain what clues we need you to look for!"
Theobald handed the loudspeaker to Gary beside him, turned around and got off the platform.
Gary raised the loudspeaker. "Fellow scholars, I need you to search for clues about the Green Crystal in all books including myths and legends, historical records, biographies, etc."
Green stone?
The scholars looked at each other, this... there are so many green stones, they are everywhere on the beach, do you still need to look for them?
"To give you another hint, this stone is very special. From the outside, its color is closer to emerald green, but it looks whiter because of the light."
"From the inside, it contains a huge amount of energy that can be used by gods and even make mortals become gods."
At this time, a bachelor raised his hand and said, "What does messenger mean? Is His Majesty the King looking for the treasure of the gods? Isn't such an unrealistic fantasy a waste of everyone's time?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"That's right..."
His words immediately resonated with everyone present.
Gary shouted, "Quiet! This is His Majesty's order! Although you Citadel have a superior status, you are still within Seven Kingdoms. Can you bear the consequences of disobeying His Majesty?"
The originally noisy scholars fell silent for an instant. No matter how high the status of Citadel was, it could not be higher than King's Landing.
Everyone present is smart, and no one would dare to despise the order of the Lord Seven Kingdoms.
Gary used chicken feathers as command arrows and threatened shamelessly, "I will give you one month. If you can't find any clues after one month, then I will directly return to King's Landing and tell His Majesty how incompetent the bachelors of Citadel are."
All the scholars blushed and dared not speak out in anger.
Theobald trotted onto the stage and whispered beside Gary: "Messenger, there are so many books in Citadel that one month may not be enough."
Gary was stunned, "There are hundreds of people here, and they can't read all the books in a month? Well, how long do you think it will take?"
"It will take at least half a year."
Gary was speechless, "Are you kidding me? It takes half a year to turn over a book?"
At this time, he couldn't help but miss the speed of the Internet search engine. It only took a few tenths of a second to search for what he wanted.
Now he can only rely on manpower to "search", and it actually takes half a year?!
"Citadel has nearly a million books. It really takes half a year to read them all." Theobald replied with a wry smile.
Gary thought for a moment and said loudly to the scholars, "Okay, just half a year! I will live in Citadel. If you have any clues, you can come to me."
He paused for a moment before issuing a verbal check. "Pycelle Grand Maester of King's Landing is old. Whoever finds useful clues first can come back to King's Landing with me to meet His Majesty."
This sentence is very ambiguous. It seems that he has not made a promise, but he also seems to have made a promise.
The scholars in the audience began to become restless, they whispered and kept discussing.
Not all scholars pursue fame and fortune, but there are also many scholars who pursue fame and fortune.