The scroll carried a large stack of data on the third floor of the castle, and in front of the office met the nightingale that was preparing to leave with a yawn.

“Haven’t you slept yet?”The latter stopped and picked up his eyebrows in amazement.

"I'm old and I haven't been able to sleep lately."The book smiled and shook its head, “Your Majesty, is he already asleep?”

"Well, he was back in the bedroom half an hour ago."

“Are you still in the office?”She kept her mouth shut, “Shouldn’t she be stealing your majesty’s snacks?”

"Ah... haha," said the Nightingale, first a little pause, then cough twice, "yes, I ate his spicy beef silk and stole two mouthfuls of mixed drinks, don't tell your majesty."

This time it was the book’s turn to shudder.

What happened to her... it was so easy to come back.The nightingale was never caught on the spot, but never admitted it.

But the thought that she and Wendy often touched her drink, the book would not know what to take.

"That, I'll go to bed first..." The Nightingale turned away and walked to the second floor. "Don't stay up too late, I heard Roland say that the older you get enough sleep, the bigger you get."She looked up at the bottom of the stairs, "Good night."

“Good night.”The book came back with a bit of a word and turned around and walked into the office.

Although the flame of the fireplace has been extinguished, the residual temperature of the heating is still there, and there seems to be some faint incense in the air.It seems that the nightingale has been here for a long time.

No longer thinking, the book book skillfully opened the bookcase, put the data in the hand into the classification and processing bar, and then took out the information to be answered by His Majesty.

It was a string of extremely long calculations, from the handwriting to see both Roland and Anna and Cereen.One of her daily tasks is to take these materials to the arithmetical academy, and let the astrologers calculate the answers, and then check them by the central carrier.

From the textual description alone, these things should be related to your majesty's new experiments.It was just that she did not understand at all why it was only on paper that she could determine the size of a device that no one had ever seen or even imagined.As if those on paper are not numbers, but sketching reality, which in her view is no different from foretelling the future.

Whenever I saw Anna's notes, the book couldn't help but sigh that the girl who was born in the border town had gone to a field they could not understand.Obviously, everyone was sitting in this office at the beginning, watching the interesting popular science experiments done by your majesty, and everyone could insert a word or two.And now he can follow his majesty, but only Anna is left.

But she did not feel any loss in her heart, and some were just full of pride.

Because that’s her sister.

The scroll sat down at Roland’s desk, opened the data as usual, intending to remember them all.This allows her to detect them in time even if there are omissions or omissions in the distribution calculation.

This time, however, she noticed something different.

“Is that... an eye?”

The book rubbed its eyes and found some formulas that vaguely fluttered with a string of characters, as if that were its answer.

If this is an assessment paper or an account file, it is not surprising.Since she mastered the quick search trick, she often saw the document at first glance, and she could tell where it came from and everything related to it.

The problem is that she saw this information for the first time.

Not only can the books of the meaning represented by arithmetic cannot be understood, but even the "answers" that flutter in the back are not understood, so it is difficult to understand.

And not every formula has a similar strange symbol after it, and most of the columns are still blank.

If you look at those empty symbols for a long time, you will even feel dizzy.

It seems that the nightinge is right, staying up too much has an impact.The book sighed, and his sleepiness has been not high recently, as if the brain is always running at high speed.

If she had let the hospital open some sleep ferns tomorrow, she couldn't help but think that this thing had little side effect on the witch, and it should have no effect on taking it once or twice.

After barely remembering all the information, the book suddenly felt that a strong sense of dizziness hit his heart, and even the consciousness was a little confused.When she involuntarily leaned forward, the pen holder placed on the table was also taken down by her hand.

But this dizziness came and went quickly, and in a short amount, she felt that she was back to normal, not to mention that there was any discomfort, and her thoughts seemed to be much clearer than before.

The book blinked, confirmed that it was indeed unharmed, and bent down to pick up the pen rack with a bitter smile.

At that moment, she was covered in lightning.

The look of the floor has changed.

Her Majesty's Office was a scene she would never have mistaken, and the floor was a pine from a forest of fascination, covered with a layer of woolen carpet, which, though a little stale in appearance, had never been replaced by His Majesty.Now the carpet under the feet is still wool carpet, but the floor in the distance has changed the material.

From wood to stone.

How is that possible?

The book looked up carefully, and a heart continued to sink downward.

More than just the floor, the whole office seemed to be changed, and the recessed loungers disappeared without a trace, replaced by a row of old iron filing cabinets that at first glance looked like archives in the Executive Hall.

But she must have been in the castle before!

Oh, the floor-to-ceiling window!

It is the most preferred decoration of His Majesty, and it is also the characteristic of the office, as long as you look out, you can see the winter city that lights up under the night.

The book jerked back and pulled open the velvet curtains behind it.

There is only a gray brick wall in the eyes.

There was no doubt that this was no longer the office of His Majesty the King, whom she was familiar with.

She got up in panic and threw herself to the wall twice, and the wall was immobile—you could hear it from the steady echo, obviously it was not an illusion, but a real entity.

The book felt a bit of desperation.

Anyone who is suddenly transferred to a completely closed strange place, afraid that there will be a strong sense of helplessness and vulnerability.

No . . . she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.Completely closed and not accurate, in the corner of the two rows of filing cabinets, there is an inconspicuous iron door.It and the cabinet are almost a color, and it is easy to ignore it if you don't look closely.

It seems to be the only exit of the room.

Where does the iron door lead?

Is it a trap waiting for her or another wall?

The book stopped thinking about these questions and slowly grasped the doorknobs.

“Crystal –”

The iron door opens.

A ray of golden sunlight came into the house, and then the silence was broken, and countless sounds came in with the cold air - there was a raucous conversation, a beeped whistle, and endless footsteps.In front of her, countless people were hurrying down their heads, and occasionally some people would glance at her, showing a little amazing color on her face.

After this group of people, a huge tall building like a mountain came and went, occupying the whole view of the book.