The process of entering the secret meeting room was similar to deciphering.
He had to touch the floating switch at the exact spot and enter a dynamically changing password on the password disk that appeared.
At this point, the deciphering part was complete. Although there were only two deciphering steps in this part, it was quite difficult. The main reason was that the two deciphering steps were dynamically changing. If one didn't know the answer and just tried to decipher it by reasoning, one would need to be proficient in mageweaths, rituals, and arithmetic.
However, deciphering only revealed the location of the secret meeting room. The key to opening the door of the secret meeting room was the corresponding person's energy.
Currently, the only ones who could open the secret meeting room were Augustine, Margaret, and Olao.
The nature of their energy was recorded by the door of the secret meeting room. Therefore, only they could open the door of the secret meeting room.
As for why the steps to enter the secret meeting room were so complicated? The word 'secret meeting' was enough to explain everything.
A secret meeting, if expanded, was nothing more than a 'private rendezvous' or a 'secret date'. Even if one were to think with their toes, they would know the purpose of building such a secret meeting room in the Clear Sky Poetry Room. It had to be the place where Augustine and Margaret would meet privately.
It would be strange if it was so easy for a man and a woman who still wanted to pursue their love to choose a place for a private meeting even though there were so many obstacles.
When Oleo opened the door of the secret meeting room, bright light swarmed out from inside and drove away the darkness.
Walking into the secret meeting room, everyone immediately felt the difference. First of all, the inside of the secret meeting room was brightly lit, as if it was daytime. Also, the secret meeting room was different from the cramped space they had imagined. It was extraordinarily large, comparable to the hall where the wise men ruled.
The layout of the room was also very strange. Except for a huge portrait on the wall in front of them, the rest of the walls could not be seen with the naked eye. This was because they were all covered by bookshelves, and the bookshelves were piled with countless books.
In the middle of the secret meeting room, there was a round table and wooden chairs, as well as a short table and sofa.
All the furnishings were outlined with faint golden lines under the bright and beautiful light. The entire secret meeting room was like a Devout Church where God's miracle had descended.
However, there was no hymn in the air of this' cathedral ', only a faint smell of books. There was no statue of a god that showed mercy to the world, only a huge portrait of a young girl.
At this time, the alchemy puppet was standing in front of the portrait, looking at the smiling girl with an intoxicated expression.
It wasn't until everyone's footsteps alarmed the alchemy puppet that it reluctantly withdrew its gaze and turned to look at the newcomers.
"Sit." The puppet walked towards the round table and took the lead to sit down.
The others also took their seats. But there was a small interlude. The two seats next to the puppet originally belonged to Oleo and Adanis, but Adanis didn't want to sit next to the puppet. Instead, she sat in front of the puppet, looking like she wanted to face it head-on.
The alchemy puppet didn't care about Adanis at all. Instead, it invited Angor to sit next to it.
Angor was already walking away, but when he heard the puppet's words, he had no choice but to walk back.
Angor's goal was achieved. Next, he just wanted to be a spectator. However, the alchemy puppet seemed to have its eyes on him and wouldn't let him go.
Under everyone's gazes, Angor took the second seat. Dorcas and Kael sat next to Angor.
As for Wai and Black Earl, they sat beside Olao.
Adanis sat the furthest away. She didn't sit next to anyone, as if she was an isolated party.
After sitting down, the alchemy puppet remained silent for a long time, as if it was thinking about where to start.
No one urged it. It was a rule that had been formed over ten thousand years and couldn't be broken in a short period of time. It was normal for the puppet to think for a while.
But what they hadn't expected was that the first sentence the alchemy puppet said after recovering from its shock wasn't the main topic they had expected. It was —
"Did you see Margret? She's always so beautiful, no matter what. "
While speaking, the alchemy puppet kept glancing at the giant portrait in the distance and sighing with emotion.
Angor wanted to pretend that he didn't exist, but the alchemy puppet kept staring at him with its gem-like eyes. It was as if this "round table" couldn't go on if he didn't say something.
