In the year 907 of the New Geli Empire, the year 23 of Rod and the year 2792 of the continent.

To the south of Wengel City, the capital of the New Geli Empire, there is a city called Rod, which is the capital of the central politics of the imperial federation. It is also the center of the democratic rule of the entire empire. In the center of Gad City, there is also a grand mansion of the federal government. In a beautiful small forest in the garden of the mansion, there is a simple and gorgeous small villa. There is the residence of the future heir of the empire: 17-year-old Nord Wengoma Lianyu Randen.

In the middle of the night, the round moon in the dark night emits a charming white-yellow light. The white-yellow moonlight shines on the flag tower of the mansion. The federal soldiers wearing Caffero helmets stand straight at their posts. The bayonets on their revolving rifles are shining by the moonlight. The pool in the small forest is illuminated by the moonlight with a charming atmosphere. The fireflies fly among the grasses, as if this bright moonlight is their stage curtain.

Randen sat at his desk in his room writing his diary. He had black straight hair, and the dim yellow light from a small table lamp made of magic stone on his desk shone his beautiful blue right eye like a sapphire in a fairy tale: elegant and not ostentatious. But his left eye was always covered with a black eye patch. He held a steel pen in his hand and made a rustling sound on the light yellow sheepskin paper. The solemn face of an oriental person looked handsome under the light.

“Dong…Dong…” The distant church bell came in from outside the window: it was already late at night.

“Hmm…” Randen slowly put down his pen and sighed deeply. He turned his head and looked at the white moon outside the window and said softly: “It’s not too late…” He lowered his head and looked at a photo with a frame on his desk and was silent for a while. He could imagine someone’s shadow in his mind.

After that shadow disappeared, tears began to roll in his eyes. He slowly lowered his head and said sadly: “I owe you too much, Baina. When can I repay my due responsibility?” And on that photo was an elf girl named Celis Baina who took it under the national flag before the war. At that time, Baina was wearing a white imperial ceremonial soldier uniform, her golden hair was tied into a ponytail, and her gold shoulder strap on her white uniform shone with golden light. Baina stood under the union flag at that time, smiling, her emerald eyes were shining especially beautiful and moving by the bright sun, and Randen immediately took out his camera made of memory magic stone to store it when he saw it. And this smile can be said to be Randen’s faith all along.

But in the final battle of the war, it was obviously the last battle! But brass bullets still turned this beautiful white lilac into dust in front of him, making her unable to appear again.

“Ah, great saint… I sincerely pray that you can bless her soul to rest in peace.” Randen took off his blue crystal necklace from his neck and whispered softly. He has always felt guilty for his negligence because it was just a small mistake he made that caused him to lose his only faith and dependence. The only angel who could understand him had already passed away…

At this time, his room door was knocked.

“Please come in,” Randen raised his head and wiped away his tears politely replied. “General sir,” an old man wearing a dark black gorgeous butler suit came in after knocking on the door and asked: “It’s already past 12 o’clock, don’t you rest?” The speaker was a man over fifty years old. Although he was very old, his wise brown eyes were extremely bright. He wore a pair of black leather shoes, and a golden pocket watch chain was clipped in the right pocket of his jacket. His white hair was mixed with a few strands of silver hair, and the moonlight shone on the golden buttons of his suit, flickering with dazzling light.

He was called Adora Chris Walton. He used to be a member of the Fourth Royal Special Operations Group, but he had already retired from his troops. But because of his powerful magic ability, he is now appointed as the administrator of the “End of the World · Jalanke” Forbidden Library, and at the same time, he is Randen’s housekeeper and bodyguard.

“Okay, I know.” Randen nodded and replied, “And Chris, please help me deal with the official documents I will use later and give them to me tomorrow.” “Yes, sir.” Chris politely answered him and then put a glass of water he was holding on the small table beside Randen’s bed and quietly closed the door and went out.

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“You like this kind of moon very much, Baina.” Randen turned his head and looked at the round moon in the dark night outside the window, and said softly: “Let’s love each other like this in the next life!” This is what you said to me the most, but now you in heaven have already forgotten it…". He inadvertently shed another tear, then slowly closed his diary, took out a pack of cigarettes made of yellow sandpaper from his desk drawer, skillfully took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then picked up an iron shell lighter on the table and flipped it open with his thumb. Lit the cigarette. The faint firelight of the cigarette butt flickered in the dark room. He took a deep breath and then leaned back on the chair and slowly exhaled the smoke. The night breeze made people feel very relaxed. He lay blankly on the back of the chair, looking at the lonely moon in the night.

