Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
why do I have eight extra teeth.

Heris reached out and received the file from her subordinates.

Right at the top was a report of the reconstruction of the scene that had been done by the black magicians of the 'Scarlet Cult'. Paper documents are filled with long and detailed analysis.

It even included magic release time, etheric disturbance level, state of mind, damage coverage at the scene, and many other details. Anything that is very important is neatly arranged in it.

Fortunately, the black magician was unlike a bunch of fools from the Truth Union and had marked the most important point. Furthermore, there was a complete and detailed description of the reconstruction of the scene.

Such detailed investigative reports could only be achieved by the witches.

The investigative methods used by hunters tend to rely on themselves as well as their senses. For example, hunters with superior eyesight may notice blood stains or disturbances in the aether that an ordinary person would not notice.

However, they could also see another hidden aspect of the world and end up going crazy…

Of course, this is just a myth. Veteran hunters who truly go crazy and eventually die must have long lost their speech ability and would not be able to accurately describe what they witnessed to others through their growls and grunts.

The temporary collaboration between the 'White Wolf' and the 'Scarlet Cult' was very beneficial for both sides.

In combat, the complement of close and long-range combat increased the efficiency of their combat power. In the current situation, this cooperation is something that neither side can do without…

But the premise is that they have the same goal. Otherwise, those high and mighty witches would never have chosen to cooperate with the hunters.

Heris skimmed through the files and flipped to the last page as her eyes narrowed. The last part of the file is a photo of the scene.

The entire alley was covered with flesh and blood. Veins and lumps of meat stick to the ground and walls. Even if this was a photograph, the piece of blood looked as if it was still writhing.

There was nothing left of Uri's corpse and the only way to identify that she was there was a ragged piece of her clothes left behind.

The entire corpse had been twisted into a fleshy pulp or perhaps the nest of some organisms. The bloody veins covering the body had completely ruined the appearance of the corpse and a pure white iris flower grew from the hole that seemed to be the mouth. The allegedly green iris root is embedded deep into the flesh and is now deep red in color.

It is difficult to determine whether the flower was planted there or grew from this collection of flesh and blood.

However, according to the report, the flower and the collection of flesh and blood had withered moments after the photo was taken.

It was as if this flower was a parasitic organism that absorbed nutrients from Johann and Uri's bodies before withering away when the source was depleted.

The strange posture of the corpse in the alley and the long trail of blood behind it describe the suffering and pain Uri experienced before she died.

Uri had exerted all his efforts in his final moments to leave a message of despair in blood.

' Run' .

Heris placed the file on the table and exhaled sharply. "This means that after Johann returns from the bookstore, his consciousness has been taken over by something unknown... Am I right to say that those black magicians have no way of analyzing what that thing is?"

His subordinate bowed his head. "Yes." Yeah."

“What are their plans to follow up on this?”

“Rubby meat and iris flowers have been collected and will be handed over to the Scarlet Cult headquarters for Morphey 'Precant' to study'. Currently, they have advised us to stop investigating the bookstore for now and focus all our efforts on ensuring the incubation of the Magic Egg Mirror.

"The Scarlet Cult Destroyer Rank that hasn't shown itself all this time?" Heris maintained her calm demeanor. "Tell them that the White Wolf will cooperate completely."

"Yes." Yeah."

The subordinate bowed respectfully and left the room.

Is this a bookstore owner's warning? Heris pondered in silence.

He turned and looked out the window. Outside the window was part of a large factory. A large incubator was placed in the middle and inside was the Magic Ovum Mirror.

Make sure the incubation Magic Ovum Mirror?

But Heris did not forget that Alice's suddenly appeared and could be on par with him since he had been in contact with the bookstore's owner.

He had reason to believe that the bookstore owner was the one who was currently supporting Alice's, There was no guarantee that Alice's escape would not get more help from the bookstore owner.

I can't allow for more variables…

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Davey opened his eyes, waking up from his dream.

She could not help but smile as she recalled the beautiful dream she had as she stared at the soft fur fluttering over her. “I really have to thank Mr Wilde when I see him again. It really brings beautiful dreams.”

