Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
Do Good Deeds Without Leaving a Name

“Everything is good if you know what to do. At your discretion, I'm sure Mr. Wil will definitely handle this matter well.”

Davey continued with a sigh. “I know this may be a bit difficult to bear because he is your son. However, you may be more regretful in the future if you do not.

Unfortunately, facing reality is painful. But the sooner people who grumble like this are revealed, the better it will be for Mr. Wil and the public.

Davey is just a kind-hearted soul who does good deeds without leaving a name.

Wilde was old and lacking in affection, so being cheated was nothing out of the ordinary. However, as a friend, Davey felt that he definitely needed to go out and remind Wilde of such times.

There are three types of profitable friends. Firm, sincere, and knowledgeable.

Although Davey felt he could not be all three, he still felt the need to give proper guidance when witnessing such a situation.

“Currently, you have chosen to indulge yourself and that not only puts you in a disadvantageous state, but, it is also a great disrespect to Charles' memory in your heart. It's a mistake by mistake to choose to go down this way. Do you really want to destroy it completely? Instead of regretting it after being late, why not leave those last happy memories?”

Yes, Charles the one who came back was just a soulless body, the real Charles died a long time ago.

How could Wilde try to deceive himself and treat the corpse before his eyes as Charles?!

It was truly insulting to the memories of his disciple!

At this moment, Wilde was completely ashamed of himself but his gaze turned cold when he suddenly realized. After some time, he said, “You were right. I was confused this time. I will deal with this issue as soon as possible.”

The people who play around with his feelings by using Charles are the ones who really need to be 'handled'.

Wilde was unaware of the truth. It was just that he clung to the memory of his disciple, allowing himself to be voluntarily tricked into reliving those times with his disciple…

Once this entire episode is complete, what was meant to die will still die.

However, his actions had caused even greater risk, immersing him in a confused state where he was unable to determine between right and wrong.

If he had not come to the bookstore in a confused state, Wilde might have actually continued to pass on his mantra to 'Charles' out of guilt. And once those who pull the strings from the shadows get the last advantage, it's clear what they want to do.

This is an all-out assassination attempt. Besides, it almost worked.

But fortunately, Mr. Davey's words were like the sharp cries of those northern monks, waking him up in an instant.

Davey nodded and advised, “You must be firm and not do half-hearted work. A certain level of cruelty should be used to deal with these kinds of people, otherwise, they might easily come back to haunt you.

In today's society, this kind of young man is a bastard and a thug. Without clarifying one's attitude, this kind of bastard would not stop interfering.

Wilde flashed a faint smile. "Don't worry. I won't give him a second chance.”

Completely eradicating the source. This was a method Wilde had mastered very well.

Right now, those who pulled the rope from the shadows would definitely burst into laughter. It was time to attack directly when they were not ready to react.

It just so happened that Wilde gained enlightenment about corpses and death from reading Master Davey's work, The level of mastery of his spells had increased tremendously and he was eager to experiment.

Davey took a sip of his tea and said with satisfaction, “That's the Wil sir I know! Your desperate state just now looks like how you were two years ago. Frankly, it makes me a bit disappointed. I'm still hoping you'll read more books and move away from the past.

old age like Mr. Wil will find the spiritual aspects of life very lacking and have few emotional needs. However, the current state of affairs would not meet his needs.

Thus, Davey sometimes indirectly instills a fighting spirit so that he can handle the matter more enthusiastically which may be a good approach.

'Loved'? No fine!

Wildan's face stiffened. Mr. Davey had given him the Corpse Devouring Sect, Rites & Ceremonies in the hope he would help spread the contents. And then.return this glory of faith or perhaps create a new one.

After all, the book given to him for this research was equivalent to being entrusted with an invisible mission.

However, Wilde not only failed to make progress, he was also caught up in some problems. That's not gonna work at all.

And now, these words are like a knock on the head and a reminder— you must spread the doctrine! Stop wallowing! You should be working for me now!

“I've seen your hope and the help you give from your book. Please forgive my mistake. When this matter is resolved, I won't let you down again.

Davey waved his hand nonchalantly and chuckled, “No need to be too serious. Just visit more often and tell others about this place. For me, that's all I expected.

Indeed, the selfless and giving-loving bookstore owner hopes to socialize those teachers.

"I understand. There will be a meeting coming soon. At that time, I will make your voice heard.”

"Oh? I will anticipate it with great enthusiasm then.”

Wilde sat down and chatted with Davey for some time until he finished his tea before saying goodbye in much better spirits.