Angor had no choice but to act awkwardly. "Huh? So this portrait is of Miss Margret? I thought it's some goddess famous for her beauty. "
"Miss Margret is beautiful. No wonder you're so full of emotions when you read the poem, sir. It's all about your love for Miss Margret."
Angor spoke in an aria while complaining in his mind. Yeah, it's all about emotions. But no literary talent. It's like singing at the top of your lungs. There's nothing else to praise.
The alchemy puppet was satisfied with Angor's answer. "Speaking of poems, the bookshelves here are all collections I collected from different worlds. Many of them are unique. I'm sure you'll like them."
"Huh?"
What's that supposed to mean? Is he going to give me all these collections?
The alchemy puppet confirmed Angor's suspicion. "The energy here will run out soon, and we won't be able to protect the collection anymore. I thought about it and decided to give them to you so that the poet can inherit them. Giving them to the poet isn't a waste. It's a new life. Gifting a collection of poems to a poet is also a story worthy of praise. "
Before Angor could say anything, Adanis suddenly asked, "What do you mean by 'the energy here will run out soon'?"
The alchemy puppet didn't want to talk to Adanis. But when it saw Angor spacing out, it glanced at Adanis. "Olao will run out of energy if he leaves."
"It's up to him whether he wants to leave or not," Adanis said. "Even if the contract is canceled, he can still stay here."
The alchemy puppet chuckled. "Why would he stay here? Once the contract is canceled, he'll be sucked dry by the Chamber of Poetry if he stays here. It won't take long for his soul to dissipate completely. Do you think Olao is tired of living and can't wait to kill himself? "
Hearing this, Adanis frowned. Although she did not understand why Olao would be sucked dry by the Clear Sky Poetry Room once the contract was removed, she believed that Augustine would not lie to her about this kind of thing.
Olao had never told Adanis about these things … This meant that he was hiding it from her.
Adanis didn't mind. After spending ten thousand years with Olao, she knew Olao's personality all too well. He only did this to protect her.
Olao was a responsible man. He wanted to shoulder all the burdens and responsibilities on his own. He didn't want Adanis to worry about it.
But Adanis didn't like this. She didn't want to become a vassal. She wanted to share the burden with Olao … But Olao didn't seem to care about her growth. He didn't tell her about any difficulties. Only when his soul was lacking energy would he ask Adanis for help. As for other matters, he was unwilling to talk about them.
Just like this time, Olao finally revealed a bit of his inner thoughts, but he was telling her …
'I don't have much time left.'
This made Adanis both distressed and angry. She was distressed because Olao didn't cherish her, and angry because Olao didn't say anything earlier. He didn't discuss it with her and just shouldered everything by himself?
Adanis glared at Olao with bloodshot eyes, wanting to ask him something.
However, Olao was confused. He continued to look at Adanis with a gentle gaze. Although his gaze was gentle, it made Adanis very uncomfortable. Olao was still looking at her as if he was looking at a child who had yet to grow up.
The silent exchange of glances on the round table and the subtle atmosphere flowed between the two "souls".
Adanis looked like she wanted to say something, but she remained silent in the end. She lowered her head and didn't look at Olao or the alchemy puppet.
At this time, the alchemy puppet told a story with deep meaning. "Speaking of Margaret, I have to mention her father, Franklin. Why would Franklin stop me and Margaret from leaving? The difference in class was the main reason, but there was another reason. Franklin hoped that Margaret could be with another man. And that man is Margaret's best friend who grew up with her. "
"They grew up together. No, it should be said that Margaret watched him grow from a child to a young man. She was born sixteen years earlier than him. Because she watched him grow up and knew everything about him, Margaret could already imagine what it would be like if she fell in love with him. It would be dull and tasteless. Moreover, when love is strong, some people would think of the other person as a child, and some would think of it as a 'fire extinguisher'. Margaret was the latter. "
At this point, the alchemy puppet stopped.
When he suddenly told such a story, many of the people present revealed a thoughtful expression. They did not understand what he meant.
However, Adanis understood Augustine's story. This story was simply alluding to her relationship with Olao.
The reason why Olao had always treated her like a child was because Olao had been the one who had raised her since she was young. To Olao, he was a father, and Adanis was his daughter. A father was willing to shoulder all the burdens and cover for his daughter's difficulties. This could be said to be natural.
