Chapter 732 The Library of the Female Gangster’s House

In the architecture of the Dark Gods, "towers" are a very important thing, such as bell towers, lighthouses, library towers, and IV-shaped void nodes. The earliest void nodes usually only have the image of a heavy castle or a domed palace. Now those tower-shaped void nodes were redesigned by the Supreme Dark Goddess according to her own preferences. We happened to pass by such a node. At first, I thought all void nodes were high towers.

The Dark Gods' fondness for the image of high towers may be related to their leader, the Supreme Dark Goddess, who prefers such buildings. They are used to embellishing one or two towers on whatever they build, and they always make them appear just right. Abrupt, these tall and slender towers give the palace of the Dark Gods a much more elegant and mysterious feeling. They can be said to be one of the countless artistic treasures accumulated by the Gods in their endless years: for an infinitely long race, the ability to It’s not easy to maintain the same hobby for so long.

Bingtis's home - well, let us call this brutal home accurately the palace - of course also has high towers, which are the four huge bell towers we saw at the beginning, placed at the four corners of the palace. It is the most satisfactory design of Uncle Kuvain. Each tower has its own meaning. The first tower was designed by the uncle when he was an adult and was named Kuvain Bell Tower. The second tower is to commemorate the success of picking up girls. It is the Aishali Tower. The third tower is to commemorate the birth of Bingtis, so its natural name is the Tower of Bingtis. The fourth tower is for symmetry.

The meaning of the four towers is so clear, but Bingtis herself rarely calls her four towers in such a regular manner. Our escaped goddess is used to randomly naming these lighthouses in her own way. The specific name depends on her. Which world have you recently passed through?

The last time Bingtis returned to the God Realm, he named them Green Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku Xuanwu, but just fifteen minutes ago, they had the honor of receiving a new name: East Wind, South Wind, West Wind, North Wind...

I don’t know what’s going on. Anyway, a certain goddess is now in a mahjong match. At this moment, I am deeply worried about Lin’s remaining scales, because in theory, the Dragon God girl who is always suffering has nothing to do with the powerful rogue goddess. There is no room for resistance.

Speaking of Lin, the four of Monina had already gone back at noon. Even though they were all like that, they also had their own temples and their own priesthoods to take care of. But to be honest, I can’t imagine how a cook, an idiot, a boss, and a good old guy who only knows how to be very nice can each of them become a majestic god with a large number of believers, especially Lin, who can hug someone at the slightest sign of trouble. Wannian Shou holding her head in apology - can she really accept the worship of all people in the temple without being scared to tears?

Dingdang will always be an alien, or the little thing has completely forgotten her identity. She will continue to live in my pocket as a matter of course, treating it as her official palace. It seems that if we don't remind her, she will forget it. I still have a property in the God Realm.

The divine world also has a similar alternation of day and night as the human world. In other words, all the regular things such as the alternation of day and night, the change of yin and yang, etc. in the human world are actually the external influence of the information from the divine realm. When we came to the divine realm, it was morning, and now the time has already Towards the evening, Bingtis, who was very excited, was leading a group of us around her house. With her straightforward nature, she was now like a big child showing off her treasures.

"These bell towers are places where treasures are kept. I often played in them when I was a child and got lost several times." Bingtis led us to the first tower of the temple. "This place is the library. Dad folded the space inside so that it can accommodate countless books collected by my mother - my mother likes books, and she collects all kinds of texts, classics and archives, you see."

The so-called library that appears in front of us—if a tower grander than Karazhan could be called a library if it were all used to store books—its scale has exceeded common sense. We see no light source here, but the soft The light fills every inch of the space. When you look at it, the space inside the grand tower is almost entirely filled with endless bookshelves. There are dark runes floating on the surface of these simple and heavy huge shelves, floating quietly in the air, not only boundless in all directions. It spreads endlessly, and even the sky above where the top cannot be seen is filled with such bookshelves. Sections of suspended stone steps float slowly between these floating bookshelves. Most of them have one or two servants responsible for managing books. In the more open areas in the air, there are some floating obsidian with small round tables and high-backed chairs. The platform seems to be prepared for readers.

