At dusk, Badrick led Brian along the cobbled path, crossing an apple wood, and came to a slope leading to Candle Castle.

After a close observation, I found that this slope was much steeper than in the distance. To facilitate climbing, scholars set up a simple wooden staircase and shuttled back and forth between buildings along the hillside.

Although Brian, who had long been accustomed to walking, had lifted the curse that the lost lady Shar secretly cast on him, he did not forget the rules here. He followed Badrick like an ordinary person and climbed silently along the slope.

On the way up the mountain, they met more than a dozen scholars from Candle Castle.

The men wore dark brown scholar robes, pulled up their hoods, and watched them walk by curiously, but all remained silent without saying a word.

One led two cows to a low thatched cattle, the other was stirring butter, and on the higher side, there were three boys driving sheep, and upwards were a cemetery.

When the last ray of sunset disappeared on the sea level of Jian Bay, they finally climbed up the ancient basalt cliff.

Presented in Bryan's sight was a fortress-like castle. In the windows of more than a dozen towers, the light of candles flashed, creating a starry night sky in the dark.

With his keen intuition about magic, Brian clearly felt that these dozen towers were complete mage towers, and the guards were strictly guarding the largest library.

While he swept his eyes over these mage towers, he also noticed that prophetic exploratory magic fell on him, and then he took it back.

Around the candle castle, there is a large circle of low stone walls that are not mud-built, surrounded by a large cluster of buildings, windmills with creaking leaves, a room for scholars to sleep, a hall for eating, and a wooden temple for praying and meditating.

The windows of the temple are inlaid with glass, and the wide doors are carved with Ogma, the god of knowledge, and the statues of His followers.

Under Badrick's leadership, they did not enter the library of Candle Castle directly, but instead followed a walkway on a heptagonal spire to the back of the temple.

This is a vegetable garden. Even if night is approaching, some older scholars still bent over and pull weeds from the vegetable fields.

Badrick took him around an oak tree and came to a wooden door embedded in the hillside.

"A door with a cave?" Brian said with interest.

Everything here seems to have brought him back to the life of an ordinary person. It is precisely because of this reason that his heart becomes particularly peaceful and stable, and even the idea of ​​permanent seclusion here has been developed.

This made Brian unconsciously think of a word that could express all the things and things here: return to nature, the way of doing things is simple.

Perhaps this is the highest level of a strong man.

Faced with Brian's problem, Badrick's old face showed a gentle smile:

"This is called the Sage Cave. The first Sage who found this place lived in it. He once created many miracles and attracted many scholars to join. It was more than two thousand years ago, and the gate was added later."

After hearing this, Brian probably guessed the true identity of this so-called "sage".

Two thousand years ago, the Sage Cave might have been dark and damp, with mud everywhere, and the sound of dripping water echoed, but now it has changed.

The cave where Brian entered becomes a warm and comfortable secret room.

The floor is covered with wool blankets with huge nine-pointed stars, the walls are covered with brocade, and the long your candles emit a lot of light, and the furniture is singular and quaint, including a long table, a high-backed bench, and a box.

The bookshelf between the windows were filled with all kinds of weird books, while the table was filled with specimen bottles, alchemy tools, and other miscellaneous items.

A young Tifflin in a dark red wizard robe stood by the window, looking at the surging waves slapped the cornerstone of the candle castle, falling into deep thought.

In the corner of the table, there was also a slender green-skinned demon with warts, green skin, crazy eyes, black horns, and a tail that looked like a whip.

This is the Kwasse devil pet from the bottomless abyss, and Brian recognizes the identity of the devil.

"It's hard to express the joy of seeing you." Detecting their arrival, Tifflin slowly turned around and said, "What have you brought to me?"

Her figure is graceful and slender, with long light purple hair spreading to her waist, and a pair of curved goat horns stretching out from her hair.

She swayed her slender tail behind her slightly, and on her delicate red face, a pair of pure black eyes without pupils, stayed on Badrick and Brian for a moment, and smiled and welcomed:

"Every time my friend Badrick and Cat come, it's always a happy day. I am Sylvira Savikas and welcome new visitors. After all, there are so few new faces I've seen recently."

When she smiled, she showed two pointed little tiger teeth, adding a touch of playfulness to Tifflin's stern face.

"I am Brian, from Cormier, Ms. Savicas." Brian briefly introduced himself.

After some politeness, the three of them sat down on a high-back bench.

Badrick's leopard lay on the soft wool blanket, revealing its soft belly, stretching out its claws to play with the Quasimon.

The Tifflin wise man named Sylvira Savikas was obviously very enthusiastic about the two of them, but when Badrick mentioned the purpose of Brian coming here, she put away her smile and said, "I understand."

Then Ms. Tifflin changed the topic, "You must be thirsty. Please try our sweet cider and moisten your voice after experiencing the dusty journey."

She poured them wine in person and said:

"Cardcastle is the largest library in the Feren continent. What scholars here most yearn for is to be silent in silent books, so that they can feel as if they are silent in the torrent of time. Because all the knowledge in the world is hidden in books, but there is never anything or any reason, it makes scholars feel that it is natural to disturb the authors of these books."

