Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
Farmer And Viper

6.30 Morning Davey opened his eyes hearing the sound of his alarm clock ringing and started the day as usual.

It was the same routine every day for three years. Wake up, change clothes, take a shower.

"Somehow it looks like something's not right ..." Davey couldn't help but mock himself in front of the mirror.

His general appearance didn't seem to change much, and he still had that trick. However, from the minute aspect, he was already very different.

However, he did not know how exactly he was different. It was as if Davey was given a modifying software and forced to speak. From his original base, it was as if he had turned into the head speaker of a Multilevel marketing company.

This is not a negative connotation. It was just that initially, he had to chat a little first, give some guidance followed by exuding a professional smile and the other party would see Davey's life mentor in a shining light.

But now, with a slight exaggeration, if one were to ask Davey to become a priest, all he might have to do was to put on the priest's robe and give a corresponding smile.

"Maybe someone might even do a confession on the spot," he chuckled mockingly as he squeezed his cheek and could feel those extra tooth lines.

Davey trusts his own vision and memory and believes he has no misperception.

However, given the sudden appearance of the eight teeth, Davey did not find the new development too surprising. However, the appearance of extra teeth is problematic.

In Buddhism, the Buddha is said to have 'Thirty-Two Great Human Signs' and 'forty teeth' is one of those characteristics.

Forty teeth symbolize the Buddha's avoidance of harsh words and treat everyone with virtue and kindness, From other unofficial historical records, it is said that Laozi also had forty teeth.

Forty teeth symbolize "perfect people".

Naturally an academic who specializes in the study of folklore like Davey definitely knows about the symbolism of eight extra teeth. It's just that he didn't bother investigating this.

In the process of studying folklore and popular customs, Davey often comes across some strange things that are difficult to explain. However, Davey would only treat it as something insignificant, and only record the source material.

He is an academician of folklore studies and not a scientist looking for answers.

"But isn't this a little overkill?" sigh Davey as he walks down. "I'll ask Blackie when he shows up again."

No matter how much he thought about it, Blackie was probably the only one who could answer his doubts.

After all, Davey didn't know too many people in this world and the majority were his customers. Each of these people needs it to hand out chicken soup from time to time. As the spiritual pillar and mentor of their lives, wouldn't asking such questions destroy their respective image of Davey?

Moreover, how could he talk to others about this matter? Can he randomly tell others that he suddenly grew eight new teeth?

Haa, that would definitely scare others. Forget it, I don't want to be like that Melissa boy and give unnecessary and strange discomfort to others. Davey shook his head as he thought to himself.

He headed to the counter and did a little simple cleaning. Then, just as he was about to turn on the electric kettle, he suddenly heard a knock on his door.

Skeptically, Davey turned towards the entrance. Usually, there would be no customers at this time. Moreover, no one should be willing to get up this early and come to his seedy bookstore in such bad weather.

Now that Davey thought about it, he thought it might be a regular customer. Although the sky was as black as ever, Davey could see the silhouettes of people outside and felt familiar.

"sir Wil?"

The silhouette outside let out a response while pulling his umbrella and keeping it away.

Now convinced his guess was correct, Davey walked over and opened the door. "Welcome…"

Deep down, he wondered. Why did Mr Wil come back so soon? Three visits in two weeks, this is almost half the quota for the last two years.

Davey felt half a month wasn't enough for Mr. Wil to master the Ceremony and Customs thoroughly . Moreover, all of this is not something in the field of study of Mr. Wil so it might be something impossible to achieve.

After all, it touches two different cultures. Without learning from the basics, it would be like learning about the ancient ways in modern times and would only gain a rough understanding.

But from what Mr. Wil has said before, this book has given him a lot of inspiration and enlightenment, perhaps within the scope of his own research.

Davey had a similar experience like this before. In times like these, it is best to take such an opportunity to bury your head in research and produce research results.

mr. Wil had the same way in the past. He could disappear for months after borrowing a book and only return a few months later.

It didn't seem normal for him to return in such a short period of time. Could something have happened?

Ding Ding's.

