✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

53

Feeling a little unusual, Tolan turned around and shouted, "Betty, is it up to you to lift the scroll?"

"Ah, yes." The named apprentice of the dark arts looked up from a long dissection of the data, "What's wrong, what did you find—"

She got up from her desk and stepped forward, looking up at the containers on the shelves.

Betty: "... No way.

The Dark Magic Apprentice froze in place for a full ten seconds before calling out to his companion in an ethereal tone: "... Eunice, Eunice - I see, I see the deformity of the night demons.

The apprentices at the long table were silent, and then they staged a literal flip on their chairs.

Susie witnesses these reckless apprentices and feels like taking a group of elementary school students on a tour of the Science and Technology Museum.

Oh, but these elementary school students will tear down the glass in the exhibition hall.

The thin restraints on the bookshelf were easily shattered in a mid-level scroll, but after that, no one dared to reach out and touch the utensils.

The apprentices stood in front of the bookshelves, their codexes in their hands, and tried to discern the contents of the containers from the scattered records, their faces salivating but not daring to act rashly.

"It's constant magic, it's constant magic!" Betty snorted aggrievedly, as if she wanted to hammer the wall a few times, "Even if it's a soul curse!" I'd love to take it down and take a look - is that the Lizard's Flame Sac! I've only seen it on the Pokédex! What's that claw next to it!

Tolan replied, "It's a dream demon, the young one."

At the same time, the apprentices exclaimed sincerely: "Grass.

- These bookcases were once infused with perfect constant magic, and even after a long time, they were still trying to work, which is why these materials were placed inside. However, no one can say what will become of the material that needs to be carefully preserved when it leaves the shelf.

Young people are willing to risk being cursed to touch marvelous things, which are rare even in the rich collections of the Silent Tower, but they cannot bear to be destroyed by their actions.

They sighed and lamented for a while, and then reluctantly left the bookshelf to check the rest of the room.

Leaving aside the traces of Bach's messy life, the rest of the furnishings in this room are actually quite neat, or rather, very mage.

Books, manuscripts, and scrolls are neatly stacked in long cabinets, with runes-containing boxes stacked on top of each other, and next to them are labeled "Gems and Metals," "Blank Scrolls," and "Catalysts."

The good news is that, for some reason, like the bookcase, the prohibitions on these things are gentle, like locking a safe with a 10-dollar toy lock, and you don't even need to use overly complicated techniques to remove it.

But there's also the sad bad news: they don't carry enough distraction scrolls, and it's like an unboxing game with a hard choice.

While the apprentices were crawling all over the ground like hamsters, Susie stood by the escalator that also went down.

She looked down, and there was no light below, black holes. As far as the eye could see, the spiral staircase came to an abrupt end at the first corner, leaving only a small half of the handrail.

It looks like a dead end.

But Raphael came over, he looked down, and then he turned back to Susie and said, "Let's go down there."