Chapter 172 - 167: Lessons for the Road
The next morning, John arrived at the Royal Library earlier than usual.
The morning mist still lingered over Valenor, softening the outlines of the towering buildings in the Scholar’s District. Only a handful of librarians had arrived, and the streets were quieter than he had ever seen them.
As he entered the archive wing, Elena was arranging a cart filled with books.
She looked up and smiled.
"You’re early again."
John laughed softly.
"I think I’m starting to enjoy mornings."
Elena raised an eyebrow.
"I’ll make a note of that. Lythriel might not believe me."
John smiled.
"She probably won’t."
The two shared a quiet laugh before Elena pointed toward Aldric’s office.
"Master Aldric and Mistress Miriam are already waiting."
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When John entered, he found the two elderly scholars standing beside a large table.
Instead of books, the table was covered with various objects.
Fragments of pottery.
Broken arrowheads.
Rusted coins.
Small stone carvings.
Even a cracked clay bowl.
John blinked.
"I thought we’d be studying manuscripts today."
"We are studying history."
Miriam replied.
"History isn’t only written in books."
She picked up the cracked bowl.
"Sometimes..."
"It’s buried beneath the earth."
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John moved closer.
The objects looked ordinary.
Nothing about them suggested they were valuable.
Aldric noticed his expression.
"What do you see?"
John looked carefully.
"A broken bowl."
"A few old coins."
"Some pottery."
Miriam smiled.
"Exactly."
She handed him the bowl.
"What is it worth?"
John turned it over in his hands.
"As it is?"
"...Not much."
"Correct."
She took it back and carefully placed it on the table.
"But what if I told you this bowl was made nine hundred years ago?"
John looked at it again.
His perspective immediately changed.
"It becomes important."
"Why?"
"Because it tells us about the people who used it."
Miriam nodded approvingly.
"Good."
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Aldric picked up one of the old coins.
"This coin isn’t valuable because of its metal."
He laid it beside another coin.
"It’s valuable because it tells us where it was found."
John frowned thoughtfully.
"So..."
"If someone removes an artifact without recording its location..."
"They lose part of its history."
Aldric smiled.
"Exactly."
"You’ve just learned the most important rule of archaeology."
He looked John directly in the eyes.
"Context is everything."
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For the next hour, Miriam showed John dozens of objects recovered from previous expeditions.
A clay cup with traces of soot still clinging to its base.
A child’s wooden toy discovered inside the ruins of an abandoned village.
An iron cooking knife worn smooth by decades of use.
None of them were treasures.
Yet each one revealed something about the people who had once lived there.
John found himself becoming fascinated.
He had always imagined ancient ruins hiding legendary weapons or magical relics.
Instead...
The ordinary objects were just as meaningful.
Perhaps even more so.
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Later that morning, Aldric unrolled a large sheet of parchment.
It contained several detailed sketches of ruined buildings.
"This is your next lesson."
John looked closer.
The drawings showed collapsed walls, broken pillars, and scattered stone blocks.
"What’s wrong with them?"
Aldric smiled.
"Nothing."
John looked confused.
"Then what am I supposed to learn?"
"The order."
"The order?"
Miriam stepped beside him.
"When explorers arrive at a newly discovered ruin..."
"They don’t immediately begin digging."
"They observe."
She pointed toward the first sketch.
"What do you notice?"
John studied it carefully.
The ruined building stood beside a river.
Several trees had grown through the collapsed walls.
One corner remained largely intact.
"There are signs of water damage."
He answered.
"And..."
"The northern wall collapsed first."
Aldric’s eyes lit up.
"What makes you think that?"
John pointed toward the sketch.
"The fallen stones."
"They all collapsed in the same direction."
The old scholar smiled broadly.
"Excellent."
---
For nearly two hours, John practiced interpreting sketches of ruins.
He learned how experienced researchers could estimate the age of collapsed buildings by studying weathering.
How different types of stone revealed where materials had been quarried.
How plant growth sometimes indicated hidden foundations beneath the soil.
Every lesson reinforced the same principle.
Observe first.
Act later.
John quietly wrote each lesson into his journal.
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Around midday, Elena entered carrying a stack of rolled maps.
"These just arrived from the Royal Exploration Guild."
Aldric accepted them gratefully.
"Perfect timing."
He spread the largest map across the table.
It was far more detailed than the one John had seen yesterday.
Fresh notes had been added in red ink.
Temporary camps.
Supply caches.
Observation posts.
"The expedition has finalized its route."
Aldric explained.
John leaned closer.
The western trail had indeed been chosen.
However...
He noticed something unusual.
"There are three camps before the ruins."
"Correct."
Aldric replied.
"The mountains become increasingly difficult beyond the third camp."
He pointed toward a narrow valley.
"From here onward..."
"The expedition will proceed on foot."
"No wagons."
"No horses."
John nodded.
That made sense.
Mountain terrain often became too steep for animals.
Everyone would have to carry their own equipment.
---
Miriam looked toward John.
"Which means you’ll need to decide what to bring."
John blinked.
"I hadn’t even thought about that."
She smiled knowingly.
"Most first-time explorers don’t."
She walked over to a nearby cabinet and removed another satchel.
Opening it, she began laying items on the table one by one.
A compact notebook.
Charcoal pencils.
Measuring cord.
A folding ruler.
A magnifying lens.
Wax tablets.
Small cloth bags for samples.
None of them looked particularly exciting.
Yet every tool had a purpose.
"An explorer who carries too much..."
She said.
"...moves slowly."
She removed several unnecessary objects from the satchel.
"One who carries too little..."
"...returns with unanswered questions."
John carefully memorized each item.
---
As the afternoon wore on, Aldric dismissed him slightly earlier than usual.
"You’ve absorbed enough for one day."
The old scholar said with a chuckle.
"If I teach you anything else, your head might explode."
John laughed.
"I think it’s already close."
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Leaving the archive wing, John stepped outside into the warm afternoon sunshine.
Instead of returning directly to the Silver Stag, he wandered through Valenor’s market district.
The expedition was only a few days away.
He needed to replace worn supplies.
A length of sturdy rope.
A new waterskin.
Extra travel rations.
Simple things.
Nothing expensive.
As he browsed a stall selling outdoor equipment, an elderly merchant smiled at him.
"Preparing for a long journey?"
John nodded.
"It looks that obvious?"
The merchant chuckled.
"Only travelers buy rope and dried meat with the same expression."
John laughed.
"I’ll remember that."
After paying for his supplies, he tucked them neatly into Miriam’s field satchel.
The bag was already proving its worth.
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Unnoticed by John, someone stood across the street beneath the awning of a map shop.
Darius Voss calmly watched as the young man inspected a compass before deciding not to buy it.
Interesting.
Most inexperienced travelers bought equipment they didn’t need.
John seemed to think carefully before every purchase.
Darius made no move to approach him.
Instead, he quietly turned and disappeared into the afternoon crowd.
There would be time for introductions later.
For now...
Observation was enough.
After all, the true journey had not yet begun.
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