Adam listened and put his finger: the same information that appeared on his card appeared on the first page of the book.

—64341 or Adam —said the voice of the stone face in a leisurely tone— You have a bank account and I enrolled you in school a few days ago, in order not to know how to read, you have tamed a good fortune.

—I could see my fortune— Adam replied, somewhat surprised that he really had an account— I also want to deposit this sheet, I could access more information about my account and...

—Yes, one operation at a time— the stone face interrupted with some annoyance; killing Adam's excitement— I'm serving thousands of librarians at once. Anyway, you can take as long as you want, there is no rush.

Saying that the book in Adam's hand slammed shut and then opened, showing a summary of his account:

>Adam/64341

> Imbued Character Sheets: 120, Character Sheets: 8/18, Cursed Character Sheets: 71, Corrupted Character Sheets: 23, Magical Character Sheets: 4/18, Miscellaneous Deposited Sheets: 2

Adam saw the somewhat shocking figure, then scrambled through the pages of the book and each page had morphed into the leaves described: imbued ones were gold, common ones were white, cursed ones were black, corrupted ones were violet, magic ones were doodles moving on the sheet and the other two looked like plain paper.

—Is this mine?—Adam asked, turning the pages like a madman, not understanding the summary —I mean: Can I take it out whenever I want? Are there any rules or whims?

—If it's from 64341 and that's you— Said the stone face with a monotone voice— If you want to deposit, just put your sheet of imbued characters, and it will be saved. You will notice that your summary increases.

—And how much is each sheet worth in relation to the character sheet—Adam said, looking at the number of sheets in the notebook and seeing how many shoes there were—The lady at the store didn't want to accept the gold sheet from me.

—An imbued Character Sheet is currently trading at 105 Character Sheets— The face answered with a monotone voice— The other sheets are illiquid. So you can't sell them as a retailer. But you can buy 1000 corrupted/cursed/magical character sheets, they are worth about 1/18 of a character sheet.

—Who gave me so many sheets?—Adam asked impatiently—and who created the account for me? Did my mother do it? What was her name?, And...

—One operation at a time!— Shouted the shelf angrily— If it weren't for the fact that I have your data, I would really believe that you're a child, you act well boy, but you won't gain anything by acting that way with me, so: Be patient!

The guards, hearing the screams from the bookshelf, came running, already prepared to find anomalies. But before they could get close, a wall of stones appeared between Adam and the guards.

—Who gave you the right to disrupt an operation!!—he yelled at the bookshelf, but this time it was heard throughout the hexagon—Get out greedy bandits, or you will become one of my books!

The somewhat nervous guards backed slowly towards the door without saying a word, they knew that the shelves were not joking once the rules were said.

When the guards left, the stone walls disappeared and the hexagon was empty again, some patrons glared at the guards; others went directly to complain.

—As for you, boy—the bookshelf said in the same monotonous voice as before—don't worry, you can take all the time in the world. But one operation at a time.

—Who gave me so many leaves?—Adam asked, also a little scared by the scene, but he wanted to know the truth.

—You bought them— The shelf commented in a monotonous voice— 500 years ago, clean characters were worth 100 times more than imbued ones, the price was inverted; until you got rich. In any case, remember that librarians give little value to their riches and much to their knowledge.

—But I'm 10 years old, not 50!—Adam said, confusing the numbers.

—As for your second question— Said the stone face ignoring the boy, but noticing his insistence— You created the account 500 years ago... I mean 8 years... You were a baby, but you came crawling to create an account... I remember.

Adam was stunned thinking for a while, but the truth is he didn't remember much from when he was a baby, besides he never saw a baby with his eyes, so it could be true according to his mind of 10 years without education.

—Adam, I'm not going anywhere—said the stone face, seeing Adam somewhat dazed; without asking for any operation—It's getting late, and you should go to school. But come see me if you have more operations to do!

Adam, somewhat dazed, followed the advice and headed towards the school, while he tried to remember what he did as a child, but he only remembered playing in the corridors and shelves of the lower floors.