Arcane Rebirth

Jialan could feel the arcane tide originating from [Book Ryan] surging majestically in his body, which caused his cold and rigid body to gradually wake up from his deep sleep.

Slowly opening her eyes, a light blue light flashed through her black gem-like eyes. Jialan slowly climbed up, her whole body making "knocking" noises like a gray skeleton.

After moving her stiff neck, the joints made a snapping sound, and Jialan snorted softly in comfort.

[This is where?]

Looking around blankly, the familiar bookshelves in my memory turned into shelves filled with all kinds of "stuff". It seemed that even the spatial layout of the room had changed.

[Am I not organizing bookshelves in the reading room?]

Jialan frowned and thought for a long time, and his memory gradually came back to him. He suddenly woke up and couldn't help but opened his mouth and exclaimed, but only a low and hoarse "Uh~~" came out from his throat.

[Damn! I sound like a wizened zombie.]

Swallowing her saliva hard, her throat was wet and dry, Jialan looked down and found that she was on a marble table that looked like an altar.

[Sacrifice? Am I being used as a sacrifice by a believer of a cult?]

He looked around for a while. It was pitch black all around. There was not even an [Eternal Burning Torch] or [Lighting Staff]. The octagonal window on the roof projected a soft light blue moonlight down and enveloped him.

, making his still unconscious limbs feel a touch of warmth.

In the light blue moonlight, there are a large number of light spots that look like dust particles, or like plankton in the deep sea, fluttering lightly and gathering into a tulle-like bunch, naughty like little goblins flying out of thin air.

It danced and circled around him gently for a few times before gathering at his chest.

Jialan looked down and saw a light blue crystal pendant on his chest. It was his administrator [catalog stone], the key to the entire "Kranborg Library" with up to three million libraries.

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[Did the directory stone wake me up?]

Jialan raised his slender but pale fingers, wanting to release a [Dancing Light Technique] as lighting, but a "dry" feeling came from the depths of his brain, causing the corners of his eyes to twitch heavily.

The weak body began to shake involuntarily.

Helplessly, he put down his palms and did not try another [Floating Disc Technique]. Instead, he honestly used his stiff body to climb down the marble "altar" on his hands and knees, even though the altar was only one and a half meters high.

, Jialan also didn’t think that his zombie-like muscles and skeleton-like bones could land smoothly.

As for why not use [Floating Disk Technique] to create a first-level step?

The arcane energy source in his body has dried up enough to emit thick smoke, and just now he couldn't even release the level 0 [Light Technique], let alone the level 1 [Floating Disk Technique].

Although she didn’t understand why the owner of this place would put all kinds of worthless things on the museum shelves that should be used to store antiques, Jialan felt that she should not be rude to judge the owner’s unique interests, nor should she be rude.

You should feel free to touch "stuff" that seems harmless.

Who knows what mysterious arcane traps are placed on those things to protect the owner's beloved things. Taking them without permission would be a taboo, although he did not sense any arcane energy fluctuations on those museum shelves.

Strolling out of this "utility room" that didn't feel very good to him, and walking through the dark hall and the open door, Jialan felt that the owner must have been in a hurry when he left. He must have encountered something urgent, otherwise he would not have forgotten to leave.

The door was closed, leaving suspicious water stains on the ground.

When he walked out of the building, Jialan found himself in a huge group of buildings. It seemed like it was a college, because he smelled the familiar smell of books in the air.

"Fort Library" is also very familiar to him.

Noticing the lights in the stone castle not far away, Jialan thought for a moment. Although he was full of doubts, he decided not to disturb others at dawn.

Since it is judged that this place should be a college, the lights still on at this moment are undoubtedly some mage teaching here. Only they will cherish every minute of their time so conscientiously and squeeze out time to perform their own magic in the middle of the night.

Research in order to free up time during the day to teach students.

Generally speaking, the tempers of mages change with the progress of research. The quiet environment of late at night is often the most critical time for research. If you interrupt a mage's experiment at this time, you will be interrupted by a series of [Enhancement Arcana]

It's a trivial matter to blow up a missile. If you happen to destroy an important experiment, being named in a spell duel by an angry mage is not a fun thing.

The darkness before dawn cannot have any impact on Jialan, whose [natal month] is [Book Ryan]. The [Eye of Ryan] effect of his eyes is far better than the effect of constant [Dark Vision]

Stronger, enough to achieve stronger visual abilities than [Arcane Eye].

With a light blue glimmer in his eyes, Jialan easily found a place to rest and wait for dawn. There were rows of wooden benches beside the college square. Unfortunately, the dew at night had already wet the wooden boards.

It looks wet.

He subconsciously waved his hand, intending to release a [Secondary Drying Technique] that was weakened from the [Dehydration Technique] to dry up the bench. When the spell was cast, he realized that the arcane energy spring in his body had already dried up, and he was simply unable to do so.

No spells can be released.

But what startled Jialan was that a ball of shining white light escaped from his palm and fell on the wet bench. Then the bench made a sound that could only be heard in this silent night.

There was a faint "chichi" sound, the water stains on the wooden board quickly evaporated and rose, and even the wooden board made a "pop-pop" sound...

Looking at the bench that seemed to be too dry and cracked, Jialan looked at his palms speechlessly for a while, and then checked the arcane energy source in his body. It was still dry without even a trace of arcana energy.

appearance.

Raising her head and looking at [Book Ryan], who only had a faint crescent moon left in the sky, Jialan was silently surprised: [Did you lend me your power?]

It is a pity that the light blue [Book Ryan] has completed the night's duty and is slowly disappearing from the gradually brightening sky, leaving only a faint "smile".

Unable to try any more, Jialan had no choice but to sit on the bench that had finally dried up and thought: [Only at night, can I use the power of Book Ryan to release spells?]