Chapter 1491: Chapter 873: Imperial Crown (Part 2)
The person working in the library, while organizing the books, turned his head and saw the High Priest standing in front of the shelves, just pulling out a book.
Today, she wore a silver-gray long robe, thin and outlining her tall and slender figure with flowing lines, exuding an elegant aura. The outer robe was draped over the armrest of a nearby chair, and she still wore her wooden clogs, with her body and silhouette elongated by the light.
This Strategy Chamber was so vast, the shelves so high, highlighting the emptiness and quiet around her.
It made her look as lonely as a magnificent firework display in a prosperous age.
He snapped out of his daze and stepped forward.
"Imperial Crown"
The High Priest took the book, turned her head to look at him, her gaze gleaming under the flowing light, breathtakingly brilliant.
She asked him some questions about the techniques.
He was puzzled in his heart, but he answered nonetheless.
A moment later, the High Priest opened the book in her hand, the pages turning automatically with a rustle. In a moment, she closed it, flicked her finger, and hundreds of heavy books automatically emerged from the bookshelves, floating and stacking on the ground.
"Go call two more people, and have all the descriptions of the Wildfire Secret Technique in these books copied, and research a hundred new Wildfire Secret Techniques for me."
Copying was a small matter; research was the big deal.
As he hesitated.
"The appendices of this book were all compiled by you, this kind of skill is enough."
Her light touch was a mastery of everything.
He suddenly understood that all his concealment was transparent to this person. With just one glance, she could see through his awkwardness and caution, his pain and resentment, and his current stalemate.
No matter how complicated the pharmacology and witchcraft secret techniques were in his mind, they turned into the simplest 123s. Compiling techniques was indeed not difficult for him, because after a year he had read tens of thousands of books here, and in terms of knowledge reserve, few Witch Spirit Court’s witch emperors surpassed him.
This was the ocean of knowledge, the source of the strong. He just didn’t expect to see this esteemed person again after two years.
She was as always indifferent and calm to him, with no peculiarity.
And now, she gave him a choice.
To do or not to do?
"Yes"
He bowed his head.
He thought, he should only be surrendering to the other’s might and his inner scheming.
Rather than her single glance’s elegance.
The work and research of the three were all in the Strategy Chamber. Although it wasn’t completely enclosed, because the place was so big and highly confidential, it was just the three of them.
The High Priest didn’t join them but read in the quiet hall on the other side.
Each time a part of the research was completed, it had to be sent to her for review.
The other two were academic talents, extremely poor in speech, old-fashioned, and timid. In front of her, they trembled and couldn’t articulate basic issues. After one or two times, the two felt ashamed and guilty, even though the High Priest never reproached them. They voluntarily let him, the newcomer, go...
He found it funny that either of these two, if they ventured outside, could stir up storms as Witch Emperors, change the weather with a flick of the wrist, yet here they had no confidence. Usually, they spoke quite coherently.
Until he walked in holding a book...
The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, semi-transparent silken curtains fluttered gently in the wind, casting a graceful and vague silhouette. The warm afternoon light slipped through the gaps in the silk, segmented into strips of semi-occluded warm tones.
His steps involuntarily paused.
People Under the Heavens all thought the High Priest was a dignified and inflexible person, but when viewed closely, her casualness and calmness could be felt.
When reading, she sat very relaxed, leaning against the chair, her long legs propped on a soft couch, sometimes resting her side face with one hand... turning pages carelessly, yet seemingly focused, occasionally moving a pen to write...
Sometimes, when interested, she would paint.
She was painting now, her whole body leaning on the couch, her left foot propping up a Jade Trout, her right foot hanging over her left, impossible to distinguish whether it was the Jade Trout like jade or her foot like jade; he could only shift his gaze, stepping forward to place the book on the table.
She put down the drawing board leaned against her thigh, setting it aside.
He glanced at it and was suddenly startled, because the fish in the painting moved. As he looked, as if triggered, it suddenly jumped out, instantly turning into a live fish leaping into his arms...
Having tolerated and held his breath since childhood, he wasn’t entirely lacking composure, but this time he was truly caught off guard, both hands flailing in panic to catch the lively fish, several awkward attempts later finally catching it, sweating profusely... He looked up to see the person silently watching him.
The gaze was somewhat peculiar.
——Of course, it was because his recent series of reactions and actions had been utterly ludicrous.
In utter embarrassment, he suddenly didn’t know what to say.
No matter how meticulous the mind, it couldn’t function smoothly under the gaze of this person.
The person on the couch tilted her head slightly, "Your hair crown is crooked."
Even more embarrassing than kneeling for three days that time.
He felt awkward, because this Imperial Crown’s tone... was so calm, like simply reminding him that his belt was undone.
After thinking, he blurted out such words.
"Imperial Crown, do you still want the fish?"
As soon as he said it, the fish flicked its tail, hitting his chin and bouncing out... landing on the ground... with a slap, turning into ink.
The ink spread naturally on the ground.
Amazing artistry.
Ignoring the chill on his chin, he instinctively looked at her, and with a flick of her finger, the ink on the ground retracted, including the ink on his chin, returning to the inkstone.
"Ink Spirit Fish always favor the spiritually aware... Your will and spirituality are pretty good, you could paint to cultivate yourself in the future."
He was surprised, although he never liked such leisurely hobbies of poetry and painting indulged by those without life’s worries, yet... at the moment, he found it quite appealing.
"Yes"
Then came the rigorous academic report...
She asked, he spoke, she listened, and time passed like this...
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