Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
True friend

Joseph, a former noble knight, Because he found out that "Black Scale Faceless Man" Wilde recently appeared in an anonymous bookstore on 23rd Street and stayed for over an hour, it was very suspicious, so he came to investigate.

Before he came, he had read the information in this bookstore carefully.

Since the problem was about the devastating black magician, the information was sorted during the delivery process, and the situation was very clear.

The background of this bookstore is clean and embarrassing.

It can even be said to be blank.

The owner of a bookstore, Davey is a stranger from the northern highlands with black hair and eyes. He opened a bookstore here three years ago. Then, he was lucky enough to get the vice president of the Ashtree Chamber of Commerce with high-value books. Liked, secured, officially registered for operation.

These are all questionable public information within the Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce With the credibility of the Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce and the spiritual cleanliness of the druids, 90% of this information is trustworthy.

that's the truth.

All corners of this bookstore, as well as the young people in front of them, had no trace of ether fluctuations.

In the eyes of people of his level, the ether flow in Nuojin City was very clear and reasonable, and there was no possibility of being tricked.

This way, there was no need to spend a lot of time asking, and this young man definitely knew nothing. Wilde was unwilling to reveal his information to him, but it was just a waste of time.

When Joseph was young, he made many such mistakes. Now hot old, he had learned how to avoid it.

Now that the situation was fleetingly clear, the only exception was this gargoyle. Wilde borrowed a book and put a gargoyle in here in an hour. There must be an effect. Could these be coordinates ...

Joseph looked at the young man in front of him with an extremely oppressive posture, his sharp eyes assessing whether he was lying. "Participating in Reading Books"

"The gargoyle is yours?"

Davey turned to look at the gargoyle in surprise, and shook his head: "It was given to me by one of my guests, um, a souvenir."

Is this uncle because he wants to buy this craft?

It's okay, the souvenirs given by Mr. Wilde mean more than value.

When Davey wondered how to refuse, Joseph glanced at the undiscovered registration book on Davey's desk and saw the corner of his name in the corner.

"Frank Wilde, is he this guest?"

He asked, Davey naturally did not notice such an involuntary action.

He also could not imagine that in such a dim light, one could see the faint corner of the register just by looking at it.

But even so, such a corner could not let anyone mention his name completely.

So he knew immediately that the person in front of him knew Mr. Wilde.

"Yes." Yeah."

He became wary, nodded calmly, and secretly said that this uncle was the old king's enemy?

Why do I feel like revenge ...

Joseph frowned. How could Wilde give a gargoyle like a commoner?

This was indeed a very typical gargoyle produced by a black mage, with incredible strength, at least a level of panic, and not a general level of panic.

Even for him, it was a little threatening - enough to cut the skin to cause bleeding.

His real name was revealed ... No, wait, maybe not disclosed, but intentional? !

They had originally speculated that this was the headquarters of the dark witches, but now it seemed that the young bookstore owner was an ordinary person, so it was not applicable.

But suppose they use this as a code for a connection, that is, this is actually just a location for a ...

Davey looked at the uncle in front of him and was deep in thought, feeling that this person did not seem to be seeking revenge anymore.

In principle, the process of revenge should always be intimidating, then intimidating, then asking the whereabouts of Mr Wilde, what he has been doing lately, whereabouts and so on?

If you say it, you stop talking.

If he didn't say anything, he would be punched and kicked to get a confession, and then he would kill.

It doesn't look at all now, so I asked him a few trivial words, and just thinking about it, what is this so-called revenge?

Davey has to think about it another way, could this uncle be Mr Wilde's friend?

Although it looks very unkind, Davey's many years of experience in seeing people, putting aside the prejudices of first impressions, this will not be a bad person.

As he entered, although full of momentum, he actually noticed not to destroy the objects in the bookstore in his every move.

Opening and closing the door does not damage the door, and the counter does not damage the counter. This On the contrary, after thinking about it, he was a cautious and gentle person.

