Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

She took out a pen and signed her name on it smoothly.

The parchment quickly caught fire.

Boom, boom, boom!

On the tallest tower, the bronze bell began to ring automatically, and with the ringing of the bell, the thick fog that had shrouded the Silent Bookstore for half a century quickly dissipated.

All residents of Brancog realize one thing.

——The new lord of Branquage was born.

ps: Wow!!!

Volume 52: New Newsbelts and New Employees

The number of times the bell rings represents different meanings.

Normally, three bells would indicate the arrival of an important visitor, six bells would indicate a change of seats in the Council, nine bells would signal the arrival of a new librarian, and twelve bells... twelve bells would indicate the death of someone in the Council.

Oh my God, you don’t think that the more times the bell rings, the more noble the person’s status is, right?

The scholars who founded the Silent Bookstore never set up a bell to ring for the owner of the bookstore, so how many times it rang depended entirely on Heber's personal mood.

So this time, the bell only rang nine times.

Those involved also began to take action.

......

Agguwen, who was on his way to Cornwall, received a sudden order from the throne room, requiring him to meet with the new manager of Silent Books for detailed discussions.

Far away in Egypt, the contemporary Dean of Atlas received an order from his protector to send a special envoy to the Silent Bookstore "to confirm that it still abides by the commandment of silence."

After careful consideration, the talented alchemist named Shion accepted the order and planned to choose a date to cross the sea to Albion.

......

Hebe was of course unaware of this series of changes. She was walking in this ancient building, looking at every corner of it with a cautious eye.

The predecessor of Silent Bookstore was a monastery and a church. A branch of the Orthodox Church was active here for a long time until they dispersed for various reasons. Most of the monarchs before King Arthur also sent their confidants to settle here. After being transformed by successive administrators, there is water, electricity and internet here.

Therefore, this building not only has a religious style, but also has secular aesthetics and considerable practical value.

Hebe did not dislike the towers, the gardens, the herb gardens, the sanatorium, nor the rooms of varying sizes. After all, it was her own property, and how could she be dissatisfied with it?

But she soon realized a problem, that is, Silent Bookstore was too big for her alone.

In the past, there were six trustees below the administrator, and these seven (sometimes more than seven) formed the Island Council, making decisions that could affect the entire apprentice group.

"Why not recruit a few new employees..." Heber came up with this idea as he strolled in the emerald green botanical garden.

The botanical garden is located behind the twin towers, to the right of the rear of the cloister courtyard. The vegetation here is overgrown, the grass whispers in the wind, and the central fountain has long been dry. But Heber can still imagine how scholars and visitors in the past held salons and shared food here.

There are three other gardens like this one, and there are even more rooms inside the bookstore.

Heber's urge to recruit new employees grew stronger.

This thought reached its climax when she entered the atrium - there were forty rooms in urgent need of renovation, all of which were open to Heber.

Heber walked stiffly in the spacious front hall. As she came in, the lights came on one by one, illuminating the stained glass windows, the dim red fireplace, and the hoarse sound of the grand piano.

Heber climbed the spiral staircase carrying her briefcase. Every time she reached a new floor, the door of the room opened automatically.

The girl walked up with a gloomy face, looked around and then returned to the third floor.

There was nothing else to it, the spiral staircase led to a church, and on top of the church there was a five-story tower - this tower was the highest point of the Silent Bookstore, overlooking the entire Brancugar, the turbulent sea, and the land of Cornwall in the distance.

"Help..." Heber thought silently in his heart.

The good news is that the rooms on the third floor are not too messy, and there are no curses or imaginary unknown creatures.

The best room is undoubtedly the bedroom facing the sea. On the left side of the room is a dark hard bed, and on the right side is a fireplace and a soft single sofa. The expression of the plaster statue is gentle and calm. A gentle staircase leads to a balcony with plants, and thick dark brown curtains separate the balcony.

The second-best room was located next door, and relatively speaking, it was the most luxuriously decorated. Rose-red silk tassels adorned the walls, and in the center was a large, soft bed. In the right corner of the room sat a dark-colored chair and a television.

Heber naturally chose these two rooms.

