Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 687 - 591 Knowledge Exchange

Gel was no stranger to these somewhat unique casters known as witches.

Unlike orthodox wizards who start their cultivation journey from scratch, they are like "demonized creatures," gradually awakening certain supernatural powers as they age after birth.

It's not an exaggeration to call them born casters.

However, without systematic guidance and learning, taking time to slowly master their gifts, they face terrifying risks of losing control as they grow rapidly.

Like a skyscraper with a tilted foundation, the more powerful they become, the higher the risk of losing control.

Ordinary people awaken to become witches who can only use a small amount of talent magic abilities, knowing what it is but not knowing why. Then, over time, they gradually transform into dangerous "demons" like "Crow Witches" and "Bird-headed Demonesses," ultimately killed by the Church or Crowman Team.

This is almost the fate of most wild witches on the Old Continent, where the gift of destiny ultimately evolves into a source of tragedy.

His apprentice Angie was a White Witch possessing the talents of "Sacred," "Healing," and "Animal Affinity" and had encountered three "Crow Witches" when she first approached the Mysterious Side World, who were also witches.

The latter were far less fortunate than the former, unable to receive orthodox wizard education, gain the standards and protection of the Extraordinary Source, and follow the correct path.

Although he didn't know why this witch would directly say her name to a stranger, Gel looked at the lady with exquisite features that were beautiful like a doll, and nodded according to wizard social tradition:

"Hello, Lady Kingfisher, I am Mr. Red Fir!"

Swish——

At this moment, Kingfisher suddenly closed the ivory folding fan in her hand, looked at Gel with slightly furrowed brows and said with some doubt:

"Mr. Red Fir, it seems that you neither have the beacon of the library nor a borrowing card, and you are not even a formal member of the Broken Star Sea 'Holy Stone Council.' Although I don't know how you got here, in theory...

For a moment, she seemed to be in a bit of a dilemma.

Just as she was saying this, Kingfisher suddenly leaned her body forward, her nose subtly moving, as if she could smell something special from Gel's body manifested in the Spirit Realm.

A short pause.

The originally expressionless doll-like face suddenly showed a shallow smile, like snow melting in spring, as she blinked her kingfisher feather-like bluish-green eyes at Gel:

"Hmm, I sense a very wonderful aura on you, a stranger witch's heartfelt agreement, even... Ha ha, that makes it simple."

As if she thought of something happy, she could not help but clap her hands.

Then she confidently grabbed Gel's sleeve.

Gel, who had just arrived and was not yet clear about the situation, instinctively wanted to evade due to his vigilance against strangers, but was surprised that all intentions to dodge were useless.

From the moment Lady Kingfisher reached out to hold Gel's hand, it seemed like an inevitable causality, with no process in between, naturally making evasion impossible.

His body stiffened suddenly, and he was pulled in obediently, letting himself be handled.

His face tightened fiercely, his heart wild with disbelief:

'I'm an Upper-Rank Wizard, is this really the legendary strongest creature in the heavens—the library librarian?'

This simple grab shocked him far more than when Sea God's Son "White Remains" Heimtz showed his true form and brought down a meteor!

And soon he also understood why this unfathomable librarian's attitude towards him changed so drastically because of Angie's aura.

The Old Continent's "Witch Hunting Movement" has a long history, flourishing since at least the Dark Ages, with rough estimates from the wizards suggesting that over 500,000 women in various countries died under this accusation during the most frenzied 300 years of the Dark Millennium.

And this brutal hunting movement hasn't stopped to this day.

How many of them were witches who really caused harm is unknown, but Gel suspects that throughout human civilization history, there may not even be that many born witches.

Yet the data undoubtedly indicates the harsh living conditions for witches within human civilization, which could have resulted in painful memories. This makes the witch community famously united, better understanding the significance of banding together for warmth.

Gaining trust from a witch, who others view as a ticking time bomb, naturally makes other witches inclined to be close, even if they've never met.

Of course, if a Holy Professional of the Seven Gods accidentally arrived, the outcome facing such a witch is already obvious.

Tap.. tap.. tap..

Following the long skirt-wearing, high-heeled Lady Kingfisher, Gel stepped into the library.

After passing through the hall and officially entering the library, the sound of footsteps instantly disappeared.

Gel even felt his casting ability being suppressed by a certain power, though it seemed possible to forcefully break free, there would certainly be unpleasant consequences. Clearly, this "Turin Grand Library" is far more than merely a book storage building.

Although Lady Kingfisher could overpower him with her strength, she ultimately lacked the ability of foresight, unaware that Gel knew nothing about this library.

But according to the librarian's rules, she still made a simple introduction to Gel, here for the first time:

"There are many precious things in the world, fortunately, knowledge can be reproduced.

'Turin Grand Library' advocates equivalent exchange; you have one knowledge, I have one knowledge. If we exchange, each of us will have two knowledge.

Here, you can find almost any mystical knowledge you desire, but you have to pay an equal price. Even having close relationships with witches doesn't exempt you from payment.

