Nora, taking a tour on the first floor, left Count Jashua behind and proceeded to the second floor. She was in search of resources related to the technique she chose and to understand the history of the continent.
Unlike the other, this floor was a bit crowded; Nora proceeding turning right from the stairs asked for permission from a woman appearing in front of her and received her response with cold looks. She waited for a while but the person blocking the way didn't seem to care.
Using brute force came to her mind, right after, the warnings Anticuado made rang in her mind. If it were only words, maybe she could have attacked ignoring it anyway, but the man in the red robe didn't hold back from applying the punishment with his own hands.
Having no other choice, she turned and went around from the other side; when someone appeared in front of her she waited and when their business was finished she continued. Thus, when it was noon she had only been able to wander two floors; judging by her grumbling while walking to the stairs, she hadn't found what she was looking for here either.
"It is not a library but a patience test, the devil says draw the piece bring justice but the guy is very strong!"
Nora opened her eyes in her new world on the Orc Steppes which humans forgot, saw only as a source of free mines and slaves. These were such lands that if you had a little power and a place to lean your back against, you could continue your life as a king.
The reason why important men in active powers sent their useless sons and acquaintances here was exactly this; they could only be treated as men on the Orc Steppes.
After fortune gave its gift to her and Alyon, the power they gained would somehow be enough to crush the mediocrity under the command of such people, but the price they paid wasn't little either. Fighting with their own race, they proceeded walking over pains, and this time fate took them to their former comrades.
Although the level of their adversaries increased like their numbers, their supporters had increased in parallel with that too. Using guerrilla tactics, relations of civilizations, and dynamics of the continent, they dragged the struggle to a final big war, and using all their secret trump cards here they finished the job.
They possessed the two substances necessary for Sangre's resurrection, and the turn was to take the relic on the Hell Realm continent. The moment they landed here, Nora would understand some things; on the continent which hadn't completely lost its former majesty, power levels were suddenly rising.
Nora had only been able to understand that the level rose; although she knew the names of some power levels from Mora's memories, she couldn't know which was how severe without seeing with her own eyes. The title was a word, the power the eyes saw was the truth.
The indifference of the Sheikh, the determination of the man in the red robe in applying the rules were all thanks to the power they possessed. Otherwise, as Atractivo said, he was a single man among all those people.
Wrestling with thoughts, Nora threw herself to the third floor, and right at the first step a familiar voice rang in her head.
"Find the temple!"
The Blood God knew who the call came from; she had heard this voice for the first time when she went up the forbidden tower inside the Bloody Moon Fiefdom.
Mora's mother was talking to her on the third floor of the Holy Blood Sect Inner Circle Library this time, and her request was very interesting.
"What does find the temple mean?"
Nora didn't ask a question, she only muttered to herself; an answer wasn't going to come anyway. No matter what happened, she had understood there was a situation related to her on this floor; even this ensured her excitement she lost on the previous floors came back to its place.
The red-haired young girl ran from shelf to shelf like crazy; although her not knowing what she was looking for was a big problem, her speed didn't drop at all. Hours chased hours, there was no sound from Count Jashua. It was obvious the Young Count had reached the source he was looking for.
"Give a sign, I will lose my marbles!"
There was no one on the floor; Nora shouted with a low voice and dropped herself to the floor. Her back hit the ten-story shelf hard; not minding this, the young girl wiped the sweat on her forehead with her hand, but her ears were saying something came from above her head.
When she threw herself to the side, she saw a book thick as a brick hitting the ground; it hadn't made an ordinary sound. Nora immediately leaped forward; she might have received an answer to her call this time, maybe she wouldn't have, but the only variable until now was this book.
It had a thick, pale maroon-colored, worn cover; it smelled strongly of books. Nora wanted to experience this joy first; she drew a deep breath into her lungs and found herself in a completely different place.
"What did I inhale, where did I come like this?"
A breath ago while she was in the library, now she was in a small room in the shape of a half-dome, illuminated by the light of candles placed in niches on its walls.
"I found the temple, I found it but what kind of a secret entrance method is this friend!"
The book was still in her hand. Her searching for that burnt and warm smell on the papers the machine produced, reminding her of the days she worked at the copy shop, had made her find this secret place.
"People inherit crazy features from their past lives, as for us, we only sniff paper like a glue sniffer!"
Nora said it herself, she laughed herself. Meanwhile, she didn't neglect to scan the room out of the corner of her eye too. A small table, long yellow parchments four fingers wide on it, and blood-red liquid inside a largeish inkwell were the first things catching her eye.
She immediately wanted to move towards there, but her steps slowed down, her body was stopped as if by someone outside her own will. This situation lasted one or two breaths, then the earth and sky drowned in a flood of light.
When Nora, who was forced to close her eyes even if she didn't want to, opened them back, she found herself in front of the man in the red robe. Since the closing time of the library arrived, the place had thrown those inside out; most of those entering inside in the morning were standing in the same place as her.
"Let me spit on such luck, I found the exact place and this time the time ended!"
Lamenting, Nora scanned the surroundings; Alis was standing where she left him. She reached next to him in two steps and saw him uneasy as she had never seen him before; tiny white possessed the looks peculiar to people on the eve of a big decision.
Nora didn't meddle, but after waiting for the surroundings to become thoroughly deserted, she started talking to the man in the red robe.
"Library Guard Senior Anticuado, do we need to be here at the same time again tomorrow?"
Let alone catching the scent of the prey, Nora felt its blood on her palate; there was no return from here.
"Yes, the library opens and closes at the same time every day, but you cannot enter without paying a price every time like it was today!"
"Speak of something good for once man!"
Nora shouted with a loud voice inside, outside she had a body language asking why politely.
"Wasn't anything told to you?"
Anticuado's two eyebrows engaged in a war on his forehead as if; the middle-aged man flared up and leaped up.
"By transferring your blood energy to this stone you can acquire basic information related to the sect. Inform your friends too!"
Waiting a few seconds when his words ended, the man in the red robe raised his voice when he saw the trio watching him from where they were.
"What are you waiting for, leave the library area!"
Anticuado was going crazy; Nora went ahead and started moving away, she could read the information on the stone in the Garbage House too. Count Jashua appeared right behind her too; only the white-haired young boy was in the place he was nailed to since morning.
There was an unexpected state in him today, and a distress inside Nora too. Count Jashua wanted to turn and take Alis, but the Blood God didn't allow it catching him by his arm. Nodding her head as if saying let's go, she took Count Jashua and continued walking too.
Meanwhile, the man in the red robe stood one step in front of Alis. Anticuado was majestic; the white-haired youth literally remained tiny next to him.
"Speak, what do you want from me!"