Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
The demon stone statue

"this is?"

Davey's gaze was fixed on the statue at the counter, and he reached out his hand to pick it up and saw: "Ghost of cargo?"

The statue was about thirty centimeters tall and ten centimeters wide, a third was the pedestal and two-thirds was the main body. ﹢ Three u u u read u book ﹢

Its overall shape was a half-human and half-animal monster crouching on a pedestal.

With the wings and tail of a bat and two short horns on the head, he looked like a demon.

I really don't know how Mr. Wilde hid it in his clothes.

But from Davey's point of view, the statue is truly valuable, the workmanship is very smooth and the carving is like the original.

The eyes of the gargoyle seemed to glow with an evil red light, as if it were to come alive at any moment.

Seeing Davey's heart suddenly, a faint feeling about something wrong suddenly appeared.

However, the rough texture of the stone in the palm reminded Davey that this was just a statue.

"Yes." Yeah." Wilde nodded: "While it is not a very valuable thing, it is not a matter of your help to me, but accept my thanks."

"The next time I come, I'll bring a more precious gift."

Davey took the statue and looked at it, usually wanting to resist, but then remembered that the humility of the East did not apply here.

He could see that Mr Wilde was very sincere and wanted to give him some gifts to express his gratitude.

If he refuses, it will make the other party feel that he left a gift or feel that the friendship is not deep enough, which is very damaging to the relationship.

And his gargoyle was similar to Shi Gandang of China.

Mainly used to repel evil and avoid evil.

He felt the heart and blessings of Mr Wilde!

Regardless of its value or meaning, it does not seem necessary to experience a decline.

Then accept this "local product.

Davey placed the statue on the table and praised it with a smile: "This is a very beautiful work of art. For me, it fits my taste. I'm looking forward to what gifts you'll bring next time."

Wilde beamed, and he secretly felt relieved.

The gargoyle he had brought with him was his collection for many years, and it was also a work that he had completely removed from his teacher.

It was the best gargoyle he made.

Using the shards from the undead doors in the ancient ruins as raw materials, it was poured with the blood of nine hundred and ninety people and soul vitality.

The hard skin cannot be defeated, the sharp minions tear people apart, the strong wings give him rapid mobility, and can automatically recognize killing intent, the, and his combat strength was enough to compare to a panic-level fighter.

In the creation of witches, Wilde's level had undoubtedly reached the peak.

Originally, he still had a faint sense of pride and excitement in his heart, and he wanted to show Davey his masterpiece.

But after hearing the three words "artwork", the pride in Wilde's heart immediately disappeared, and he became aware.

Yeah, it's just a panic-level gargoyle.

Davey's random book value is worth tens of millions of gargoyles!

It seemed that his gift this time was completely meaningless in the eyes of a high-ranking person.

Unfortunately, Davey is still very kind-hearted, expressing his praise from another angle, and keeping his mentality.

But it's okay!

He had prepared the next gift, which was an absolute great gift. He believed that even though it was a god-level existence, it should be taken seriously!

"You will be satisfied."

The eyes flickered under the edge of the old man's hat, retreated, pushed the door, and left the bookstore.

Davey waved goodbye and sighed.

He looked at the heavy rain outside and felt that today's affairs should end here.

Being able to receive two guests in such bad weather was a very small possibility, and I couldn't have expected more.

"Rightly, keeping a good attitude makes it easier to get lucky."

Davey sighed and took a sip of tea, played with the gargoyle for a bit, and then placed it next to the cashier's table.

Against the background of the dim light, it looked like a fierce demon statue, sitting on a pedestal, as if it was ready to spread its wings for hunting.

On one hand, this gargoyle and his bookstore are a good match.

He thought for a moment, turning the gargoyle, and his red eyes pointed towards the door.

This way, even if the thief enters.

Not to mention the big night, even during the day should be shocked.

Full prevention.

Pretty good.

Davey nodded in satisfaction, cleaned the counter, and was packing the teacup, suddenly his disciple shrunk

.

I saw the water stain on the desktop move slowly and condense into the word - "Old no see!"

He suddenly stood up.

His eyes are on the desktop.

A familiar feeling suddenly surged, as if I came to the door of this bookstore three years ago.

He instantly understood that the man behind the scenes who transferred him to another world had appeared again after three years!