Davey cleared his throat while thinking, and said, "Are you Mr Wilde's friend?"

Joseph turned to look at her, and he showed a strange smile after hearing the words: "Friends? ... Well, we've known each other for years, but two years ago, he had a little conflict with me and left without saying goodbye until this point. Only then did news of him. "

Davey quietly said. Two years ago, wasn't that when Old Wang first came to the bookstore?

It's worth looking desperate turns out conflict with a good friend ...

Unfortunately, Mr. Wilde is not easy. Not only did he live alone in such a big city, living alone, his relatives disliked him, but he also had conflicts with friends.

But now it seemed like the person in front of him should plan on taking the initiative to reconcile.

It's really satisfying!

Davey said happily: "It turns out like this. It's worth knowing Mr Wilde in an instant. Your relationship must be very good."

While using the investigative technique carefully, Joseph said casually: "This is very good. It can be said that we are a confidant and a true confidant. For years, I've been looking for traces of him."

Speaking of his relationship with Wilde, it was so good that he couldn't wait to cut off the other's neck, and his internal organs would explode.

Oh ... almost did it two years ago.

It's just that Wilde didn't know what method was used, and he didn't die back then.

Davey had not expected the friendship between the two old men to be so deep, and was moved: "It was truly an envious friendship. Too bad I don't know the address, otherwise I will definitely tell."

Did you know it must be fake. Joseph pouted, and he did not know how he would chat with the bookstore owner.

But anyway, it's okay to remove this person's amnestic afterwards, and a few words won't hurt.

Davey said: "Master Wilde just came to borrow a book a few days ago. It took a while before he came back. He should not be able to find it in the short term - do you want to sit and rest for a while?"

Joseph raised his head, the young man in front of him with a friendly and gentle smile on his face, and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Resting? Do I look useless?"

Davey snorted, but the bookstore owner in front of him did not have any evil thoughts in the induction of the knight's "only" seal, and giving him a kindness like a stubborn old knight was no small bonus.

At least it increased from indifference to friendliness. And the other party's casual and equal demeanor, for some reason, it made him have a rare desire to chat.

Perhaps because after becoming a Glory Knight, no one dared to treat him for so long. The one in front of the negative is just an ordinary person who does not know, and does not need to hold on to a superior or predecessor.

Davey shook his head and said sincerely: "Of course not, it's just. You should have trouble sleeping. You look tired and your face is a little bad."

Elderly people at this age usually have problems with sleep and rheumatism, and he pays little attention to his uncoordinated left and right hands.

Although mental fatigue is not obvious, it is not difficult for Davey, who is good at observing, to know.

"You coming, you've worked hard to find Mr Wilde?"

Joseph's right hand wearing leather gloves moved slightly, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

How could the owner of this bookstore .. no, it should just be a coincidence.

But why, he always felt that this set of three keywords "joint", "sleep" and "Wild" were put together, there was such a meaningful and meaningful feeling?

And out of the five words "great friendship", is there anything strange yin and yang?

But this doesn't seem to mean anything. After all, he first said that he and Wilde had a deep friendship.

Joseph's expression became a little complicated, and he said, "I'm not a parent. How can rain affect my joints? In addition, bad skin is not because of this ... As for wanting me to read, it's not necessary, I can't money. "

Seeing what he said, Davey reached out and took the bench and sat down, shaking his head in his heart.

Really, you know as soon as you speak, Old Tsundere.

Davey pushed his tea and said, "There's no cost to read in the bookstore, but only in the library area behind me. Let's warm up with a cup of tea."

"Maybe I can tell you about Mr Wilde."

Joseph took a sip, unfamiliar with the taste of the tea, frowned and shook his head: "No, I'll sit down for a while and leave."

As he frowned, he felt a vague headache start to recur.

Shit, this .. more and more often.

Joseph held back patiently and moved the bench under his butt. Due to the angle of the sit and the shift in attention, Joseph caught a glimpse of the book that Davey had set aside and was originally in his hands.