She set up her computer in her seaside bedroom and then temporarily piled her miscellaneous items in the next room.

The computer turned on, and the dark green desktop came into view again.

The Secret History Simulator has been updated.

"Secret History Simulator, welcome to log in, [Knower]. The current version is 1.1."

“The current version of the simulator has been updated with new content and some new features have been added.”

New Content: Lostbelt - [Far Eastern Fox Legends: The Sword of the Wandering Gods] Preview

In the cracks of dreams, the general and the emperor who ruled the East Kingdom awoke again. They slew the last dragon, but their cause was not solely for their country. Bathed in the full moonlight, swordsmen gathered to fight for the title of "Millennium Unrivaled", but their purpose was far more than that... In different eras, many people have seen the legendary demon fox that can grant all wishes.

On the dark green table, a new card is waiting quietly, with the words "Full Moon and Fox Tail" drawn on it.

Click on the card and more text will appear.

"This Lostbelt is divided into three parts: upper, middle, and lower. The conquering of each part does not interfere with each other. Only after the complete conquering will the next part be unlocked."

"This Lostbelt is receiving special attention. Multiple deaths will lower the final score!"

Heber raised his long eyebrows.

Although the Secret History Simulator did not prohibit her from repeatedly refreshing the intelligence, this warning was tantamount to telling her that the trial and error method would not work.

Of course, this is not a problem. For Heber at this moment, just passing the level is not enough. What she wants is a perfect passing.

There is no so-called perfect standard for the Secret History Simulator, so whether it is perfect or not depends only on whether Heber feels "good".

To be fair, the first half of the Egyptian Lostbelt was mostly trial and error, which was not a comfortable process at all.

Of course, this torture was finally returned to the Red King by Hebe, so it was probably satisfying.

"I hope it's cool."

Heber clicked on the Lostbelt card with great anticipation, and then was dismayed to find that the Lostbelt card was still on cooldown.

Fortunately, this update of Secret History Simulator not only includes a preview, but also new features that can solve her urgent needs.

"For a long time, the power of Silent Bookstore was exercised by the Island Resolution Council, which elected administrators to represent the collective will of the Resolution Council. Now that the owner of Silent Bookstore has returned, the Resolution Council no longer holds power, and neither do the administrators.

But resolutions still have value if you let them. They become an extension of your will, taking care of the little things you don’t normally have time to do.”

The reconstruction of the Island Resolution Council is not difficult. As the Lord of Branquage, Heber has the power to select and dismiss directors at will.

Only the position of administrator requires the consent of "Silent Bookstore" itself.

Heber unscrewed the pen, spread out the letter paper, and wrote down his requirements: young and hardworking, hardworking, responsible, well-educated, with high moral standards, certain organizational skills and high subjective initiative...

When he was almost done, Heber remembered the pile of various musical instruments in the Silent Bookstore, and quickly added the words "I have received professional music training and have a certain level of attainment in music theory" at the end of the letter.

After thinking it over again and again, there is nothing missing.

Heber followed the instructions on the computer screen, sealed the letter, and threw it into the fireplace.

"This process is a bit like an open recruitment..." Heber thought, "I wonder what kind of employees these entries will select."

She sat back at the table and saw a new card had appeared on the dark green table.

Heber secretly praised the efficiency of the Secret History Simulator and wondered what talents the new employee had.

However, on the dark green desktop, a translucent box was floating, and the pointer symbolizing the countdown was slowly rotating.

——[Someone is coming].

ps: There is another one later, it will be later

Volume 53: Xiangzi

Some theories suggest that a butterfly flapping its wings on the other side of an ocean could create a storm in a rainforest on another continent.

Throughout its long history, Silent Bookstore, as a restless butterfly, has always been committed to influencing the entire apprentice group, and every decision it makes can shake the order of the secret world.

Administrators throughout history have had some innocuous hobbies, and most of the time, these hobbies remain purely personal. However, there are exceptions.

Among the twelve administrators, the eighth was from Aurora and her surname was Xue.

The head of Miss Xue's family was known as the "Imperial Merchant" in Aurora, having served the emperor for generations. When her family fell, Miss Xue crossed the sea with a vast fortune and became the treasurer of the island's resolution council.

