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.