As for his daughter wanting to break through this layer of relationship and not be willing to be a father and daughter, but some other kind of relationship? That wasn't allowed in her father's eyes. This was unfilial and possibly incestuous.
Adanis raised her head and looked at the distant Olao. Olao's expression was normal, clearly not understanding the meaning behind Augustine's words … This also meant that Olao had never treated Adanis as an "adult".
Adanis suddenly had the urge to ask Augustine how she could change Olao's mind. How could she let Olao know that she was no longer a child?
But in the end, Adanis didn't ask. Instead, she lowered her head and sank into her own thoughts.
Adanis's silence meant that this little interlude had come to an end.
The alchemy puppet looked at Angor again. "So, reader, are you willing to accept my meager gift?"
A meager gift? The number of poetry collections here was almost as many as several small libraries in Cloud Library. How was this meager?
Next, he looked at the pile of poetry books around him.
Accept all of them?
He didn't feel too happy about it. Instead, he hesitated a little.
His attitude toward poetry was … well, he didn't have any attitude toward it. Just like all literary genres, it could be appreciated, read, praised, or collected if it was to your liking.
But that was it. He wasn't a hoarder. He wouldn't go crazy and collect all the poetry collections.
Of course, if the poems were "useful knowledge", Angor would accept them without hesitation. But poetry collections were just poetry collections. There might be some inspirational sentences, but they were still far from being "useful knowledge".
Angor took a look at the books and confirmed that they were all real poetry collections. Accepting all of them would be like chewing wax. Tasteless, but a waste to throw them away.
Still, if he could really receive so many poetry collections, including unique ones from different worlds, he would still be happy about it. If he couldn't use them, he could give them to Jon. Jon was interested in books from different worlds, so he wouldn't mind even if they were poetry collections.
Angor was still hesitating because … there were too many books.
So many that he couldn't even empty his bracelet. If he really wanted to take all of them away, he would need dozens of single-use space capsules, and he didn't have that many space capsules.
The puppet noticed Angor's hesitation, so it added, "There are too many poetry collections here. It'll be troublesome to take them all away. How about this? I'll ask Olao to put all of them into the mirror space. That'll make it easier to carry them around. "
"Objects from the material world will cause the mirror space to collapse, right?" Angor asked.
For example, when Angor transferred Gray Merchant's memories into the new mirror space, the mirror space was already teetering on the verge of collapsing. Now, Angor was going to put the real thing into the mirror space.
Even a stable mirror space could only hold a small amount of objects at most. Any more and it would break down.
Angor couldn't think of any mirror space that could support such a huge library.
The puppet smiled. "You're right. But don't worry. Olao's got something up his sleeve. Back when Olao and his brother traveled all over the world with me, I gave all of the poetry collections I found to Olao. "
Angor was surprised. Olao had a brother?
No, wait. Could Olao really find a stable space to store so many poetry collections?
Angor looked at Olao in confusion, but Olao didn't look back. He was still looking at the puppet.
The alchemy puppet continued, "Are you willing to accept these poems now? I'm going to share this wonderful story with my friends when I go back. "" That's right, "Lin Yiqian said.
Since the alchemy puppet had put it that way, he didn't reject it.
"Thank you, mister."
The poetry collections weren't that valuable anyway. He could use the Dream Whelk to move them to the dream wasteland and give them to Jon.
The alchemy puppet said, "The collection of poems is not a treasure, but it has a deep meaning for me and Margaret. If the poet is willing to accept them so that they won't rot, I should be the one thanking him. "
The alchemy puppet stared straight at Angor as it spoke. The puppet didn't show any expression on its face, but Angor somehow sensed something from its words.
Maybe it's just some poetry collections. What's so special about them?
Angor didn't think too much about it. The puppet was spending too much time on him, and he wasn't the main character of this meeting. Olao and Adanis were the main characters. So … shouldn't they talk about the real problem now?
It's better to look away from me right now, okay?
I just want to be a bystander. Don't drag me into this, okay?
With that thought in mind, Angor waited for the puppet to start the next topic with an expectant look.
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