Finally, the 4 reached the stairs, luckily they were quite close. Knowing that the questions came, Adam took off his glasses. Over time, he discovered that his hero identity used to solve a lot of problems and more with the guards.

The guards, noticing the wounded man carried by Adam, approached to ask:

—They need help?

—Yes—answered the old man on Adam's back—Upstairs 3 of 5, hex 3 of 18, I'll give you two character pages if you carry me there. I give the rest of the guards a page for keeping their mouths shut about the missing guard.

—Of course, donations are always accepted—said one of the guards approaching Adam to take the old man on Adam's back—but just in case you could pass us your ID, I don't want a creature to kill me on the way.

—A creature ate it—answered the old man with a bitter smile—My name is Abel, identification number 923, pass the book, so we can confirm.

The guard came over with the book. The old man put his finger on him, and the same data that he mentioned appeared in the book. With a smile, the guard asked:

—Are you a wanderer who returned? You could give a little more than a single page of characters to each.

—Don't tempt fate—replied the old man—do you think that the boy who is carrying me would not be interested in earning some extra karma?

The guard met Adam's eyes and preferred to close the deal by accepting it quickly.

Before the old man left, Adam mentioned:

—You're also going to need someone to carry these books. As much as he saved you, the books are yours.

—They're useless biographies, unfortunately they're useless to me—the old man replied with some sorrow for his dead companions—Anyway: thank you, the intention was good.

Adam, somewhat disappointed, I accept the thanks and I hope that karma too. He then accompanied the guard carrying the old man up the stairs, and they said their goodbyes on the middle floors 3 of 5 where Adam had to deliver the wooden box.

The path was pretty quiet until Adam came to a white wooden bookshelf, Adam took one of the books from him and the head of a girl with stars on her cheeks formed on the white wooden bookshelf, as he came out he said:

—You grew up pretty fast! You already have the height of adults, you only lack their robes.

—Yes, I know, are we going to argue here or are you going to let me in?—Adam asked in a rush and a little nervous, he didn't want to draw too much attention from the nearby shelves

—Of course, we won't argue here. And these two children?—Asked the girl suspiciously.

—They're coming with me—Adam answered hurriedly.

When pronouncing those words: a passageway was shown on the white wooden shelf, inside it the same spiral staircase that had gone down a while ago could be found. Adam carefully started up the steps with the children.

Going upstairs, he noticed the same square white wooden room he'd been in as a child, but this time it was decorated with a wooden desk and three chairs. There seemed to be no one inside the room, Adam entered and put the box that he had to transport here on the desk, then said:

—My mission was solely to transport this box. I couldn't open it: so I guess you guys can.

An old man began to form on one of the white wooden walls of the room, while he said in a serious voice:

—You sure have become a hero in these few years, boy. Let's see if you could return the favor for saving your life back then.

The old man finished forming, took a few steps and took the box. The box opened automatically when the old man's white wooden hands touched it.

When the box was opened, a small book came out, it was the black sheep. As he left, the old man's face formed a rather broad smile. But the sheep ignored him, and he stared at the two children in the room in disbelief, and with a rather high-pitched cry asked:

—And what are you doing here without a mannequin?!

—Clara allowed us to come, besides we have nothing to do with you—Hermes said in a rush.

—Yes, you can't give us orders!—Apollo yelled, supporting the idea of ​​Hermes.

—Clara is an idiot. At this rate they're going to end up killing them both—said the black sheep with annoyance, then she turned and looked at Adam and said:

—Take them back and come pick me up in a few hours, I trade for the old man with no eyes.

The children complained: they wanted their sweets. Adam convinced them by saying that they were going to the candy store before returning. So the three of them headed off to the market, leaving the black sheep to discuss the details with the white wooden shelves.