Olivia set down her bone china teacup, bent over, and rummaged for a while through a pile of books haphazardly stacked near the table leg. Finally, she pulled out a thick, blue leather-bound book.
As she lifted it and set it on the dining table, she could clearly feel the tremor from the thick tome.
She opened the cover and flipped through a few pages, her pale silver eyes darting across them.
A silver tray hopped over, delivering a small cake garnished with a strawberry. Chen Yu swallowed it in one gulp, his round body rippling with satisfaction, and asked, "What are you looking for?"
"The castle's operational log." Olivia's slender fingers slid across the yellowed pages as she answered without looking up.
"There's a little one who manages this castle. Almost every clock day, she records the castle's daily operations in detail in this log—things like energy consumption, spatial stability, visitor records, the growth status of the garden plants, and so on…"
