But just before reaching it, he slowed his steps, careful not to give away his excitement.
He picked up one of the books.
On the outside, he was calm.
But inside, his hands were trembling.
"Yongle Dadian."
The moment he read the title, he opened the system.
The message confirmed it:
[Item identified: Original edition of the Yongle Encyclopedia.]
Thirty volumes.
A stack so thick, he thought his eyes were deceiving him.
"These books were brought back by my husband over forty years ago, when he served in the military…"
Military service.
So that's it.
Not the Eight Nation Alliance… but likely their daughter army.
The bespectacled woman added,
"If you're interested, they're £2 a volume."
Pierre immediately set the book down with an indifferent scoff.
"Ma'am, they're just some old books—and incomplete, too."
I never understood what Adam was thinking.
Everyone else came back from China with porcelain or gold, but he brought home a box of books.