"I know that in the opinion of Apostle Xiling, it is a waste to build the archives like this. You prefer to build a simple and high-speed database. If you want new information, you can download it online - but my mother doesn't think so. She always It means that the value of a book lies not only in its information, but also in its meaning as a 'book' itself."

"I agree with your mother's view," Sister smiled gently, looking at the nearest bookshelf, "Can we read the books here?"

Bingtis waved her hand generously: "Whatever, just like my own family, my mother likes books and likes others to read books, as long as they don't get damaged."

I was also a little curious, so I reached out and took down a large, heavy-looking black book from a nearby bookshelf, muttering: "I hope that the little bit of divine writing I know can help me understand the catalog of this thing."

"It doesn't matter, eighty percent of the books here are not written in words."

Bingtis's words made people stunned, but at this time, I had already discovered the special feature of this "book": the cover of the book in my hand was pitch black, and there were not even any symbols that could be used to distinguish it, let alone the book. Name, it looks extremely heavy, but is almost weightless in your hand.

With strong curiosity, I opened the title page of the book, which was blank.

It is not the same thing as those gorgeous and exquisite books full of sacred texts that Dingdang held all day long when he was reviewing for the make-up exam.

"What's this?"

I was surprised to flip through the book with no words at all in my hand. It was obviously a weightless thing, but it made a crisp and sweet paper folding sound when I flipped it. I flipped through a large book to the end, and there was still a No words were seen.

Bingtis looked at me with a mysterious smile and suddenly asked: "Gangdogon was bitten by a flower-tailed fox when he was sixteen years old..."

"It's quite itchy," I curled my lips involuntarily and stretched out my hand to scratch my waist, "The wind was very strong that day... Oh! What's going on?"

It wasn't until I involuntarily answered Bingtis's question that I suddenly felt something was wrong. Who is Gundogon? Is the flower-tailed fox a magical thing? More importantly, I felt a sudden itching on my waist! ?

"The name of this book is Gundogon." Bingtis took the big book in my hand, patted its cover gently, and then put it back on the bookshelf where it originally stayed. "This is the book in the library. One of the types of books in the collection, all memories. Gangdogon was a very ordinary mortal boy. He was born in a farmer's family who devoutly believed in my father. His life was ordinary. He was born in an ordinary way and grew up in an ordinary way. He was like the only one in the village. The dark priest learned to write his own name and keep accounts. When he was fourteen years old, he dreamed of taking over his father's land and building a new mill. On his sixteenth birthday, he was bitten by a flower-tailed fox because he was trying to turn to the darkness. A small price to pay for the priest to prove his bravery... At the age of eighteen, Gundogon died of a serious illness, a plague broke out in that world, and the power that the only dark priest in the village received from my father was not enough to save Everyone.”

I swear this is the first time I have seen Bingtis speak with such a peaceful and even compassionate expression. To put it more exaggeratedly, I saw motherhood on the face of this female gangster - or the love of God, Anyway, at least when she talked about the mortal named Gundogon, all kinds of words that needed to be coded filtered out of her mouth.

"Then the book just now was..."

My sister asked softly.

"Gondogon is a mortal child with ideas, I can only say this. He suffers from the shortness and obscurity of his life. After all, he is only an eighteen-year-old child - not even enough to be called in that world. As a young man, and one of countless ordinary peasant children, he knew that he would leave nothing behind in his short and ordinary life. Soon he would be forgotten by everyone, and at most he would become an eternal memory in the hearts of his parents. Scar. So he told the priest his last wish before his death: "

"Let me be remembered, at least that I lived."

