The Wizarding World's Forbidden Book Administrator

Chapter 84 Talent Gap

Early that morning, the library welcomed visitors.

The herald who was there last time stood at the entrance of the library with a group of people.

He bowed and scraped, his face full of smiles, like a businessman, rubbing his hands back and forth in front of him.

Aaron found it strange that this person had such an attitude.

However, Aaron remained calm and composed, displaying the demeanor expected of a librarian, and bowed respectfully:

"Gentlemen, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, no!" the heraldryer waved his hands repeatedly. "Sir, I'm here to apologize to you."

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Feed?

"Apologize?"

"Yes, I was extremely rude at the library last time and offended you greatly. I hope you won't take it to heart."

"I have also been very offensive, and even injured that soldier," Aaron apologized, bowing his head. "Is he alright?"

"Everything is fine."

Aaron nodded, then said:

"If it's for tax purposes, those six large silver coins are still in the drawer. I'll go get them for you right now."

"No, no, no, I misremembered. The former earl already deducted taxes when he gave you your payment!"

As he spoke, the herald waved his hand, and a follower handed over a small box filled with gold coins. "Furthermore, I have brought a gift from the Baron, hoping to strengthen the friendship between the library and the fortress."

Offering unsolicited favors is either a sign of malice or theft.

Cannibals are soft and short.

Once he accepts the benefits, it might bring him unforeseen hidden dangers.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot accept these so-called gifts.

Aaron said with a smile:

"I appreciate your kindness, but please take the items back with you and tell the Baron that my friendship with him will last forever."

After a few more words, Aaron finally managed to get rid of the group.

Aaron let out a long breath.

Annie tugged at Aaron's sleeve:

"Aaron, why did that heraldmaster's attitude suddenly change so drastically?"

Aaron shrugged. "Who knows—..."

"Could this be the power of a miracle?!"

Annie's pomegranate-red eyes widened, as if sparkling with light.

"Maybe so, but it seems we don't have to worry about them causing us any more trouble."

Living a peaceful life with Annie, undisturbed by outsiders, is probably what Aaron desires most right now.

Ever since Aaron mentioned the rumors about Henry to Anne that day, the girl suddenly became very diligent.

She not only took on a lot of housework, but would also occasionally massage Aaron's shoulders and legs, which Aaron naturally enjoyed.

Of course, Annie was still young and her bones were still developing, so Aaron didn't make her do any physical labor.

Anne's talent for books became increasingly apparent as she grew older.

Therefore, Aaron entrusted her with the task of writing nursing books, hoping to further develop her talents or learning abilities.

Until one day when Anne was eight years old, Anne suddenly realized:

"Aaron, have you been lying to me all along? Becoming a great person doesn't necessarily have anything to do with doing housework!"

Shout! We've been spotted!

Aaron glanced at it, trying to brush it off.

Anne puffed out her cheeks, kicked Aaron hard in the shin, and bit him.

For the next few days, Anne refused to communicate with Aaron.

Aaron had rarely encountered such a situation, so he didn't know what to do.

He felt inexplicably lonely, but thankfully he had a somewhat indifferent sense of time.

Before they could even savor their desolation, things took a turn for the better.

One night, Anne quietly slipped into Aaron's bed.

The two still didn't exchange a word, but Aaron could feel that the ice between them melted away in that instant with their body heat.

The next day, Aaron and Anne reconciled, but Anne demanded a fair division of household chores.

Aaron readily accepted.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Annie turned ten.

That day, Aaron had just finished reading an old book again. He closed the cover, looked up, and found Annie sitting in front of him with her back to him, engrossed in writing and drawing.

Aaron noticed he'd been seeing this scene quite often lately, and out of curiosity, he went over to investigate.

"What should I write?"

Upon hearing the sound, Annie immediately covered the notebook with her body.

"Get away! Don't peek at my diary!"

Aaron pursed his lips and shook his head, saying:

"No respectable person keeps a diary."

"Hmph, I'm practicing my writing."

"Want to be a writer?" Aaron was somewhat interested in Anne's ambition.

But Anne shook her head: "I want to be a big shot who can command the winds and rains!"

Aaron couldn't help but laugh. Annie was still the same girl who kept pestering him to tell stories.

"If that's the case, why do you practice writing?"

"Because I know I'll never become a big shot."

Anne lowered her head and looked at the table.

"Aaron, I've seen you use incredibly powerful abilities, and the books here record all sorts of powers, but I can't learn any of them."

"It's just because it doesn't suit your talents," Aaron comforted him.

"Your student, Henry, has he learned any power?"

Aaron nodded.

"Look, Aaron, that's it. He can find the right fit, but I can't, which is why I can't become a great person."

"However, you have a talent for books and words. Children your age certainly don't read even a tenth of what you do."

"That's simply because when I read, I feel like I'm having a conversation with the books, as if I'm being drawn to or summoned by them..."

Aaron placed his hand on Anne's back:

"That's talent, Anne. Even as an administrator, I can't read books like we're having a conversation."

Anne nodded, then looked up at Aaron:

"That's why I need to practice writing. Maybe I have a talent for books, but that talent won't make me a great person."

Aaron didn't quite understand Anne's logic and was about to ask when Anne took the initiative to explain:

"Since I am destined not to become a great person, then I will try my best to get close to those people and record their stories, so that my life can also be slightly tinged with the color of legend."

Anne is indeed talented, Aaron thought with a smile. Other ten-year-old girls couldn't just casually utter sentences with rhetoric.

Aaron gently smoothed Annie's hair with his fingers and encouraged her:

"I wish you success, Annie."

Aaron stopped disturbing her and switched to another book to continue reading.

Aaron didn't want to interfere with how Anne wanted to live her life, just as he respected the decisions of all the people who had passed through his life.

With this in mind, Aaron opened the "Banned Book Borrowing Record" in his mind and locked onto the second page.

This page contains information about Henry:

[Borrower, Serial Number III]

[Name: Henry Gijano Panza]

[Compatible with the banned book: Stars, Moon, Night, and Enchantment]

[Level of Mastery: 90%]

[Borrowing date: January 11, 1569 (French calendar)]

[Book Return Date: Not Returned]

Henry's decision to become a pirate was unexpected by Aaron.

But he was just surprised; he didn't have any thoughts of "good or bad" or "right or wrong".

Since this is Henry's decision, Aaron only needs to watch quietly.

Henry has been away from the library for twelve years now.

Henry never returned during that time.

But seeing the numbers in the "Level of Control" column constantly increasing, Aaron was certain that Henry was still alive, and a sense of relief would well up in his heart.

However, since a year ago, that number has been stuck at "90%" and has not changed since.

Aaron was a little worried, but thankfully he heard what sounded like information about Henry, which put him at ease.

At the same time, they could roughly guess why Henry's mastery of the skill had stagnated.

Henry must have hit a roadblock.

From the beginning, he failed to fully understand the stargazers' theory of "emotional and consciousness enchantment".

This was indeed a difficult point in the book; Aaron even felt that the theory in the chapter on stargazers was flawed.

At least the introduction was incomplete.

Therefore, it was within Aaron's expectations that Henry would not be able to take control.

Oh well, waiting a few more years won't be a big deal for Aaron.

only-

Since he couldn't figure it out, Aaron thought, why didn't he come back and ask me?

He looked up at Anne, a sense of melancholy welling up inside him.

Number 76 landed on the parrot perch, uttered some uninteresting and irrelevant information, and then flew away through the window.

Maybe.-.

Birds will always have their day to spread their wings.