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Charles opened the door and smiled warmly at the old man outside. “Ahh, Teacher! You have returned.”

The handsome young man had a respectful look as he looked at his teacher, He reached out to help Wilde with his umbrella, before limping inside.

Naturally, it was impossible to return from the crevice of the dreamland without being injured, Losing one leg was proof of the suffering Charles was going through.

Wilde looked sad when he saw his student walking. But after taking a deep breath, he managed to calm down. “Charles, bring me my ceremonial knife. You know where it's kept.

A person who could achieve the perfect resurrection technique might have the same rank as himself, It meant that there was a Destroyer level black mage behind Charles' resurrection.

Charles snorted acknowledging and distanced his umbrella. "Are you going to test the spell?"

Wilde replied calmly, “Mm, there is a very important spell that I have to test. There are also some preparations I need to make. Hurry up then, I'll need your help any minute.”

“I will definitely do my best,” Charles said with a nod before going to pick up his teacher's ceremonial knife.

He knew that his teacher's most commonly used magic tool was an obsidian ceremonial blade and hence, he didn't think much of it.

When he returned from the room where the magic equipment was stored, Charles wondered how much longer he would complete his mission...

He handed the ceremonial knife to Wilde and noticed the old man smiling kindly, then extended his hand.

Extinguish!

The black obsidian knife pierced through Charles' body almost without any guilt.

The young man's eyes widened in shock and the last sight he saw as he fell was a stretch of pitch-black ether on the ground like a carpet of thorns covering his gaze.

“Rest in peace, my son. There is calmness in death itself.”

Wilde watched as a quilt of thorns enveloped the corpse and a blood-red thread that was like a doll rope peeled off the flesh of a corpse. “Peti Dead Everlasting.. Moreover it's you—Morphey!”

With his ceremonial knife, Wilde cut every aether string connecting the user and subject.

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Headquarters of the 'Scarlet Cult', the secret prayer hall. Sitting in front of the gloomy altar, Morphey's 'Precant' face was illuminated by the flame of a candle.

A circle of candles surrounded the altar and in the center was a curve filled with blood. Blood seeped out from the hole on different sides, forming a smooth pillar that dripped down and disappeared as it hit the ground like radiation and formed a huge and complex array of curses.

Suddenly, the candle went out and the blood pillar dried up, Morphey Eyes opened and he instinctively retreated in shock. "Wilde, how could he ?!"

The terrifying reaction of the curse being forcibly stopped struck before he was finished.

Kraackk….

The altar split rapidly, breaking apart and turning into ash as it collapsed. A large amount of etheric energy became unstable and flowed profusely like bursts.

Morphey was flown as if he had been invaded by thousands of shapeless cavalry and smashed into the wall with a loud bang.

The Scarlet Cult's black magician rushed to find everything in complete ruins as well as a huge crater with spider-like cracks around it as a result of the torrential aether flood.

As well as a coughed Morphey who climbed out from under the rubble.

Morphey stood with difficulty, She was covered in blood and her elegant nun dress was now in tatters and revealing her plump curves.

He stood expressionless amidst the ruins and observed the destruction around him, as well as the huge crater around him.

A black coffin buried within the earth had appeared at the midpoint of the crater where the altar was located. On top of it, several pale skeletons with arms outstretched as if struggling to hold the red gemstone embedded in the center of the coffin.

'The Dead Pot of Eternal Rest'.

This was an iconic magic artifact used by the Destructive rank black mage, 'Precant' Morphey.

In general, most magic tools are just items that provide help or a simplified process. In the end, the power of the spell lay in the number of aether gathered as well as one's combat abilities.

For example, when using fire spells, low-level mages would use tools such as gunpowder and sulfur, whereas high-level mages would only need to utter curses.

Hence, the impression most people had of a black mage was of a secret dark-robed creature that carried all sorts of strange magic tools on them like ignition materials while using fire spells.

All of these are just appendages and can slightly increase the power of a spell. However, such a tool would not have a good effect.

However, when it came to magic tools that possessed extraordinary power, the use of such tools would far exceed just a complement.

On the other hand, the Eternal Coffin was a powerful magic tool with a 'resurrection' capacity'. It was a very dangerous taboo article.

Morphey has used the Coffin of Eternal Rest to resurrect Wilde's student, Charles, and turn him into his own puppet in order to approach Wilde and kill him.

This is not a plan made overnight.

The whole procedure of this plan was rearranged when Wilde's other pupil, Uri, was alive.

