Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
elderly customer meeting.

In the rain, Alice's stopped.

But the old man who came did not stop.

Both passing.

Alice's didn't even have time to open the sword switching mechanism.

Not because he did not want to, but the invisible force in his hands made cold and stiff sweat pour out from his forehead.

The old man was wearing an old black suit and wearing a man's hat. He paused beside her for a while, looked at the book in his hand with slight surprise, and muttered, "It turns out this one is a lucky little boy. "

His voice was slow and ominous, half of his face that was exposed under an umbrella was covered by a dark black iron mask, just a pair of dark green eyes like snakes.

His eyes were as sharp as the tip of a sword, and no one had what an old man should have.

Alice's had only a glimpse of the book's name with red stripes on the black background in the old man's hand - "Void Quiet", and the latter had passed through it and walked towards the bookstore that was still burning.

The cold, moist rain crawled the bare skin, bringing with it a chill.

"call……"

Alice's sighing in relief.

Returning.

At the door of the bookstore that was closed slowly, the conversation sounded faintly.

"Welcome ... Huh huh? So it's Pharaoh. Did he come to return the book?"

... Even though you said this was a name for closeness, I always felt that something was wrong. Can I call my name? Mr. Davey."

"Of course, Mr Wilde."

"Huh ... What a relief, are there any new guests?"

"Yes, Pharaoh."

"Name ... Forget it, it seems like you like it a lot. You even borrowed a book that you read - this is the book you borrowed last time."

“Books that I often read are also books, besides that I think the book is suitable for him. Just 20 days to pay it off. Last bet in 30 days. You lose haha, I just said you Such old man is not suitable to read books like that, lest you get dizzy, you still do not believe. "

"... I'm lost, sorry, this book is too esoteric, it seems like a complete and grand world, full of mysteries and unknown wonders, beyond the limits of space and time, from birth to death, from birth to death, with my superficial knowledge, some people who could hardly imagine writing such a great book must be great people. "

"Of course, it's a dead giant."

"Giant? No wonder ..."

The voice slowly disappeared.

Alice's looking at the book and the umbrella in her hand.

When talking to an old man who was clearly a regular customer, the bookstore owner had a much more relaxed and funny attitude.

And the old man was both friendly and friendly, as if it was a deep friendship.

However, Alice's recalled the meeting just now, and she felt a cold sweat behind her.

"The Black-Faced Man of Scales" Frank Wilde, the black witch who destroys the.

The most iconic features are the mask on his face, as well as the dark green snake pupils created by the blood of half a snake.

The seemingly gentle old man was a famous, fierce, and ruthless executioner, a butcher with blood on his hands.

He had once fought with one of the ten great knights of the Secret Apparatus Tower, destroyed an area of nearly 10,000 kilometers, and won the title of Destruction Class.

Lately, I don't know why it disappeared from public view.

According to a regulation promulgated by the Truth Society in 1788, transcendents are divided into four levels, also known as the "adi classification method", and Truth Society published a list of transcendent changes listed at all levels this year.

Abnormal (abnormal level).

anicky (level of panic).

destructive (destructive level).

Although Wilde's name has been marked by two statements "The Existence of the Unknown" and "The Gift of the Tower of Mysteries", the name was never changed at the level of Destruction.

You should know that in the upper zone of Nuojin City, there are only less than ten destruction-level supernatural beings, and looking at the entire Azir, there are less than a hundred.

A brutal black mage who has long disappeared, will it suddenly appear here? !

He seemed to be friends with the young man.

Alice's took a deep breath and left hurriedly, becoming more confident in her heart.

The owner of this bookstore is indeed a very powerful mysterious magician!

At least it was the same class of destroyer as Wilde!

He approached an incredible character ...

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Davey put back the "Hundred Years of Solitude" on the shelf, turned his head and asked, "Pharaoh, you seem to be in a bad mood."

Wilde's calculations

He often goes to his bookstore.

Even though his damaged bookstore did not have many patrons in total, he was able to count repeat customers by two hands after careful calculations, but thanks to his careful management, he was able to count the customers by two hands, this customer has established a deep friendship with him. It was a habit to come for him.

Like Wilde, he came to the bookstore for the first time two years ago, and this time he came to borrow the book five times.

Although it appears to be a meager amount, the loan cycle is about one month at a time, which is equivalent to four months in two and twenty-four months, which is a full sixth of Davey.

Full sincerity!

He opened this bookstore for three years, and there was no business in the first year, so Wilde could be said to be a senior customer.

At the same time, this also becomes the object of life guidance and psychological counseling teacher Davey.

Ugh.

Seniors, especially the elderly empty nests, are prone to physical and psychic problems.

And Mr. Wilde is a very standard single parent.

According to Davey's understanding, Mr. Wilde had two children, but they were both very bad for him. His lover left him again, and his comrades still excluded him, and even feared him for his appearance, leaving him alone in Nuojin. Living in a big city.

Although there was no shortage of money and food and clothing, but in terms of spiritual life, it was extremely rare.

This deficiency is not just a lack of attention from relatives and friends, but more importantly, a lack of identity.

mr. Wilde himself is an expert in linguistics, has in-depth research on a variety of uncommon languages, and is a dedicated and high-achieving scholar.

Such a person easily gets used to being alone, but cannot stand being lonely because of being tall and widowed.

So Davey started from this aspect!

When I first met, I exchanged early goodwill by facing and respecting each other's flaws in appearance.

Identity information is inferred from the book that the other party sold.

Then he recommended a copy of "Wenzhou Dialect".

It is one of the most difficult dialects of Huaxia known as "Devil Language".

In Wenzhou, there are as many as 12 languages that cannot be understood with each other.

During the war, the Wenzhou dialect was even used as a secret language, and the enemy was unable to crack it!

Davey watched Mr. Wilde's eyes go from random, to doubtful, to panic, and eventually to ecstasy that rekindles life expectancy. He shouted "Devil, this is the real devil", and felt that he was an expert of chicken soup of significance.

Unfortunately, the happiness of a life mentor is very understated and boring.

Of course there was no Wenzhou in this land called Azir, let alone China, Davey could only interpret this book as coming from a distant relic that had disappeared.

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