Furthermore, even if you don't have the library's beacon and borrowing certificate on you, as long as you can complete any form of knowledge exchange, I can issue you a replacement.

Of course, if you have the status of a council member of the 'Holy Stone Council', many materials and books will be accessible to you for free."

"Holy Stone Council?"

Aiven pondered this term in his heart, but didn't ask further at the moment. Not only because speaking more could lead to making mistakes, but also because he was completely dazzled by the countless books as far as the eye could see.

Proceeding along the corridors inside the building, which zigzagged to the extent of distorting space, the internal space far exceeded the outside, as if entering another world made entirely of books.

"In this largest library of the Wizard World, there are 86.32 million volumes of books, comprising knowledge accumulated by various human civilizations across all fields.

Most were acquired through exchanges and include numerous secrets lost in history that could only be gleaned bit by bit from the Spirit Realm. They even broke the boundary between matter and information, holding 9.3 million physical manuscripts here."

Lady Kingfisher's words were coated with pride.

Aiven was silent, knowing that making physical matter appear in the Spirit Realm was indeed comparable to the power of a god.

While browsing the first floor of the library, he unexpectedly encountered other borrowers.

Everyone here had the same "resolution"; from the surface, it was impossible to discern the strength of each borrower, and everyone was accompanied by a Lady Kingfisher who looked exactly the same!

This was not something an Official Wizard, or even an Upper-Rank Wizard, could achieve.

"The first floor of the library is a public area containing mundane knowledge, accessible for browsing to anyone with a library borrowing certificate. This was a principle decided upon at the establishment of the library."

Just like how Wizards at low levels don't have strong combat power, Witches who rely on luck to awaken their talent magic are even more so, deeply persecuted by the ignorant and undiscerning populace, yet they know that the true root of tragedy is not the people but "ignorance."

Communication between individuals is only smooth when their cognitive levels are close; otherwise, although they are of the same species physiologically, the gap in thought is as vast as that between humans and worms.

Following the other's finger, Aiven unexpectedly saw a collection of natural history works on the nearby bookshelf:

"A Naturalist's Black Sea Travelogue on the Beagle", "The History of Life Sciences", "Birds, Fishes, Insects and Others", "The Encyclopedia of Plants", "An Overview of Herbs", "Ancient Throbs", "Nature's Hunters", "The Praise of Cellular Life", "The Secrets of Insects"...

"Life is finite, but knowledge is infinite. To pursue infinite knowledge with finite life, how can one seek balance?"

Then let infinite people pursue infinite knowledge together and gather it.

Seeking to exhaust all worldly knowledge is unrealistic, but creation inherently chooses one direction for countless individuals to converge on a point, breaking limits to create miracles!

If aided by this knowledge, Jacob's summarization of the genealogical chart of the world's organisms would be a hundred times easier, thus propelling his own maturation of [Genetic Theory].

These are similarly invaluable treasures.

Having completed the initial guidance, Lady Kingfisher stopped and directly asked Aiven:

"So, Mr. Red Fir, since you've come here, what knowledge would you like to exchange?"

Upon hearing her introduction of the "Turin Grand Library", Aiven had already been filled with anticipation; the [Eye of All-Seeing] indeed was not aimless.

Upon hearing her question, he couldn't maintain his composure any longer; with a sweep of his eyes over the interwoven bookshelves, he asked somewhat anxiously:

"May I ask if the inheritance of the Oldest School is recorded in this library?"

Upon hearing this, Lady Kingfisher's eyes flickered with a green light, as if rapidly searching for something, and after two seconds, she nodded slightly to Aiven:

"The inheritance of the Oldest School? Yes, it is."

A surge of ecstasy filled Aiven's chest; even if he temporarily couldn't obtain the power of the fourth volume, "Flesh Sacrifice", merely acquiring the knowledge was enough to resolve urgent matters.

Lady Kingfisher continued:

"Mr. Red Fir truly has discerning taste, the 'Life Tree School', as the origin of numerous Wizard Schools, is renowned in the Wizard World, and we have its second and fourth volumes recorded here. These are among the most frequently borrowed resources in high-level Wizard knowledge.

Let me see, since being recorded in the Grand Library, they've been exchanged eleven and six times respectively, evidently the knowledge of the Oldest School remains highly attractive and worthy of reference by many schools."

It seemed as though her mind was connected to all 86.32 million books in this library, needing no physical browsing of the catalog to know the situation of each book.

However, after listening to her words.

Aiven: I don't know whether to express this or not – MMP!

It's like a groom who has finally won a beautiful bride after much effort, only to be told in his moment of joy that he is not her first, and that there were at least six before?

Who on earth wouldn't be mentally shattered by this?

The Oldest School, the Oldest School, though it's the origin of many schools, did you truly think it was a Daoist classic for everyone to own?

Lady Kingfisher didn't mind the expression on his face and, as an administrator, formally announced:

"Would you like to exchange it? The value of this knowledge is quite high; your exchange items will be appraised by me, and no bargaining is accepted."

What else could Aiven do, with an expression that was a mix of tears and laughter, gritting his teeth:

"Exchange!"