radiothebook Chapter 7: Is the curse used for this?
Chapter 7: Is the curse used for this?
Aaron put "Omiros Riddell's Notebook" back on the bookshelf on the basement floor.
He then discovered that the text in the "Banned Books Borrowing Record" had been altered:
[Borrower, Serial Number I]
Name: Brianna Lorraine
[Suitable for banned books: The Notebooks of Omiros Riddle]
[Level of Mastery: 100%]
[Borrowing date: January 23, 1526 (French calendar)]
[Return Date: May 11, 1569 (French Calendar)]
"Is this all you need?"
Aaron tried to circulate his power according to the methods in the "Notes".
With a thought, dark and decaying power gathered in his palms, writhing eerily.
It seems he has indeed mastered Riddle's curse magic.
After more than a thousand years, Aaron finally stepped into the realm of the extraordinary!
Then Aron dissipated the power, and for the time being, he had no one to curse.
At the same time, Aaron felt a shadow lingering within him.
That must be the curse that Brianna cast on him before.
Aaron was very puzzled. According to Riddle's theory, a curse cannot steal a blessing. With Brianna's death, the curse should have automatically dissipated. Why did it turn out like this?
He couldn't understand it for the time being and would have to study it carefully later.
However, Aaron has other things to deal with right now.
According to page two of the "Banned Books Borrowing Record," Aaron found the target book on a bookshelf on the other side of the basement floor.
"Stars, Moon, Night, and Enchantment" is a forbidden book about item enchanting.
The author's real name is unknown. This book was recorded by his assistant, who referred to the author as "the Stargazer".
The Stargazer was also a person from the First Men period, and some details mentioned suggest that he may have lived before Riddle's time.
Aaron had read the book many times. The writing was beautiful, like prose poetry, which always made Aaron feel happy when he read it.
But the principles and magic explained in the ornate text are by no means ambiguous.
Aaron picked up the book and returned to the hall.
He saw Henry obediently sitting in that position as he had instructed.
"Mr. Henry, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," Aaron said with a smile, and sat down opposite Henry.
Henry wanted to get up to greet them, but Aaron gestured for him to remain seated.
Aaron then pushed the book he had found directly toward Henry.
"Mr. Mosley, what is this?"
"Knowledge changes destiny, and reading can acquire knowledge. I think this book might be suitable for you."
However, Henry looked troubled: "This... sir, I might not be able to understand this book..."
Having already successfully sent off an outstanding graduate, Aaron was prepared for the current situation.
With a smirk, he confidently pulled out two reference books and practically tossed them at Henry.
"If you study these two books, you will be able to learn them, and I can also give you some guidance."
"I...I didn't mean that," Henry raised his head slightly, his eyes glancing furtively at Aaron's face. "I...I can't read..."
Aaron gasped. Well, this time they even had to start with basic education.
Looking at the shy boy, he felt increasingly cheated and couldn't help but purse his lips.
"Starting tomorrow, I'll work here to pay for my tuition!"
……
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Henry lived and ate at the library during this time.
Henry attended classes during the day and worked the rest of the time, leaving him with very little free time, but he never complained.
Aaron admired Henry for this: only by enduring hardship can one know that there is even greater hardship to come.
One day during lunch break, Aaron was taking a nap at the registration desk when he suddenly heard someone enter the library.
In the past, Aaron would have gotten up to greet him long ago, but with Henry present, he didn't open his eyes.
"Uncle George, you've come to deliver supplies again?"
"Henry, yes, and where is Mr. Mosley?"
"The curator is taking a lunch break. Unless it's something particularly important, don't wake him."
"If there's nothing else, just check the inventory. If everything's in order, I'll be leaving."
"Um."
Aaron heard Henry respond, followed by the sounds of rummaging and counting.
Suddenly, the guest spoke again:
"By the way, Henry, aren't you going to rest with Mr. Mosley for a while at noon?"
"I'd like to, but I don't have time. I've already cleaned the floor and am wiping the bookshelves. I also have to clean the toilet later. All of this has to be done by noon."
"You're going to do all this? What about Mr. Mosley?"
"For the first two months after I arrived, the curator took over the work on the nursing books, but after that, he pushed it all onto me. Now, besides sleeping, I just lie in bed reading."
"Oh... how much does he pay you?"
"Is there any payment?"
So, you're working here for free?
"well……"
"That Mr. Mosley is such a miser. Henry, you're still young, don't waste your youth here. Don't worry, just tell me, and I'll find you a few jobs in town that will be better than here."
"Shh! Keep your voice down, Uncle George, don't let the curator hear. I appreciate your kindness, but it's really unnecessary."
After the guests left, Aaron opened his eyes instantly.
Aaron, who was over a thousand years old, no longer cared about what others said.
then.
He quietly approached Henry from behind.
When Henry turned around, completely unaware of what was happening, he was startled, his face turned pale, and he stammered:
"The curator? When did you get here?"
"Just arrived, someone came to deliver supplies?"
"Okay, I've finished counting."
"That's good. But I need to confirm something with you: was that Mr. George himself who just came?"
"Yes, curator, why are you asking that?"
"Curator? Why don't you just call me a miser?"
Upon hearing this, Henry gasped, tilted his head back, and looked at Aaron with horrified eyes.
Aaron just squinted, a meaningful smile on his face.
He turned his back, his hands gathering a ball of dark power.
As Aaron infused the power with incantations, the writhing darkness transformed into a shadow, skimming along the ground and exiting the library through the crack at the bottom of the door.
As it swept past Henry's feet, it startled him so much that he jumped up.
"Oh! Curator, what's that?"
Aaron turned around and smiled, tilting his head slightly.
"Huh? What? What?"
A few days later, Henry asked Aaron:
"Director, that's strange. Today is supposed to be the day to deliver supplies, so why hasn't Uncle George arrived yet? He's rarely late."
"Oh, he probably won't be coming today. Go to town to pick it up after class."
"Okay... what's wrong with Uncle George?"
"He probably has hemorrhoids; he can't walk now."
"Huh? Really? But how did you know, curator?"
Aaron smiled without saying a word.
When Henry returned, Aaron noticed that the boy's eyes were darting around and he was always avoiding his gaze.
So he went over to Henry, who was organizing the supplies:
"Did you see Mr. George? Is he alright?"
"Uh... this isn't good..."
"That puts my mind at ease."
"Huh?"
"By the way, you didn't say anything to him, did you? Like talking badly about me behind my back or anything?"
"No, no, how could that be!"
Henry waved his hand repeatedly, during which he accidentally made eye contact with Aaron, but immediately looked away.
Aaron narrowed his eyes, then a slight smile appeared on his lips...
For the next two weeks, whenever Henry went to the toilet, Aaron would hear heart-wrenching screams:
"Ah! Oh ho ho! Uh! Ha ha ho..."
"Curator, is this what curses are used for?"