“That's you!” Davey calmed down, took a deep breath, and sat down again: “It's been a long time since I haven't seen you ... So, after I appeared again, did you finally think about the price I had to pay? "

He couldn't help but feel a little angry: "By the way, I didn't explain what his condition was at first. I ended up here in a daze. If it wasn't for some of the richer customers and willing to sponsor me to open a bookstore, I would have starved to death! "

"Are you a demon, a kind of soul trade?"

The water stain has become "no" anymore.

Davey heaved a sigh of relief: "Well, it doesn't seem like it, there's no demon that sabotages jobs."

Among the various works of literature and myth, the existence of the devil must always be depleted to extract benefits for itself.

"Forget it, just say it, what should I do?"

He sat awkwardly with his hands folded, looking at the water stain on the cashier's desk.

After being late for three years, he did not mind paying the price he should have paid.

Not to mention that he himself still greatly appreciated the spirit of the contract.

Although the other party did not detail the terms of the transaction at the time, it was indeed a fact that helped him realize his wishes.

Having enjoyed the contract formation bonus for the previous three years, he had earned it.

And judging from his feelings, the attitude of the person called by this ritual is very gentle, and should fall into the category of "good god" like the magic lamp Aladdin.

But then, he was surprised to see the water stain turn into "You've done it, so I'm up."

Davey leaned back, his mind drifting: "So after you helped me fulfill my wish, I fell asleep for three years, until I did something and you got ..Energy from it, and finally woke up. Coming?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"..." - ".Davey knocked on the table, "Is it because I asked Pharaoh to recommend my book to others?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"So, this is what you want me to do. The price I have to pay? - Let others recommend and spread the books I write?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's good for you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Very nice, concise and concise.

Davey solemnly said that the water stain on the counter table disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.

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Wilde's figure disappeared shortly after the rain.

Half of the figure protruded from the misty alley, the rain on the hood splashed, the eagle-like eyes staring at the spot where Wilde disappeared, and he pulled out his phone.

An ether power flowed through the air, and a silent barrier operated.

"This is Jack, reporting that traces of 'Black-Scaled Faceless Man' Wilde were found on No. 23 Road in Nuojin, allegedly involved in an internal fight of hunters."

"In addition, she stayed in the bookstore for about an hour, very suspiciously - I suspected this bookstore might be the secret fortress of the dark witches."

"Boom." Three of you read your book ""

"Knight Commander, report something unusual."

Joseph raised his head and looked at the blond young man standing before the door with a respectful look.

"Come in, Claude."

As he spoke, he put down his pen, took off his glasses, and squeezed the base of his nose: "Is there something wrong with the magic mirror egg? These hunters ..."

The old man's eyes lit up, he stood up and looked at the files piled up on the table, and heaved a sigh of relief: "What a bunch of Nuojin borer!"

When he sat down, he looked like a gentle and gentle old man.

But when he stood up, he was as strong as a hill, with muscle like beams showing the stiff lines of his clothes With his stern face and gray hair, he had an aura of anger and prestige.

Claude greeted the people outside, closed the door gently, and walked in and said: "Sorry, teacher, this is a new situation."

"New situation? Is there anything else that can cause more problems than this group of mentally retarded, low-powered, barking puppies ?!"

Joseph angrily clenched his fists and lightly tapped on the table, and the mechanical arm let out a "click" metal scraping sound".

With a "hard" sound, the file on the table vibrates.

A little crack appeared on the desktop.

"Damn it, if it wasn't for them, I should be enjoying my relaxed retirement now, a bunch of little bastards with mom and no mom! Goddamnit! Sooner or later I will use their mother's tombstone to practice boxing!"

Claude moved his mouth and said: "Teacher, pay attention to the picture ..."

Joseph hummed, "What are you afraid of?"

He glanced behind Crowder casually.

"Didn't you close the door?"

Claude: "..."

Is this the reason your mouth is full of dirt? !

"okay." Claude scratched his head helplessly, first putting the file in his hand on the desktop, and then said: "The spy responsible for tracking and monitoring hunter activity is at 23rd Street and sees Wilde ..."

"WHO?!"

Joseph's face suddenly became solemn, his eyes shining brightly.

