—Of course, I realized that heroes didn't last long if I didn't cure them—said the eyeless old man with some pride—a pity that he threw those mushrooms away, but the monk told me that there was a double promotion. On wooden floors, it is the first time that the event happens.

—Is there a difference from the previous ascent?—Adam asked as he sank further into the magical water.

—Politically speaking: yes. For practical purposes: no—Answered the eyeless old man, it seemed that his anger had gone from waiting for the young man to heal—Each promotion is a tactical weapon delivered to all the shelves. If you wanted to achieve something big: it's now or never for all of them.

—Why is it better now than before?—Adam asked, taking advantage of the fact that the old man finally released information, although that meant that he was almost always looking for something from him.

—The more weapons, the more dead in a war—the bookshelf answered reflexively, looking at the boy without opening his eyes in the water—But the more weapons, the more possibilities.

The old man without eyes saw that the boy was still reflecting on the subject with his eyes closed and decided to add:

—All the shelves now have two very heavy weapons, and their budget for all the plans during the ascent that they had been mulling over for years was to only have one. In other words, they will be able to waste resources to obtain what they sought with this war.

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Adam, understanding the situation, opened his eyes and looked at the old man watching himself from the ceiling, calmly he said:

—I guess you were happy not because of the magic book, but because now those 5 booklets are worth much more.

—For the two of us, the booklets are worth much more—answered the eyeless old man with a hoarse voice—I'll try to get you to deliver the booklets in the next few days. The sooner you complete this mission the better, the times that are coming are not good for your race.

— In the next few days? Don't you mean in a few years?—Adam answered with some annoyance, more than once he had eaten an annoyance over this matter of relative times.

—Yes, the booklets are going to need at least 2 more years —Answered the old man without eyes— In dark times, the booklets acquire more and more interesting hobbies.

—They don't seem like such dark times to me—Adam answered, closing his eyes again to relax in the magical water.

—You're at the climax, at the height of your race—commented the eyeless old man with concern, —Of course it's not dark, it's golden in your time.

—They don't seem like such golden times to me either—said Adam thinking of the lunatics on the 5th floor, for the young man it was a shame that they were abandoned in such a cruel way—By the way, can the shelves give promotions?

—No, of course— answered the eyeless old man—it wouldn't make sense either.

—But the baron was the one who gave Cesar the promotion—Adam commented with doubts about the number 00008

—That is sensitive and expensive information, you should keep it—Said the eyeless old man searching his mind for some way to replicate the same—It could be for him, but the conditions have to be bestial. How did he do it? Tell me the details.