"The wish of a farm boy who could only write his own name and keep accounts was not to survive, but to do this... To be honest, everyone found it a bit incredible, but the priest still fulfilled his duties. Perhaps out of compassion, the priest piously added this wish to his prayer at the funeral. My father happened to hear this prayer, so he lowered his voice personally and told the priest and Gundogon's parents. :Okay, I will remember this child."

"In this way, Gundogon became one of my mother's collections of books. His soul has returned to peace, but his short and ordinary life is completely recorded here, down to every detail, even every breath he took. Record. The memory of mortals is too short, so we have to remember this child on their behalf. Every time you read this book, his life will become something in your memory, just like you watched him grow up. , but you won’t notice it yourself.”

"Well, an... uncomfortable story." Lin Xue stuck out her tongue, lowered her head slightly and looked at the surrounding bookshelves from under her bangs, "Are all these books like this?"

"Absolutely. The books in the library are placed in categories. There is almost this kind of information here," Bingtis led us to wander among the countless bookshelves. "Of course, not every book has such a story, such as This book: Laguna, a cheerful dark elf, is a comedian, and wishes to let the happiness she once brought to people be passed on forever. This book records all her joyful emotions. Reading through it can make you immersed. In happiness, although there is not a word in it. This book is the Notes of Ulin, a very interesting alchemist who invented three hundred kinds of cheap toys for civilian children. In the end, he hopes that his inspiration can be used in After death, this tricky wish gave the local dark priest a headache. In the end, my mother could only let his alchemical inspiration turn into this handbook. With this book, even the worst alchemist can jump at any time. Come up with great ideas that are whimsical and feasible. Of course, you can only invent small toys. Don't bite the little bubble. The thing you are holding is inedible. It is the Sule Scroll, a relic of a temple chef who recorded himself. All the delicious food in life, yes, that scroll is full of taste... Hey! Sandora! You can't eat it!"

We walked among the bookshelves with expressions of surprise, exclaiming in low voices from time to time as Bingtis introduced them one by one. Except for Sandora, who was somewhat familiar with this place, everyone was fascinated by this magical place. Amazed. Every book and every scroll here records things that in our minds cannot be recorded in books and are easily forgotten, a period of life, an insight, a joyful heartbeat, and a sincere feeling. Feelings... These things quietly turned into "books", just like their former owners' wishes, becoming records that will never fade away.

"Memories, insights, everything," Bingtis's voice came from behind the bookshelf in front, "My mother likes to collect these, and my father is always running around looking for these things worth collecting for her. Every volume here Books vary in size and weight. Their size depends on the owner's first impression of the book, while weight is the weight of 'information'. A peasant child's ordinary life is as light as nothing, while a philosopher's lifelong wisdom is Much heavier.”

"Plop——"

There was a loud noise, and Lilina was pressed to the ground by a big gold-covered book. She danced for a long time and couldn't get up. There was a mercury lamp grinning in the air next to her. It was obvious that this book was someone's. The little doll pushed down and accurately knocked over her lifelong rival.

"Tuham's memoirs," Bingtis said with some emotion, and a divine servant quickly flew over to take away the heavy book on the back of a pseudo-loli priestess, "Tuham is a world, but a new student has been born early. Yao's world, one of the worlds I created with my own hands. Just after it gave birth to civilization and world consciousness, it encountered a devastating abyssal eruption. I was unable to undo that disaster, but all the lives and worlds in the Tuham world My own consciousness was trying hard to survive, so my parents helped me make this book out of them. Obviously, it is very heavy."

I remembered the paper ash machine I made in my first handicraft class when I was a child. Later, it was destroyed in a catastrophic fire: Qianqian Cannon was set on fire. Now that paper machine still remains in our memory. From various aspects, I think that memory is of the same nature as Bingtis's, except that the results of his first handicraft class were too cruel.

"How many books are there in here?"

Qian Qian couldn't help but asked curiously.

