Chapter 89 Deep in the Library
"I want to borrow a book."
"If you want to borrow a book, just go in and read the catalog and introduction, why are you looking at me? Can you see ghosts?"
Well, this young man's temper is similar to that old man guarding the library.
"I want to find some books about soul fragments, I don't know where to look."
"Then just go in and look through the bookshelves one level at a time." The youth hooked the corners of his mouth in a meaningful smile.
"But the books about souls are all in the more back, I'm afraid of getting lost in there."
"Since you're afraid, don't go looking for it." The youth clasped his hands on his chest and looked condescendingly at Saul, "A first level apprentice, what soul to study!"
Saul naturally wouldn't give up easily.
Seeing that the youth had no intention of saying anything, Saul walked to the side of the library.
"Since you don't know, I'll wait here for the administrator. I think he should know better."
The youth lifted his lips, "Stupid, can't you see? I am the administrator."
The corner of Saul's mouth twitched, this youth's temper really stinks, but he endured it, "You're also the administrator. I just wanted to ask that middle-aged administrator, I feel like he has more experience."
The youth became unhappy at this, and with a downward swing of his arms, his entire body instantly panned in front of Saul's eyes.
His face was blue, his lips were purple, and his eyes were glaring out of their sockets.
Appalled, Saul immediately took half a step back, his hands raised in front of his chest as he looked at the youth in disbelief.
"Nonsense! What he knows, I know! That loser is afraid of this and that all day long, what good is experience?"
The more the youth spoke, the more frightening his features became.
Saul gulped and tried to hold on, "But it's not like you don't know ..."
"I don't know shit! Isn't it just a soul fragment?" The youth opened his mouth wide and it was so blood red that he couldn't see his teeth or tongue.
It was then that Saul noticed that the other's voice didn't come from his mouth.
But where exactly, he couldn't tell.
"Soul Fragments, Soul Classes, and Spirit Classes, all on the fourth column, fourteenth row of bookshelves!"
"Like evil spirits? Look down the rows! You like spirits? Look upwards! Like to tame spirits? Look behind you!"
The youth lifted his chin with a flourish, "There's nothing this library has that I don't know about."
"Awesome!" Sol gave a thumbs up and turned toward the back of the library.
Tiers of bookshelves stood in a blanket of white mist.
After two steps, the door at the back was out of sight.
To figure out how many rows he had gotten to, Saul counted as he walked.
"One, two ... thirteen, fourteen! This is it." Sol continued further to the right and didn't stop until he reached the fourth column.
He turned his head to the left and rows of books, thin or thick, new or old, appeared before him.
Unlike the books in the previous rows, the books here were placed in a somewhat messy manner, obviously lacking someone to organize and categorize them.
There should also be fewer people who can come here to borrow books.
"Evil spirits at the bottom, grudge spirits at the top, no ordinary souls?"
Saul looked at the middle shelf of the bookshelves first, and a large portion of those with names on the spines were either in Noah's language or some other unknown language, with only a handful of books in the common language.
And the books in the common language were all marked as storybooks. The books written in Noah's language, on the other hand, were mostly definitions, observation notes, and the like.
Saul searched carefully for his target, sweeping past the center-most row and looking down slightly, toward the next one ...
"I %#&*%%* ..."
What the afterglow saw was something at his feet!!!!
The bottom row of the bookshelf was filled with what didn't seem to be books!
There was a person lying there!!!
Half an arm, the corner of a shoe, were exposed outside the horizontal partition.
It had been a long time since Saul had been so frightened that his arms and legs went limp.
He felt like the clothes on his body were being held up by sweaty hairs!
"Don't think! Don't look!" He silently admonished himself, picking up speed to sweep his eyes across the middle tiers of the bookshelf, no longer letting the angle of his head shift in the slightest.
At the same time, the mantra for striking the dead kept coming out of his mouth, making sure that if anything unusual happened, he could strike first. He stiffly moved his scared legs and slowly made his way to the edge of the bookshelf.
The "man" lying at the bottom of the bookshelf hadn't moved at all.
Saul turned to the back of the bookshelf, and with a general glance, he realized that all the books were here.
But Saul did not dare to delay, the thought that there may be something behind the books, he did not even dare to crouch down, for fear of meeting eyes with something.
Fortunately, in the area of tuning souls, he finally found a book similar to keeping soul fragments.
'A Madman Teaches You How to Raise a Soul Servant'.
Saul pulled out the book, probably flipped through the first few pages, and immediately decided to borrow this one.
He hurriedly headed out the door.
Only halfway there, Saul suddenly turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
After walking about a few dozen meters away, he finally pierced through the white fog and saw the door to the library, and one or two first level apprentices wandering around the front shelves.
"Hoo..."
Saul's face was pale, and as soon as he stepped out of the white fog area, he couldn't help but reach out and hold onto the first row of bookshelves to stand still.
Just now, as he was leaving the fourteenth row of bookshelves, for some reason, he actually felt that going inside was the way out.
If it wasn't for the fact that after taking a few steps, he noticed that the bookshelves on both sides were getting messier and messier, he wouldn't have even realized that he had decided that the direction of the exit was the wrong one!
Subsequently, he didn't think or observe much at all, but just boredly reversed his direction and walked back.
The fact that the diary hadn't come out to warn him meant that his life wasn't in danger for a while.
However, if he went further into the library, it was not certain whether or not his life was in danger!
The obviously frightened and deflated Saul caught the attention of a few apprentices at the door.
Once they saw that it was Saul, they looked at each other and then surprisingly walked over together.
"Sol ... are you alright?" One of them asked with slight concern.
"It's fine, thanks." Saul looked at the two somewhat familiar faces across from him and said after a moment, "The tenth floor of the library is dangerous inside, and it is not recommended to go deeper than level two."
"Ah?" The two people on the opposite side did not expect that a sentence of concern would be exchanged for a reminder.
They twisted their heads to look into the depths of the white mist, and fear flashed in the bottom of their eyes.
And Saul had already taken the opportunity to bypass the two men and walked to the entrance of the library.
By now the arrogant youth was gone, replaced by the middle-aged man in perpetual fear, cowering on a bench and burying his head deep between his knees.
Saul had borrowed books a few times after becoming an apprentice, so naturally he knew the process well.
He walked to a place two meters away from the middle-aged and said softly, "Hello, I would like to borrow this book."
The middle-aged man who was still shivering slowly raised his head, revealing an incomparably pale face.
"Fifty magic crystals plus two credits, borrow it for ten days."
So expensive? And you have to use the credits?
Saul looked at the book he had risked his life to take out and tentatively asked, "Can I borrow it for five days?"
The middle-aged gave a lurch and shook his head extremely slowly.
Surprisingly, there was a minimum number of days for borrowing!
Saul clenched his teeth and took the money!
After completing the formalities, Saul carefully packed the book into his backpack and then hugged the backpack directly to his chest.
The middle-aged man looked around in awe and shrunk his head back between his knees.
Saul glanced inside the library again; a white mist obscured everything, and the two new apprentices from earlier were still hovering in front of the first shelf.
He turned to leave the library.
But after just two steps, Saul had to stop again.
In the doorway of the library stood two men.
Rokai had his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face as he curiously surveyed Saul.
The other man, Dozer, was expressionless, following Rokai with his head half bowed.
Shocked by what he wrote /(ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ) /~~~
(End of chapter)