The three boys left the classroom, while Achilles stayed cleaning it; It should be noted that since the incident his personality seemed to have taken a 180-degree turn, and now he was working on being the best teacher in the school.

—Do you want to come with me to the bookstore?—Bianca asked, somewhat animated with the wooden badge.

—I can't— Franco said with some sorrow —I'm grounded, I have to leave as soon as the class ends; If not, my father will find out.

—And your Adam?—Bianca asked, trying not to go to the bookstore alone.

—Well—Adam answered roughly; still remembering what had happened when he followed a girl for the last time.

Adam and Bianca went to the school bookstore. It was located on one of the paintings on the walls of the hexagon. Upon entering, both were surprised at how big the bookstore was; it was gigantic; many, many times wider and taller than the main hexagons.

The bookcase was made of wood like everything on these floors, and it had a lot of books. But all the books were scattered on the floor piled mountains and mountains of books, creating a true landscape made up only of books. The books seemed to have different colors and the mountains were organized by color; so it was a landscape of colorful mountains made of books.

Still, the bookstore was completely empty. There was no one; Except for a receptionist who looked like an ant compared to the size of the bookstore.

When they entered, the somewhat nervous receptionist put down the book she had in her hand and stared at the two visitors.

The receptionist: She was dressed in black robes, she had circular glasses and a hooked nose, and her face was adorned with various hairy moles. The look displayed in her eyes by the receptionist was that of an evil witch, as she asked the two young visitors:

—They bring the badge, don't they?

—Yes, they just gave it to us—The two students answered at the same time.

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The witch's gaze relaxed, but the receptionist held out a skeletal hand to ask for their badges. The two young men, frightened by the dying appearance of her hand, handed over her cards, almost tossing them on the desk. Seeing the file, a rare attempt at a smile emerged from the receptionist, she looked for a book like the one the teacher had used in class and said with great euphoria:

—Happy 10 pages, youngsters! They can take a single book from that mountain.

She immediately opened the book, but nothing happened. It seemed that the book was very old and no longer worked properly because of the yellowed pages it had. The receptionist with some embarrassment put the book back, and she stared at the two children, who seemed to want to ask something.

—What genre are the books?—Bianca asked, looking at the colorful mountains.

But then, the old witch got up from her desk, she turned around looking at the bookcase and while she waved her hand as if seeking to point out the splendor of the landscape, she said in a mysterious voice:

—These aren't books...

The answer was somewhat crude, but then the witch raised both hands to the sky and shouted with great euphoria:

—These are biographies!!

The witch finished her performance and with an amused smile on her face for having acted somewhat childishly she sat down again and asked the two children:

—Do you know what a biography is, young man?

Adam didn't know, but luckily BIanca grew up with more general culture and answered for him:

—The biography recounts the life of a person and...

—Exactly!— The receptionist interrupted, still enthusiastically— We librarians are very lonely beings, so in general we don't have anyone to inherit a biography or a bank account. The bank account usually disappears, and the leaves appear in random books on the shelves.

Then the witch pointed to the mountain of books and said cheerfully:

—But the biographies go to the school that gave the black robe to the librarian. He is lucky to be in a very prestigious school; one of the most important in the 200 lower and upper floors. So the biographies of this school only get better over the years.

The two boys seemed quite excited, not so much because of her explanation, but because the old witch's heart almost jumped out of her chest with the emotion she put into the talk.

Then the old witch stood up again and walked behind the two children, she took them by the shoulder and said:

—Now you will receive a godfather: a person who will share his secrets and life experience with you, use him well and remember not to lose him.