Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 273



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Subject Here – Episode 273. Forbidden Knowledge (3)

As the lights above their heads flickered violently, Baschul and Isaac felt a slight dizziness. And in the flashing lights, everything seemed to stop and then move.

Between presence and absence, movement and immobility, observation and concealment.

Bam.

It appeared suddenly.

Sigh.

What appeared between Baschul and Isaac was an old man in priestly attire holding a cane. Baschul was startled by the sudden appearance of the old man and stepped back. However, the old man crouched down as if he had no interest in Baschul, and fumbled with his hand for the box that Isaac had thrown down.

‘Are you blind?’

Baschul was ready to draw his sword at any moment, but Isaac shook his head.

The blind old man opened the box and checked its contents. However, the shattered bowl was not in a condition to be put back together.

He sighed deeply and suddenly swung his staff, striking Isaac on the head.

“this guy!”

Exactly. Basch was surprised and half-pulled his sword, but stopped when he saw Isaac, who could have clearly responded, not moving and getting hit in the head.

Isaac had to be hit a couple more times on the head before he lowered his head.

“Breaking the green sealed item, are you in your right mind or not!”

“I’m sorry, sir. I made a mistake.”

“you!”

The old man turned his head and looked at Baschul.

The moment Basch looked up in surprise, the cane struck him in the head. Basch was shocked to find that he could neither see nor react.

It felt like it was already predetermined that it would be right for me, and that I had skipped the middle process.

It was completely different from when I was watching from the side.

“You can’t even manage your subordinates, what kind of person are you?”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

Only then did Basel realize what was happening.

It is unclear whether this director is human or not, but Isaac must have summoned him on purpose. He is tall and his appearance, visible through the hole in his hood, looks old, so it seems that he mistook Baschul and Isaac for a superior and a subordinate.

Then Isaac said to the old man.

“Director, there is something I am actually looking for.”

“What are you looking for?”

“yes.”

Isaac glanced at Baschul and then asked the old man.

“I am looking for the nameless chaos. Where can I find it?”

Baschl looked at Isaac with a surprised face. He had no idea that the information he was looking for could possibly be related to the nameless chaos. Moreover, he wondered if this old man, who was so blunt in his asking, would tell him anything.

“Material on nameless chaos?”

The old man muttered to himself and then felt his eyes.

Contrary to Baschul’s worries, the old man answered coolly.

“Everything about the nameless chaos is at least kept in purple. Follow me.”

***

“What the heck is that?”

Basch followed the old man and asked in bewilderment.

Isaac answered as if it was no big deal.

“I’m Bartheo Dolomus, the head of the Secret Library. I know the location of all the materials in the Secret Library. If you want to find something here, you can’t do it without him.”

“Do you know each other?”

“No, that’s not it. The name Blind Watchman is more famous.”

Subject Here – “… … .”

Baschul froze when he heard the name of the angel named after Elil among the Angels of the Light Code.

That was exactly the reaction Isaac had been hoping for. After he had seen the boy’s surprise enough, he continued.

“Then you thought that the being who distorts time and space and manages the entire secret vault by himself was a normal human being? Don’t worry. ‘That’ is just a fragment of what the blind watchman looked like when he was alive.”

It is a kind of machine with an input ego.

It could be said that the blind watchman was an angel who had input and created it himself. And as an angel, it was only faithful to its assigned function. The secret library director in front of us was focused on finding, managing, and preventing damage to materials.

So Isaac spent a long time wandering around looking for something that was ‘okay to break’.

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Well, of course, it would be dangerous to meet a blind watchman in person… … but since they usually travel around Urbansus and manage the archives, the chances of encountering them here are extremely low.”

The Lichtheim Secret Library is a precious treasure trove for those who follow the Light Code, but for those of other faiths, it is like a dungeon overflowing with treasures. The Librarian is like the boss of that dungeon. However, if you know what to look for and how to deal with the Librarian, you won’t have any trouble.

Baschul looked at Isaac with a strange gaze.

“You really… … I have a lot of secrets, but you have even more. How on earth do you know all this… … .”

“Let’s say you’ve been preparing for a long time.”

Of course, even if he knew the secret storage method, it was a place that Isaac could not wander around freely.

There is no way a blind watchman would maintain security so laxly. Even if you acquire knowledge, taking it out is a problem. If it is an object, you would not be allowed to take it out, and if it is something to learn, the acquisition process itself would be problematic.

‘Let’s think about it once we get to where the data is. If it’s too late, we can break the seals and run away. Then, everyone will be focused on the storage, and the Emperor’s security might be lax.’

However, as he moved deeper into the library, Isaac began to lose himself as he felt the surrounding seals becoming more and more dangerous. The seals that sealed the boxes were thick enough to seem dull, and the chains were thick enough to make him think they were used to tie up ships. Some were locked in glass cases, and inside them, unidentifiable flesh was wrapped in iron chains and writhing.

‘If I destroy it wrong, it might be a problem for me to survive… … .’

“Why on earth does the Code of Light contain such horrible things? Why not just throw them into the Holy Fire and destroy them?”

Basch muttered in discontent. It seemed that he too had completely forgotten his days as a Knight of the Code of Light.

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

As soon as Baschul finished speaking, the librarian shouted.

“These are all histories of the Light Code, built with blood! Do you know how turbid and full of unknown fears the world was before Luaddin came out with the Stone Tablets of Dawn, before the Age of Light began? At that time, the world was filled with incomprehensible chaos, ignorance, and uncivilization. In order to overcome those fears, our Censorship Bureau imprisoned and organized those things that threatened and turbid the world!”