"Wilde, Frank Wilde, the 'faceless man with black scales', the Black Witch of Destruction certified by Truth Society, had disappeared after the Battle of White Hill two years ago, and being offered a gift with our name has been increasing year after year. It was opposed by a large number of anonymous letters in the tower. "

Claude had already anticipated the teacher's reaction and smoothly reported the very standard information.

Joseph sneered: "He finally showed up. I think these insects will stay in the gutter and tremble forever."

Claude said in a low voice, "However, you're the one who believes that he must be alive and will reappear, so the rewards continue to increase ..."

"of course! No one knows him better than me."

Joseph stared at his metal prosthesis, which was fully provided by Truth Society, closing his five fingers and clenching his fists, making a sick sound.

In the battle two years ago, he lost his right arm, but at the same time, he also blew up most of Wilde's body.

Many people thought Wilde was dead.

But he always had a premonition that this person would definitely come back!

"Unexpectedly, he was actually in NuoJin. Is it dark under the light? Hah, she really has grown up. I hope he finally has something other than water in his brain that's like a shrunken walnut."

Joseph put his hand on the table: "What is he doing on 23rd Street?"

Claude said: "According to the spy information, he entered a seemingly ordinary bookstore and stayed for more than an hour, seemingly buying or borrowing books."

"A dark wizard who relies on language to gain power, buys books? The fantasy! There must be a problem with this bookstore. Have you checked her background?"

"I've checked it. It was a bookstore registered with the Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce. Been in business for three years. Have a good reputation and no customers. Dreary business. The only unusual thing is that the bookstore owner seems to be a stranger. At first we suspected that it might be a dark witch base., but not so sure. "

"Not sure what?"

Claude was a little embarrassed: "The Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce is the property of the Druid priest ... They believed in nature and the forest, and they could not possibly be related to the Dark Wizard. If we go rashly, it will happen.damaging to the reputation of the Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce, Drew The Yimen may protest the Tower of Secrets. "

Joseph patting the table: "! Group ... This troublesome spirit of vegetarians!"

"Uh, druids don't eat vegetarians ..."

"Fuck him! Shit, anyone can be an accomplice to darkness, and our knight's mission is to clear the darkness. Wilde had been in this bookstore for over an hour. Can you imagine that she was chatting and reading in it?, Drinking tea?"

"My little Oh Crowder, the vicious dark wizard, the wilful avenger, in a family

Reading in a regular bookstore? ! "

"If you really think so, then I will put on these pointy Mithril boots and kick your butt hard!"

Claude was scolded with blood, but he did not dare to retaliate, so he could only sneer: "But teacher, the Ash Tree Chamber of Commerce also provided 40 funds for our intelligence department."

"..."

Joseph's face became stiff, and then he took a deep breath twice. He walked out from behind the table, wearing a bow tie, a jacket, and a burly figure. The image of the "coat horde" appears: "Forget it, I'll go there myself. Go to Twenty-third Street! I want to see what the bookstore is like! "

"he's a teacher."

Claude looked down and opened the door.

Joseph stepped outside the door, and the people who came and went walking on the internal streets crossed and crossed like branches of a secret tower, and they would take the initiative to pay their respects when they met him.

"Good day, Commander Integrity Knight."

"King of the Noble Knights."

"Hello, sexy head."

"Have you eaten yet?"

Abraham Joseph's.

One of the ten great knights of the Mystery Tower, of course, was his predecessor.

After the fight with Wilde in the White Hills.

The latter escaped with serious injuries and disappeared.

However, Joseph entered semi-retirement due to physical and mental injuries, and switched to working in the Secret Tower intelligence department.

"call……"

Joseph pressed the central elevator button, and the elevator began to move, slowly moving downward.

The Secret Instrument Tower is a 300-meter-high tower, surrounded by a beehive office area and extensive internal roads, forming a large and tight system.

Information Section, Cultivation Section, Fighting Section, Logistics Section.

The knights who had inherited elemental power from ancient times were still working hard to clean up the evil of the world.

Forty-nine large elevators in the middle walked up and down, carrying thousands of workers who came and went every day, like a bunch of burning torches.

"Davey .. let me see where you are."

Joseph looked at the elevator door that opened slowly, stuffed the information into his pocket into his pocket, and muttered.

He suddenly covered his eyes: "Damn, this illusion is coming again ..."

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