Feeling hesitant, Davey opened the door. Indeed, Mr. Wil is standing outside.

As always, Mr. Wil wore a neat old suit and his iconic men's hat. Her black umbrella was kept away beside the door and water was still dripping from it.

He looked up at Davey, his eyes hidden behind his mask showing a respectful expression. He took off his hat and bowed slightly. "Trs. Davey, good morning.”

"Morning."

Davey returned his smile and opened the door completely, letting Mr. Wil in. Then, he returned to the counter, turned off the electric kettle, and poured a cup of hot water for Mr. Wil.

“Something urgent so early, wil sir? If I'm still sleeping, you might freeze outside. The likelihood of an accident is high at your age. Remember to pay more attention to your own safety in the future.

“Many people today have cold hearts and are even reluctant to help the elderly because they do not want discomfort.

“Haa.. In fact, we can't blame them either. mr. Wil... Have you heard about the story of 'Farmers And Vipers'?

Talking to customers is part of building a closer relationship.

In addition, Mr. Wil will probably be a little tired after rushing around early in the morning. Immediately asking "Do you want to borrow a book" might be a bit too heartless so Davey decided to tell you a little story to start the ball rolling.

mr. Wil shook his head.

“The story is very simple, but worth to think of——

“One winter, a Farmer finds Viper frozen and numb from the cold, and out of pity takes it and puts it on his chest.

"Viper not long after being revived by the warmth, she turned to her benefactor and caused a fatal bite on him."

Davey poured himself a cup of water as he raved. Chuckling, he pondered, “However, if you faint in front of my door, I will definitely not let you lie there. We are friends after all.”

Of course, a qualified teacher will not forget to provide interactive assignments after class.

“pak Wil, who do you think is wrong in this story? Farmer, or Viper? As he lay dying, would the farmer blame himself for not knowing anything or would he blame the snake for being cruel and indifferent?

Wilde stared into the deep eyes of the bookstore owner and his entire body trembled, causing several droplets to come out of the cup in his hands.

Davey is somewhat satisfied with what he considers a deep and thought-provoking opener.

An hour in the morning is worth two hours in the evening.

Just as a composition requires a good introduction and a thesis statement to outline one's point of view.

On a sunny morning where there are already customers, starting the day with a classic fairy tale is fun.

Indeed, this story was deliberately narrated for Mr. Wil.

an empty heart like Mr. Wil needs to maintain vigilance and attention in his ordinary daily life.

Today, Mr. Wil has come even before Davey opened the store.

mr. Wil lives quite far from the bookstore. Judging from their previous conversation, it took about an hour's drive to get here.

Heavy rain, lightning, and strong winds make traveling along the slippery land a little dangerous in this darkness.

In such horrendous weather, Mr. Wil had traveled quite a distance alone in the morning. If there are accidents happening along the way, maybe no one realizes it and Mr. Wil just disappears in the middle of a heavy rain without anyone knowing.

This isn't just Davey's baseless fear. Earlier, news had reported some buildings collapsing and not happening too far from here. Obviously, the situation outside was rather dangerous at the moment.

Wouldn't an old, crippled man wandering around in this kind of weather be the perfect recipe for tragedy?

Well, how worrying…

At this moment, Wilde felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck his heart. His hand that was holding the cup trembled slightly.

After forcefully controlling his vibration, he replied, “The farmer is not wrong. He just showed kindness. The snake is also innocent, it just shows its instincts.”

Davey walked up to his chair behind the counter and sat down. “A decent and neutral opinion. In the end, this was a tragic result born of chance. There doesn't seem to be much to argue about it.

“However, this story is not a story about justice. The farmer expanded what he called his kindness, but it resulted in his death. What do you think came to his mind before he died?

Wilde was silent for a moment before he muttered, "Maybe sorry."

Davey smiled. “More confidence, eliminate the word 'maybe'. It is a story about humanism and requires one to reflect from one's point of view.

“Now, change your point of view. If you were a farmer, what would you think?

“The greatest regret the farmer must have was his inability to see the intrinsic nature of the snake from the start and why he himself had such unnecessary and blind kindness.