Davey sat down, took a deep breath and did a little stretching. His body felt relaxed and full of vitality.

The rain outside had not stopped and the gloomy weather made it difficult to determine the time. Davey glanced at the metal alarm clock by his bedside.

*6 am*

It was 30 minutes earlier than usual he woke up but at the same time, he felt energetic meaning the quality of the previous night's sleep was good.

“We can still meet in a dream when the next night arrives. I hope what he said really comes true, ”gum Davey to himself as he gets out of bed, changes clothes, and heads to the bathroom.

Although it is possible to experience this kind of continuous dream, the chances of it happening are very small. Davey feels that his previous dream was a coincidence and all he can hope for is a dream-catcher net will capture another beautiful dream for him.

Standing in front of the basin, Davey picked up his toothbrush and began his daily grooming. Maintaining a neat and tidy appearance was a courtesy he could not do without.

“Gurgle gurgle... Pui!”

Davey spewed out a mouthful of saliva and foam, then rinsed his mouth twice more. He then washed his face with a towel and smiled into the mirror, checking his teeth out of habit.

Suddenly, Davey was stunned. “Why does it seem... something is wrong?”

Davey looked at the mirror suspiciously and opened his mouth wider and used his fingers to touch two rows of his teeth.

Upon closer inspection, he confirmed that he had grown eight extra teeth at the end of his jaw. His original teeth especially his molars seemed to be shrinking and some of the new occupants had been fitted snugly. Davey wouldn't even notice it if he didn't take a closer look.

“Even if I was suddenly hit by hyperdontia, they shouldn't grow that fast, eh?”

Davey frowned. After some thought, he suspected that this was Blackie's act.

—Blackie is the name he gave to the hidden hand behind his transmigration. After all, it had the appearance of a black silhouette.

However, the more Davey thought about it, the extra set of teeth seemed to mean nothing.

“Haa, forget it, who knows what's on his mind. Maybe, giving teeth is one form of blessing?”

Davey tested his bite several times and realized that the function of his teeth did not seem to be affected at all and because of that, he gave up thinking about this problem.

Everything was fine as long as his teeth were still usable and painless, Davey tidied up his appearance and went down to open his business that day.

"I wonder if there will be any new customers today."

As usual, Davey skillfully opened the latch and opened the door of his bookstore.

The water level on flooded roads appears to be slightly decreasing today; according to news reports, it may be because underground sewage systems operate with the highest efficiency.

However, the thing that surprised everyone was some heavy vehicles passing through the usually deserted road.

The headlights shone through the rain curtain and illuminated the path for a moment. Occasionally, curious faces peek out from shops and housing on both sides of the street before re-closing their doors or windows to prevent the influx of rain.

These vehicles came and went quickly and the normal state of calm returned again.

"Maybe there was an accident?" Davey wondered as he looked at the waves created from the passing trucks. Come to think of it further, accidents are not out of the question in this heavy rain.

It also seems that there are heavy equipment used for construction such as bulldozers and excavators in these trucks.

Davey also wants to listen to the morning newscast from next door to find out what happened. But after sitting in his chair for quite a while, he still could not hear the static crackling from the television.

"Hmm?"

According to the usual routine, Davey found this a bit strange. When such an unusual occurrence happens, the next boss will definitely harden the volume of his television and install it on a channel that gives a report on an issue that makes everyone curious.

However, he didn't do it today and it seemed like the television wasn't even turned on.

How strange. Could it be another trip? Or suddenly the next boss fell ill? Davey. couldn't help but worry.

Although this neighbor had some flaws, he was just an ordinary citizen and could not be judged as a bad person.

Already accustomed to listening to the news in this way many times, Davey felt somewhat uneasy now that the news was gone. Therefore, he inched to the wall attached and exclaimed, "Excuse me ..."

Before he finished speaking, a startled shout came from the other end, "Ahh!"

A little confused, Davey asked, "Did something happen?"

There was a moment's silence before the trembling voice replied, “Nothing, really. It's nothing.. No need to be polite, no need.”

