"If you're going to steal books, then steal books, but why burn down the library?"
Shard stared into his cold eyes:
"Sir, don't tell me you have a penchant for arson?"
"One fire and everything's clean, there won't be any clues left behind."
The gentleman gently swirled his wine glass and looked away from Shard, gazing once more at the falling snow. Even when exposed, he maintained his so-called elegance:
"This isn't the first time I've done this, Mr. Hamilton, but it's the first time I've been caught and forced to admit it. Before, I was never discovered. I studied psychology and criminology systematically, oh, the latter is a new field. I even learned some special little tricks against divination. The learning process enthralled me, and honestly speaking, this feeling of being caught isn't bad, it lets me know I'm still far away on the road to knowledge."
The middle-aged gentleman smiled:
"You've reminded me, never be arrogant; on the road to knowledge, we are all students."