In Wengel’s palace: “Nord Makari Holy Palace”, in the royal inner hall of the imperial palace, there is a middle-aged man about 50 years old who is reviewing petitions by himself. He wears a red dress with gold silk decorations on his shoulders shining under the jumping candlelight. The golden halo in the palace makes people feel that their tight nerves are slowly relaxing. His hair has turned gray due to long-term political involvement: he is the seventh emperor of the New Geli Empire: Nord Kalsat Rod. Suddenly, the emperor seemed to feel a very uneasy feeling, so he put down his pen, picked up a golden bell on the luxurious wooden table and shook it. A knight in armor came in after knocking on the door, pushed open the heavy wooden door, walked to the emperor, knelt on one knee, and said loyally: “Long live my emperor.” “Adora,” The emperor touched his beard under his chin and said in a heavy voice: “You send someone to see if there are any kittens or puppies sneaking in within my holy palace.” “Did your majesty feel it?” Adora Chilo asked curiously from the gap in his square helmet: “Where is it specifically?” “The holy forbidden library area.” “Yes, your majesty.” After speaking, Adora stood up ready to go to patrol near the forbidden library. The emperor looked at Adora who was about to go out and suddenly stopped him and asked: “Wait a minute, how about dealing with the matter of sending envoys from the Elf Kingdom?” “It has been dealt with, your majesty.” “Is that so…” The emperor touched his goatee and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, the emperor raised his head and said slowly: “I will go back to rest first, you go and deal with those kittens and puppies… Remember to report to me tomorrow.” “Yes, your majesty.”

After Adora came out, he sighed and looked at several holy knights guarding both sides of the front door and said: “You guys come with me, please pay attention to whether there are any suspicious people left behind.” “Yes!” The other dozens of guards standing guard answered at the same time.

“Hey, there are so many guards here that no one should dare to attack…” Adora muttered to himself while looking at the end of the corridor on his left. And at the end of the corridor stood a soldier who was incompatible with other holy knights and stood guard seriously with a rifle. He muttered to himself: “I hope so…”

In a corner inside the palace, there is a huge iron gate. The iron gate is carved with various strange spells. In the moonlight of the night, it seems to emit a terrifying aura as if suppressing something.

“Hurry up! Hurry up!” In the dark, several figures whispered in front of the big lock

of the iron gate: they are a group of thieves hired by someone, trying to steal the forbidden books from the forbidden library.

“What the hell is this lock! Why can’t it be opened?” “After all, it’s the forbidden library in the palace.” Another shadow said: “It’s normal that it can’t be broken…” “Hey! Why not use fire magic to melt it?” Several thieves said. “That’s fine, after all, there is no other way.” A mage next to him said: “Then you watch out, be careful of the guards.” After speaking, the mage whispered a spell, and then his hand began to flash with red light. He faced the iron lock and began to gather the power in his hand, and then the iron lock was burned by the scarlet flame.

“Strange, why are there no guards…” A thief wondered: “Could it be that the royal guards are also lazy?” “Be quiet! Do you want to attract the guards? Come on, take it.” Another thief muttered and handed over a revolver.

The thief who looked at the wind took the revolver and saw a black crystal mark on the handle of the gun: it was a pistol produced by the Apato Military Factory of the Shayeli Republic. The thief was surprised and asked: “You this! Where did you get the Apato pistol? This is harder to get than Calenton, how did you get it!” “Hehehe… Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask…” At this time, from the corner of the shadow, a girl’s voice slowly came out:

“I hired you gentlemen to come, not to dig into my little girl’s bottom.” A girl wearing a black cloak slowly walked out of the dark and said jokingly: "You just have to do your job, and the guards… " The girl paused and put her finger on her mouth and smirked: “They have been solved by me.” Although the girl only showed one eye, but from her only exposed silver eye, she could directly feel her arrogance.

“Did you kill them?” The leader of a thief next to the mage calmly asked: “If it is discovered… it is not a problem that can be solved by money…” “Don’t worry, I don’t want this beautiful palace to be stained with black blood.” The girl said leisurely: “As long as you don’t mess up, it’s okay.” “Hmph, I hope so. We four don’t want to die here.” The thief muttered and looked at his revolver again, thinking: “This woman is not simple…”