“There are many bad people in this world, but not all of them have the face of a bad person. Some may have disguises or some may use others. People who seem harmless and pathetic can harness feelings to do bad things. Maybe for you, or maybe for someone else.

“Do not easily believe, and do not deceive others. Most importantly, do not be gentle.

“If a person has no heart, how can he be touched by you? Such a person might smile at you just because he feels happy because you are off guard.”

Strong and resonating words were uttered by Davey.

Wilde's emotions become increasingly conflicted and miserable as he meets the bookstore owner's stern warning gaze. When he heard the phrase "He has no heart", Wilde's eyes narrowed and he loosened his fists.

Under the mask, a mocking smile appeared on his face, Haa... Can a person stay alive if he has no heart?

Nah!

So, Mr. Davey actually.

"Do you understand everything I'm saying, Mr Wil ?" Davey crossed his arms and watched him.

Wilde took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

But he still…

"It's good if you do it" Davey said with satisfaction.

He reached out and poured more tea for Wilde.

Davey then looked at Wilde once more. In addition to his unusual visit today, Wilde looked preoccupied with something and wore a grim expression on his face.

A thought came to Davey's mind.

mr. Wil had left the house early in the morning with no regard for his own safety and had specifically run to the seedy bookstore. However, it seemed that he had no desire to borrow or buy books.

On the contrary, after their brief chat, Mr. Wil seemed much more relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his mind.

That means that Mr. Wil's intention is to have a heart-to-heart chat.

Davey's rather adept teacher at solving psychological problems raised eyebrows. It doesn't seem like a simple matter.

First, Mr. Wilde came to return the book not long ago and has given Davey the dream catcher a thank you.

Therefore, it is not an academic matter but rather.it is a matter of life.

An elderly widow who lives alone will definitely face many problems in life. However, being alone for so long and getting used to such circumstances meant that most trivial things would not cause much trouble.

Therefore, what remained was another big problem that bothered the old widows.

Kinsman.

And from what Davey knows, Mr. Wil has no other relatives, only two children who are not very kind to him. Both adopted.

Someone has gone to work and hasn't come back for years nor has there been any news of him.

The others were even more shameless and turned against Mr. Wil when he found his biological parents.pak Wil would become very angry whenever this was revealed.

Davey felt that it was basically impossible for the latter to return.

Besides, Mr. Wil wouldn't act like this if he came back and would instead have a black face.

Therefore, it can only be the first.“Haa, I still want to say that about Charles..”.

Davey decided to try to put out some of the antennas.

mr. wilde sighed. “Yes, of course you know. He has returned.”

Davey nodded his head. He now has a clearer picture since Mr. Wil put it this way.

A common trope depicted in many television series dramas is how elderly widows divide their assets and inheritance.

When an old man who lives alone suddenly falls ill, a number of strange relatives will come over.

And when the relative went away for many years and did not find much success outside, suddenly ran back, the reason is mostly just one thing—uang.

"While what I'm saying may be upsetting you, I still feel the need to warn you" Davey said. “Did he suddenly come back? Did he tell you about his predicament over the past few years, how he missed you, loved you, and other things that kept you warm and unclear on the inside?

“In reality, he might implicitly try to make you promise something.”

That's right, 'Charles' wants Wilde to give him the remaining spell technique.

Even as a widely known ruthless black magician, Wilde would still feel deeply saddened by such a tragic truth. Before he became a black magician, Wilde was first and foremost.

“What you want is a boy who stays in the good memories in your heart. However, is it true that he is back at the moment?” Davey's gaze intensified as he continued on heavily. “Although saying this may be a little cruel, however, as I just said... Do you want to be that farmer? Do you want to convey your feelings to a venomous snake that has no feelings?

Wilde was silent for a moment. Finally, he sighed, “I just... wanted to accompany him a little more, even if it meant deceiving myself. However, some dreams need to be awakened. He's not my Charles anymore."

"thank you. This is the second time you have given me such important guidance!" Wilde lifted his head and said. “I know what to do..”.

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