Even after Ms. Xue became the administrator elected by the resolution committee, she did not stop managing her wealth. For hundreds of years, this huge amount of money that continued to grow had become a terrifying torrent in the market. No individual or organization could figure out where it came from, and anything that stood in its way would disappear into thin air.

After the two world wars, it grew even more and more, and its boundaries and ends could no longer be measured.

It has become countless curves in the stock market and numbers flowing in countless personal accounts. Even the multinational military-industrial complex and medical complex, their huge capital flow lifeline is just a small part of it.

Realistic means cannot control it, but unrealistic means can, although Silent Bookstore has never done so.

It is like a dormant dragon, roaming in the capital market based on its instinct, and a slight movement can shake the whole world.

Those who are courageous can benefit from this.

......

Let’s go back to a month ago.

East Country, Tokyo.

Cold sweat trickled down the man's temples, but he had no time to wipe it off.

His elegant suit was casually draped over the back of the chair. He tugged at his tie, feeling as if he were suffocating.

The man stared at the electronic screen intently, clicking refresh every few minutes.

An ominous green line fell straight down, with no possibility of recovery.

"No way, are you kidding me? I made so much money before..."

The cell phone rang and he answered it tremblingly.

A capable female voice sounded from the other side: "Mr. Fengchuan, the investment capital flow over there has been cut off. It's not too late to withdraw funds now to stop the loss."

"How can I withdraw?" the young head of the Fengchuan Group roared incoherently. "I've spread my investment money across hundreds of accounts. It's impossible to withdraw all the money now!"

"I've warned you long ago, Mr. Toyokawa," the voice on the other end of the line said coldly. "Please be careful with your words. I'm not your employee, only your partner. From this moment on, this relationship is terminated."

"Hello? Hello? Shigaraki!"

The call was hung up, leaving a busy tone.

Fengchuan Qinggao slumped into his chair in despair.

His wife had passed away six months earlier, and since then, Fengchuan Qinggao, as a son-in-law, had found himself in an extremely awkward position. To consolidate his position, he desperately wanted to achieve some results to prove that he was still capable of managing the massive Fengchuan Group.

However, the reality is like a cold high wall, and Fengchuan Qinggao cannot control anyone.

He was collectively sidelined by the entire consortium, or more precisely, his power was taken away by his old but strong father-in-law.

Just when Toyokawa was about to go crazy, he contacted a woman named Nagasaki through his connections. She seemed to be a financial practitioner, and after their second meeting, she pointed out a general direction for him.

"Hasn't the market for recreations of historical figures been booming in recent years?" Ms. Nagasaki asked. "There's a steady influx of money, and I want to get in on the action, too. That's why I'm collaborating with you."

After careful research, Fengchuan Qingjiao thought what she said made sense, so he decisively followed her.

In just over a month, he made a fortune, shocking the entire Toyokawa family.

And just recently, Ms. Nagasaki called and said that she was going to cash out and leave.

"I can sense that huge capital flow is withdrawing..." Ms. Nagasaki said somewhat mysteriously, "Maybe it's just an illusion, but I don't want to gamble. I've already earned enough money to support my daughter and me for the rest of our lives. It's best to quit while we're ahead."

"It's up to you." Fengchuan Qinggao was already immersed in the feeling of omnipotence at that time. Just like a gambler who was in the red, he didn't want to withdraw at all.

He even used his connections to take advantage of the gap left by Ms. Nagasaki.

——If someone could look at the overall situation, they would realize that the time when this huge flow of funds was withdrawn was exactly the day when Heber began to simulate the Egyptian Lostbelt.

The subsequent developments took a sharp turn for the worse.

The capital flow from Silent Bookstore left at a rapid speed, sweeping away all the assets in Toyokawa Kiyoshi's hands. Even if he were to fill the huge hole with his entire body, it would only be a drop in the bucket.

Toyokawa Kiyoshi thought of his glory during this period and laughed neurotically.

It's over. For him, everything is over.

He stumbled to the French window, his eyes fixed on the bustling city streets, where people streamed in like a tide and the square was filled with banners so bright that they hurt his eyes.

Jump, jump. Just jump, and die, all over!