What George really wants, though, are books that will be useful for the future development of the Sanctuary -- draining water, building walls on the scale of the City of Winds, and so on. So that Anthony wouldn't just 'know a little'.
But he's also very, very thoughtful about these banned books.
Apparently the Grand Maester would not let him read -- much less take away -- any of these forbidden books.
And even if only to read some general information, the bachelor is bound to accompany. Because in addition to the many precious documents that the bachelors did not want to let go. There are also some alchemy recipes.
But the old man was not available now, for a nobleman who had informed the Grand Maester of his party had just left when Garvey and George arrived at the door of his room.
Contrary to what had been said, the maester lived frugally and had no pretty maids, only a handsome male apprentice who kept his house and took care of him.
Lord Garvey got straight to the point -- he mentioned some books the Duchess was giving Elizabeth. And the valley recently more and more monsters, they also need to help Lady Elizabeth read some literature.
'I heard everything you and your ladyship were talking about. I have reservations about your ladyship's suggestion." The Grand Maester smoothed the hem of his robe and waved away the apprentice who had dressed him. "There is nothing in the library that can be used in that great graveyard -- unless you want to use it on bodies that are not yet awake. I think that the sword of the divine language, which the bishop has given you, is enough to fight any evil. But if you're greeting, head to the library. Only after I discuss it with my wife."
Lord Garvey's eyes widened when he heard this, wondering if he had heard it wrong. He had heard that many maesters regarded books as gold and would not allow outsiders to read them at will. But it never occurred to me that the Grand Maester would put them off with such an excuse.
After all, the duchess gave her word. And to hear the old man talk, it's like thinking they're going to learn witchcraft and become necromancers!
As the heroes who came here to bring food, the maester's words would not be believed. But the Grand Maester's position was so high that if he talked to the Duchess of Cambridge, it would cause a great deal of trouble.
"I'm going to the party. I'll talk about it with my wife tomorrow." The maester repeated his last words, and began to go out.
Garvey rolled his eyes as he looked at the haughty old man in front of him and sort of understood what he meant -- all the words were the words of the greedy old man in front of him, and the party was the old man's bribe time for them.
Lord Garvey's face looked a little sour at this thought, but he could only nod and let him go.
Just at that moment, the young knight came up to the door and stood in front of the maester. But his face, which made the maester look like he was smiling obsequiously, made him feel very impatient.
The maester opened his mouth to say something. But the next moment, the knight punched the old man in the face.
At the cry of the male apprentice, the old maester's face was distorted, and five or six teeth came out of his nostrils. Then his body took a difficult spin in midair and, in a precise trajectory, slid down to the bed in the distance.
Then he became motionless.
"These intellectuals deserve beating." "Said George, shaking his slightly sour hand, went over to the bed, and pulled out the large bunch of keys from the maester's waist.
Then he looked back at the flabbergasted apprentice and the Lord Garvey. "I've really put up with them for a long time."
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The handsome apprentice tried to scream, but Agee had a knife in his hand against his neck.
Looking at this bandit that Yin malicious look in the eyes, apprentice's pants crashing, wet a large.
"Cover your mouth, strip off, and tie yourself to that old man." Say that finish, George glanced at volpp: "go and tell the baron corral, college students will not attend the party today, he will accompany with us go to the library to read some literature - agee after you busy, to lock the door, tell it, it's so cold today, can't let xu wind knights busy, must arrange them out to drink a good wine. Then get some men together and I'll meet you at the library."
As he spoke, he walked over to Garvey, patted the guy, and pulled him out of the room. "Violence doesn't solve problems, but it does solve problems."
Until then, Garvey didn't believe what had just happened was real.
"Isn't it a little..." Garvey said, "And it's the Duke's house!"
"His Lordship has gone with his knights and his soldiers, and there's only one pussy and a bunch of booze... Oh, just a joke, don't be so nervous." Grinning at Lord Garvey's pale face, George said, 'Don't worry, Garvey. All the lords and knights of the City of the Winds have business to do to-day, and we are only taking books away. My Lady will not mind that at such a time."
The soothing words seemed to have no effect, except to make Garvey's face grow whiter and whiter. "My Lord, I don't think I can go to the library with you."
"Huh?"
"We're a little short of men at the moment. I must go to the barracks and get some men -- the castle gates must be guarded, or it won't be good for people to come in or go out at that hour."
George gave Garvey a thumbs-up.
He didn't think it was necessary, but it would have saved him a lot of trouble. After all, the patrols had, for some reason or other, clashed, and neither he nor the Duchess had a good ending.
And this is a better job for Garvey than for Alexander. He was sure he had some idea of how he was going to get the soldiers together -- today was not the same as yesterday. Yesterday a crowd of strangers came to town, but today they are all heroes.
Agee was moving faster than George had expected. He had not lingered long in front of the library when he saw Agee approaching with about two dozen men and two greenhouses -- many with bags in their hands.
After telling the two men to stand by the door, George pushed it open.
The library is a long rectangle, only a little smaller than the Cathedral of the Dawn. It seems to have only one story, but the bookcases are under a dome more than six meters high, requiring a ladder.
As far as I could see, the walls on both sides were piled with books, and there were no bookcases in the middle, only long tables and benches.
But the long tables were stacked with books, but the benches were not very crowded. Only seven or eight scholars were busy -- scholars who copied papers, who arranged, mended, and hung books.
There were also two young nobles -- daughters or relatives, it seemed, of the duchess -- who were quietly reading.
The sudden entrance of this group of knights surprised scholars. This was especially true when they saw the group swaggering the ladder after they had entered.
'You're so rough! "The books in that bookcase are not allowed to be read freely!" "How rude!
As if they had heard the scholars, the knights looked at them and nodded. Then he stopped reading the books. Instead, he took out the bag on his waist and put the books into it at random -- they did not know what was useful and what was not, but this row of books, since they were not allowed to read freely, must be good things.
"The old man." A dagger had been thrust upon one of the most learned men. Then the scholar opened his eyes and saw the little man with the knife and said to him, "You know what are the most valuable things?"
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