Lessons to be taught

Alastor didn’t waste his remaining time on this place as he began to study at the library.

It was 2 in the morning.

The hall is cold as it is deadly silent. The tribunal hunters had already gone to their room. All was left the silent cold night.

Alastor who have entered the library was diverted into two long sections. There are small windows on the side of the wall that gave birth to the light of the moon, but still, it couldn’t reach the other side of the room.

The lingering smell of the candle lamp lightened the darkest part of the library.

Alastor cough over the dust of the book as he open it and sat in front of the table. The old book has a sweet smell, a musky smell of wood, fainted in vanilla scent. It’s irritating, but without the smell, the library would be lifeless, and perhaps, he’d fall asleep too. Even though, he thinks he can’t fall asleep without smelling it.

The book was all about the history of Hunters.

It was long but worth taking notes on.