Bingtis shrugged: "Who knows, I said that the concept of the God Realm is vague, and many things can be done with vague concepts, such as this library. There is no specific number for its collection of books. In theory, it has unlimited Capacity, and my mother has infinite enthusiasm for collecting books, so its final scale will be infinite. I even suspect that if this place continues to expand, it will be as exaggerated as the library tower of the Brilliant Court of God: that place is the library of God the Father. "

This is another incredible news, but in just half a day in the God Realm, we almost feel normal that everything here is abnormal.

Bingtis began to lead us to the upper level of the library, riding on those platforms floating in mid-air. The collection of books in the library is divided into many areas. In addition to the incredible "memory" area just now, there are also data sets that record the history of the world, the reproduction of races, the process of creation, etc., as well as tools that describe how to use various artifacts. Books, as well as the family encyclopedia of the gods, such as how to "let there be light" with greater efficiency. The higher you go, the more difficult it is to read the books, from being able to read by touching to being able to read by mastering the corresponding rules. Of course, we know nothing about those professional books. The technical system of the Protoss is not the same system as the Xiling at all, but it makes people What's speechless is that Dingdang basically fell into confusion at the same time as us... The little thing couldn't understand anything from the family encyclopedia upwards.

"To be honest, I really doubt how you got into elementary school, and how did you get this magical power."

Bingtis explained his doubts to the little thing very sincerely.

"Supernatural power is innate. During the elementary school exams, jingdang throws dice." The little thing answered cheerfully.

You can't afford to hurt the students who failed in the primary school entrance exam!

The library at Bingtis' home is eye-opening, but seeing this goddess leading the way while talking about the collection of books here, I became more and more confused, and finally couldn't help but interrupt. Bingtis's introduction - although my question may be a bit rude.

"What, Bingtis, why do I feel like you have become a different person after you arrived in the library?"

Explosive goddess sister looked at me curiously, as if she didn’t quite understand what I meant, but Qianqian was more outspoken than me, and she hit the point directly: “I feel like you are suddenly knowledgeable and sensible, and you don’t look like a gangster at all!”

Not only does he not look like a gangster, when talking about a specific book, this guy is as quiet and polite as a young lady! She can even say the four words "Father". You must know that the best way she usually calls Uncle Kuvain is "Daddy".

Faced with Qian Qian's straightforward question, Bingdis rolled her eyes immediately: "Nonsense, this is a special place, I still know some sense, and if you make a scene in the library, you will be punished by my mother. I had enough as a kid!”

I don’t know whether it was the respect for the “library” or the psychological shadow of childhood that made Bingtis calm down, but this quiet version of the gangster goddess is really eye-catching. At least I know that a certain female gangster is not always Her mouth is full of mosaics every moment, and she also acts like a girl sometimes - but now I have a second question: "Bingtis, after hearing you say so much, have you read all the 'books' here? !”

"Of course it's impossible," Bingtis immediately shook his head, "Mom's books can't be read all, but I've seen all the bookshelves we passed just now. Hey, Chen, don't show that look. I usually have nothing but Fighting, what I like most is reading!”

At this moment, I was shocked.

Bingtis's second hobby is reading? Aren’t they collecting protection fees one after another?

Seeing that everyone had disbelieving looks on their faces, and even Sandora was grinning evilly, the rogue goddess felt ashamed and said angrily: "Hey, hey, what do you mean? You forgot about me. Were you still a high-level technician before? I have directly trained as a dark god to become a high-level goddess of light, okay? I am a true knowledge-based talent!"

Okay, I did forget about this, but a Bingtis sister who likes to hold a book and accompany the sunset when she is quiet really does not fit the usual impression of this guy, okay?

"Hey, forget it if you don't believe it," Bingtis waved his hand angrily, and then looked at the countless tomes on the nearby bookshelf, "I'm really disappointed. Books are such good things. When you open them, you can It touches the soul and can touch the enemy's head when closed. Why can't I like something like this that can both broaden the horizons and serve as a brick..."

Damn it, you didn’t tell me earlier! Now we believe it!