The boss of the audio-visual store next door gulped a few times while speaking indistinctly and asked, "Is there a problem?"

“I just want to ask why your television is not turned on. Is there a problem?”

Good Lord! He realized something was wrong! In the movie, those who revealed their bad intentions all ended up dead!

The owner of the audio-visual store rushed to turn on the television at once. “I'll turn it on, I'll turn it on! I'm sorry! I'll turn it on at once!”

The television next door lit up and featured an up-to-date newscast about the accident involving several collapsed buildings.

Ahh, so it's a collapsed building. Well, it is very likely that some poorly made buildings will collapse in very hot weather. Oh, there's a victim too, it looks like this accident is quite serious.

"Okay, thank you." Davey nodded his head and thanked him but suddenly felt that something was strange.

Isn't the neighbor's tone impatient yet still polite? That doesn't make any sense.

Davey inevitably thought about the previous conjecture and then exclaimed, “Master. Colin, are you sure you're okay? Your body needs enough rest to live well.”

Grain of sweat started to come out on Colin's forehead.

Why would he ask me such a question? Don't tell me he's gone and done something to my body? Now he warned me not to act blindly without thinking, otherwise I would not be able to live well…

Colin stared at the television, then turned his gaze to the phone he was holding that displayed a message he had long been hesitant to send. His whole body was frozen stiff.

Davey's voice sounded from next door. "Trs. Colin?”

Colin shuddered and his finger moved slightly. Looking down, he realized that he had clicked to send a text message.

Recipient: Dome Church, Pastor Vincent.

Colin turned pale and his soul almost left his body in fear. Using all his efforts, Colin controlled his babbling mouth from issuing a series of swearing. He gritted his teeth and cursed viciously at himself, What has happened is done, it is too late for regrets.

Now, this information has been passed on to the father. If Colin could continue to hide it for some time, he might still be able to hold on.

Oh Father, please save me!

“Haa.. It's nothing, I'm fine. Thank you for your attention." Colin forced himself to calm down and pretend to be relaxed.

Hearing this answer, Davey felt that Colin was not entirely honest, but he would not investigate any further.

"If that's the case, I won't bother you then" Davey replied while wondering if he should visit to check on this next-door neighbor.

At this moment, a sharp bell rang near the door.

Welcome, Davey said as he looked up. Looks like we did have a new customer today, Davey thought to himself.

The person who entered the bookstore appeared to be a tall, red-haired girl who seemed to be in her late teens. This teenage girl had a beautiful face filled with youthfulness and bright eyes that were very striking.

He wore a white T-shirt, denim overalls, and a pair of bright yellow, round-toed boots. His long hair was braided into a shoulder pigtail that was partially hidden under the pointy hat.

Young customers like this rarely appear in bookstores.

"May I help you with something?" ask the young man behind the counter.

Melissa scanned the entire bookstore curiously before she turned her gaze to Davey.

With three quick steps, he reached the table and took out a stool before sitting on it. "Are you the owner of this bookstore?" Melissa asked as she shook her legs.

Davey nodded and replied with a smile. “Yes, it's me. Let me know if you need anything. Whether it is borrowing, buying, or just reading a book, everything is fine.”

He didn't seem too impressive..Is this bookstore really an S-rank? Could it be that Dad made a mistake?

A group of doubtful thoughts flashed through Melissa's mind. He carefully inspected this bookstore and only noticed that the stone gargoyle looked like a product of a black mage. Everything else is completely ordinary.

Melissa looked at the young man before her in disappointment and even forgot that the reason she had come here was because she was curious about the ending of the Seed of the Abyss that she had not finished reading.

Isn't this place too ordinary…

He had challenged the rain and risked a good scolding from his father to get here, yet this was not the mystical and charming bookstore he had expected. Melissa could not help herself thinking about it.

"Can you really help with something?" Melissa muttered as she placed her chin on both hands.

What comes to mind today's children.

A few droplets of sweat appeared on Davey's forehead but he smiled politely and replied, "Yes, a too absurd request won't work."

Melissa slammed both hands on the table. "Is grappling with you too much to ask?

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