Joseph's eyes blinked suddenly.

"Abyss Children"?

Davey has spoken naturally: "I happen to be reading a soothing fairy tale. Very moving and healing. Would you like to try it? I think taking a look before bed can relieve stress.

According to the teachings of his Chinese teacher in high school, the more aggressive a man is, the more likely a gentle girl is in his heart.

He is sure of this Person in front of him, because he has a gentle mind, he never forgets friendship.and is still proud So most likely, the old man in front of you belongs to this type.

"Tales?" Joseph grunting. "Something childish and silly, young man, you're not young anymore, why would you want to read this kind of book?"

"Well, this is the best story I've ever read. In NuoJin, that's the only one."

Davey took back the hand of the "Little Prince" with a hint of regret, and said, "It's a shame ..."

Joseph suddenly moved his mouth, pointed his finger at the book in Davey's hand, and said, "You're talking about this? A fairy-tale? You sure?"

Whose story is the Children of the Abyss? !

Are you a fairy tale animal of dreams?

Davey nodded inexplicably: "Of course, a very beautiful fairy tale book is an absolute classic."

Joseph vaguely sensed something wrong, but so far, he still did not feel the ether flow.

It's just that this damn fairy tale really gave him the impetus to see why it's called this name.

"Bring it up."

In the end, he stretched out his hand blankly and leaned against the counter: "When it satisfies your desires, just look at it."

As expected, Davey smiled and handed the book in his hands.

Joseph pretended to catch a glimpse of the book's cover and the title - "Son of the Abyss" which had passed before him.

It's really called this ... What kind of story is this?

Joseph reached out his hand, and just about to pick it up, he suddenly felt dizzy.

The tingling feeling that had been forcefully suppressed earlier quickly grew in my mind, my eyes were shrouded in shadows, and overlapping chatter and tinnitus came from my ears.

It started from the spine and gradually spread to the depths of the soul, sweeping through everything like a sharp pain like shredding the soul.

The body begins to lose its center of gravity.

"!"

He was very familiar with the feeling of walking in the shadows!

Magic Sword Candela! It seems to resonate with something ...

Why this time?

Wait, this guy just talked about "before going to bed", doesn't that mean this sleep?

Is this a trap? !

Joseph's consciousness was completely cut off at this time, and he fell off the counter, and the bookstore owner's phone was lost.

"Hey! Oi! Uncle! Uncle, you're fine!"

"Hey, hello! You're fine!"

Davey's expression changed, and he quickly turned around with one hand on the table and stepped forward to support the uncle who suddenly appeared to have a stroke.

Or ... Isn't that a sudden brain hemorrhage? !

Although his uncle looked a little older, he was extremely strong, and he did not look like someone who would suffer from such a problem.

But it's still old man ...

In short, let's save for now!

However, after Davey moved the man to the ground with great difficulty, he discovered that the uncle had stable breathing, a strong heartbeat, and no abnormal symptoms.

Instead, it seems he was just asleep.

"Nothing?"

Davey suspiciously reached out his hand to grab this man's wrist and pressed his finger into the position of the artery.

As a folklorist, knowing your pulse and shallow medical skills is natural, right?

Davey frowned, then let go, put Joseph's wrist down, and sighed: "This pulse is stronger than my young son's. Your uncle is still your uncle, and he's very healthy."

But why did it suddenly pass?

It should have nothing to do with the book! Alrighty!

Even though the uncle had only done one thing before he fainted, and that was taking his book.

But in this world, there should be no reason to suddenly fall ill and go into a coma without seeing "The Little Prince"?

So it's definitely not the relationship.

This is "The Little Prince", a warm and healing fairy tale book After reading it, you should just feel comfortable, not directly infarct.

Davey sighed, but the guy was dizzy by his side, so let's just shut up for a bit, and then ask when he woke up.

CONNECT...................!!!