Angor wiped his lips clean and stepped away, satisfied.
It did not take him long to find a bookstore with the image of Thoth, the ancient god of knowledge, drawn on the door. The store mostly sold pulp paper books. There were rarely any leather books here.
He picked up several random books to read. The shopkeeper wanted to yell at him first, but seeing Angor’s appearance and his careful etiquettes when reading, he swallowed his curse words back. He never liked customers who casually read through his books here, but he would not turn away a polite young nobleman either.
The stories were good. He could even learn some deep meanings between the lines. This trip was worthwhile.
Angor was never stingy about books. Soon, he was carrying several filled kraft paper bags provided by the store.
“Hey mister, you seem really interested in various books. I have a collection of random volumes, could you wait a bit if you’re willing to see them?” The shopkeeper was overjoyed just by seeing Angor buying so many books. Customers like this were scarce these days. He also noticed that Angor bought all kinds of books, so he instantly had some new ideas.
The shopkeeper collected many books from people of various foreign fleets, but most of them were too aged and tattered, and some of them were written in unknown language so they never got sold and could only collect dust in his storage. Now he just met a generous customer, he would not let this chance get away.
“Collections?” Angor’s eyes lit up. He agreed without giving it much thought.
The shopkeeper quickly led Angor to the guest room upstairs and gave him a glass of fruit wine before he headed towards the storage.
After a while, the owner brought two assistants and three large wooden boxes with them. These gave out the smell of mold.
Angor frowned. They must have been kept in an extremely damp place to be like this.
“Oops… The traders from the desert kingdom haven’t come in a long time so we’re out of drying powder, and the Moonwater City is far from being dry. Don’t worry, I made inner packings for the books, no wetness will slip in,” said the shopkeeper as he thumped on his chest.
Angor did not question him. He only nodded and asked them to open the boxes.
Before he could check the content of them though, a loud, deafening horn sound came from the sky above the Moonwater City.