According to what Uri said, his teacher's favoritism towards Charles was like the affection of a father and not how a teacher treated his student.

As a more talented student, Uri ends up killing Charles out of envy one day and then defected.

Although Wilde was a Destroyer-level black magician, he was once defeated by Joseph and had a deadly weakness.

Thus, he would be the best food for the Magic Ovum Mirror.

As a black mage of the same rank, Morphey had interacted with Wilde before. From his judgment, he was somewhat convinced that Wilde, who did not dare to show himself after the battle two years ago, was no longer as strong as before.

Yet surprisingly, despite harboring this thought and proceeding carefully and using Wilde's weaknesses in this assassination attempt, the entire plan had completely failed?!

Everything went so well, until a while ago…

Wilde only stepped out for half an hour but upon returning, he stabbed Charles whom he treated as his own son to death without the slightest hesitation.

What exactly happened in between?

How did he suddenly discover the truth and how could he have that much determination?!

From how he was before, he should not be able to act so decisively even if he discovered the truth!

"Damn it, what exactly is he doing?"

Morphey took a deep breath and waved his hand excitedly, once again setting up a formless and chaotic aether.

Swooshes!

The rain that fell from the sky was stopped outside the invisible barrier, forming a strange waterfall-like phenomenon.

The collapsed rooms were rebuilt once more and the cratered land returned to its original state.

The thread of blood extended from the corpses of the black magicians who had been killed in this accident as they were raised by the Eternal Coffin, becoming new puppets standing tremblingly.

Another black mage by the side was used to such a scene and kept cleaning up the mess, A black mage stepped out of the crowd and did half-kneel. "Morphey's Miss."

Uhuk…

Morphey coughed lightly and wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth. He asked coldly, "What's wrong?"

Pain ran through his entire body and he had lost a small part of his soul which made him even more furious. The risk factor for a curse involving the soul was enormous, and was no exception even for a Destructive rank black mage.

Moreover, the one who broke this curse and caused the counterattack was also a Destruction-level black mage.

Although the other party was only investigating and did not cause any truly great damage, Morphey felt extremely humiliated based on just this.

This represents being a loser when they cross swords.

However, Morphey still believed that it was not their difference in strength but rather a reversal caused by misinformation.

Initially, it was he who worked in the shadows with a firm grasp of Wilde's weaknesses and waited to let her off guard.

Wilde's sudden reversal had caused their positions to swap.

Wilde was the one who caught Morphey off guard and he fell victim to it, The half-kneeling black Witch replied respectfully. “Leader White Wolf, Heris, come to visit. He wants to meet you.”

“Heris?” Morphey raised his hand, causing the blood in his body and surroundings to fuse into a shiny ball of blood that he stored in his gown. "What's he here for?"

His subordinate immediately replied, "He said that he knows the reason why you failed."

Morphey bitter grin froze. "... Let him in."

"Once good."

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Heris bowed politely to Morphey and said, “Money Morphey, I am honored to meet you for the first time. But at least I finally got my wish today.”

Morphey has changed into a new nun robe.

Before she became a black witch, Morphey was a nun in the Church of Pestilence, and had the responsibility to pray for the deceased. He had only become a black magician after obtaining the Coffin of Eternal Rest as well as the teachings of the previous owner.

The abandoned Chapel of the Church of Pestilence that Alice had previously attacked was the place provided by her.

Morphey had an arrogant character and looked at the hunters who cooperated with disdain, Heris' request to meet had been denied in many of his visits and Morphey had never revealed himself to him before.

Morphey's gaze asked at once threateningly as he got straight to the point. “What gives you the confidence to know the reason behind my failure... Besides, what makes you run away from hunter territory even before it happens?

"If you can't convince me, I have reason to suspect that you're involved."

The pressure-filled gaze of the Destructive rank made Heris break out in a cold sweat. His face became stiff but he could still force a slight smile. “Excuse my candor, but I believe that the reason for this failure is... yourself.”.

"I?" Morphey eyes narrowed.

Heris replied calmly, “Still remember.. Uri death report?”.

Morphey hesitated for a moment before he spoke, “Of course. That rotting flesh was the remains of a dreamland parasite. Although it can kill Pandemonium rank, its lifespan is short and does not pose much of a threat.”

“So you gave the order to stop investigating the bookstore and focus all efforts to protect the Magic Egg Mirror.” A cold glint flashed across Heris' eyes as she continued, “But did you know that Wilde had just visited the bookstore half an hour ago?

“The person who caused Wilde to suddenly change and make your plans fail is the owner of that bookstore.”

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