"His Excellency Brian." Tifflin sat back on the chair, with black eyes without pupils, looking at Brian with a "godless" and asked with deep thought, "What do you think?"

"It should be." Brian pondered slightly and expressed his thoughts.

Tifflin's inquiry made him realize that the purpose of Badrick's hike to Candle Castle was to remove the curse that Ms. Lost had put on him for reading their works with respect for the authors of the book.

"You are wise and wise." Tifflin smiled and said to him, "I'm glad you can defeat the curse of Lost Lady and give us a chance to meet."

"I should thank Master Badrick for his guidance for this matter," said Brian. "It was his leadership that helped me out of the darkness."

"No." Tifflin shook his head slightly, "Master Badrick is only responsible for leading the way. What defeats the curse is your correct judgment of the rational heart of "Black Forbidden Book".

After saying that, she put down the cup in her hand and stood up, "The bell for dinner is about to ring. Friends, are you willing to share bread, meat and honey with me before heading to the library in Candle Castle?"

"Happiness is so great." Badrick nodded and his leopard echoed.

Of course, Brian had no objection.

Although this was his first time to come to Candle Castle, he had heard of the rules about Candle Castle.

If you want to check the knowledge in the library, in addition to handing over a book, you can have dinner with the wise men here and face all kinds of difficult problems.

As night fell, Tifflin took them to the restaurant with candlelight.

Candleburg's supper was the weirdest combination Brian had ever seen, but it wasn't unpleasant.

The food is plain and delicious, the freshly baked bread is crispy and warm, the freshly stirred butter is placed in the jar, which also has honey from the candle burger hive, and the thick stew contains crab meat, clam meat, and at least three different fish species.

I have to say that this is the most delicious dinner Brian has ever used so far, and even the brewed honey wine is particularly sweet when drinking.

And before the food came up, just like the rules of the candlestick, Tifflin Hillvilla did ask him many tricky questions.

For example: What is the most creative way to destroy a clock? Will the poisonous snake be poisonous to death by the poisonous snake?

Fortunately for Brian, he also has the helper who has lived for thousands of years, as a result of Golden Dragon Paralandask, or he would have been a little unbearable to resist Tifflin's various strange problems.

After dinner, the scholar Tifflin offered to send him to the library in Candle Castle.

Brian had no comment on this.

After saying goodbye to the monk Badrick, under the leadership of Sylvela, he came to the tower on the east side of the candle castle, facing the turbulent sword bay, which was colder and more deserted than the other side of the leeward.

The hillside is steep, the path winds through weeds, thorns and weathered rocks, and twisted and prickly trees attach tenaciously to the ramp.

Sylvia also lit a lamp like an ordinary mortal to illuminate the uphill road.

She stood at the corner halfway up the hill and pointed ahead and said, "On a clear night, you can see the lights of the Baldur Gate from here."

"It's true." Brian nodded slightly in the face of the bitter sea breeze. "After night falls, the prosperity of this port city can be seen from the bright lights."

"Yes." Tifflin let the wind blow her long lavender hair, sighed silently, and said slowly, "But the Baldur Gate I have witnessed is the closest place to hell in my impression..."

Brian naturally knew what the other party was referring to, and it was nothing more than the long-dead god of killing Barr, who was reborn in the midst of chaos and blood.

Then it can be imagined that tragedies were staged in the city on their own, causing the deaths of many dukes and a large number of residents in the city.

"Let's go." Before he could speak, Sylvira signaled him to set off.

She turned a corner and a simple tower appeared in front of her.

When Tifflin brought Brian to the library full of books, she explained the precautions and did not say goodbye immediately, but instead hesitated.

"His Excellency Brian."

She solemnly reminded: "The battle between the gods is definitely not a game that we mortals can easily participate in. I hope we will have a chance to meet again next time."

"There will be." Brian replied calmly in his chair, "Ms. Sylvela."

"I hope." After she said that, she turned around and left quietly.

Brian no longer delayed his time. Looking at the mountains of books and scrolls in front of him, he did not aimlessly find what he needed, but immediately contacted the golden dragon Paralandask in the Aurora Fire.

As the golden dragon's high-pitched spell echoed in his mind, gradually, all the books in the entire library were wrapped in an invisible energy like water waves.

This is the exploration prophecy used by Jinlong, which can accurately help him find the books he wants.

"At six o'clock, the third row is in line with the twelfth grid."

"At twelve o'clock, the last row, the second grid."

"At eight o'clock, the fifteenth row and the thirty-third grid."

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After Brian took all the books pointed out by Jinlong, he couldn't wait to check them out.

He learned in a book recorded by a lich servant who called himself Laroc:

"Although the famous prophet Ashindo, although his residence has never been found, many great masters believe that the prophet of the land is the master of the lost city of Oleme."

Another Simon City adventurer named Sweeter records the last message:

"Between the sand-blocked streets and broken towers, the road to my survival has disappeared, and death follows my panic, a lich skull burning with pale flames..."
To be continued...