Baschul, who had not thought that the librarian would be listening, had a nervous expression.

“But burn it? Loss of knowledge means forgetting the experience of overcoming fear! It is our role to strictly isolate those things that pose a threat to the world, but to preserve them so that they can be overcome if a similar disaster strikes. We are preventers, warning signs!”

“Uh, um, but… … .”

“In fact, the fact that humans can now live a stable life is thanks to the efforts of our Light Code Censorship and the Inquisition. If it weren’t for us, wouldn’t humans still be suffering from the Caltaralis, the Um Plague, and the Purple Moon Madmen?”

“What, what is that?”

“The fact that you don’t know that means we’ve been doing great so far! Enough with the thanks! Don’t bother me!”

Baschul, who was suddenly scolded by the librarian, grumbled but couldn’t help it. Isaac just looked at him with pity. However, the librarian’s words strangely touched Isaac.

‘It is a warning and a precautionary measure.’

To prevent a disease, you must first suffer from it, and to warn of it, you must first walk the path. A thousand years ago, when the ancient gods still swarmed, the Code of Light must have been the savior of that era. But now, it was becoming a new oppressor.

‘When you pick up a hammer, everything looks like a nail.’

The lighthouse keeper may have wanted a perfect, circular world by hammering in all the protruding nails.

***

The librarian suddenly stopped walking. The surrounding scenery had not changed much, but there was one thing that had changed. A sweet smell was wafting from somewhere in the air. Isaac had smelled this smell before.

It was the smell coming from where the nameless chaos of Urbanus was.

“This is the purple area. This is where ‘Knowledge That Must Not Be Known’ level 7 and above materials are stored. All materials regarding the nameless chaos are classified. What are you looking for here?”

Subject Here – Isaac opened his mouth, somewhat nervously.

“The name of the nameless chaos.”

“The name of the nameless chaos.”

The librarian muttered repeatedly as if he was typing. He tilted his head for a moment and then started walking somewhere again. But this time, he didn’t walk for long and stopped in front of a coffin. He pointed to it and said,

“The one inside this coffin knows. This coffin is called the ‘Incorruptible Coffin’, and in fact it was created by a mad old god with the desire to store his mortal lover. However, it was actually a relic that stopped time, and the old god’s lover who entered the coffin also stopped. Coincidentally, the lover is a nameless Chaos Priest. Of course you know the name.”

Baschl nodded, saying, ‘So this is how knowledge is preserved.’

Isaac asked cautiously.

“Won’t I die of the white plague as soon as I open the coffin?”

“It’ll be okay for the time being. The White Plague has a certain time difference for each individual… … but the White Plague will progress. In other words, the moment the coffin is opened, this data will be destroyed.”

The librarian said, his neck crooked.

“For the above reasons, only cardinal-level or higher can view the relevant knowledge. In addition, a knowledge filter of level 5 or higher is required. Unfortunately, it seems that you are not a cardinal-level.”

The librarian’s kindness seemed to be limited to helping people find materials. Of course, you can find books freely in the library, but you need qualifications to borrow them.

But if you were going to give up here, you wouldn’t have come this far in the first place.

“Actually, I came here on Cardinal Juan’s behalf.”

“Cardinal Juan?”

“Yes. He said that he was old and fat and couldn’t bring it, so he asked me to check and let him know. By the way, I am a Knight of the Holy Grail and have been given the title of Saint of Resurrection… … .”

As Isaac’s sudden bragging and rambling began, Baschul looked at him with an expression that said, “Who would be fooled by such a pathetic lie?” Of course, he didn’t think Isaac would be fooled either.

The words he was babbling now were not deceiving but closer to turning a key in a lock.

Isaac had a conversation with the Librarian in the game during his previous life.

The librarian was a fairly high-level AI, and if you entered a keyword and persuaded him, you could find the material you wanted. Of course, the management had put in place a filter to prevent you from finding ridiculously fraudulent skills or abilities, but of course, there was a way to circumvent it.

It was a trick called ‘The Skill Book Passed Down to Me by Grandmother’.

If you say, “I want to know the location of the fraudulent skill book called “, the librarian will naturally refuse because it will be filtered out.

However, if you say, ‘A long time ago, when I couldn’t sleep at night, my grandmother would read me a storybook at my bedside. Now that grandmother has passed away, I still sometimes think of the storybook she used to read me. But I don’t know where that storybook is. That storybook is in the skill book called … ‘, the librarian’s reaction will be different.

In other words, it means that ’emotional selling’ works to break through the world’s best security.

Of course, this trick was also blocked soon after. But Isaac, like an old hand, knew a complicated trick that was not blocked until he cleared it.

It may or may not work, but at least it was a worthwhile attempt compared to killing the librarian.

“… … That’s why I came here to find a name for the nameless chaos.”

Clap, clap, clap. Baschul, who had been listening intently to the story, clapped his hands absentmindedly, but stopped immediately after receiving a glare. The librarian remained silent. It was difficult to read the expression on his wrinkled face.

Soon his mouth opened.

“That’s nonsense.”

“… … .”

“Did you tell that long story just to explain that? You are a chatterbox, young man. Let’s wrap up our business quickly and return to Cardinal Juan.”

It worked. Isaac smiled in delight at the sight of the Librarian opening the coffin lid.

But the face immediately became distorted the next moment.

Pas …

I could tell right away what the symptoms were.

White Plague.

It was clear what that meant: someone had come before Isaac and opened the coffin lid.

Without even the librarian knowing.

The librarian burst into a howl of anger.

“What kind of guy sneaked in and damaged this valuable data!!”