It's the same thing as before, but behind that ordinary scene, there is still a trace of disharmony - a man standing in front of the counter at the door, holding a book in his hand, shaking the book in his hand,

He kept arguing with some old man who was sitting drowsily behind the counter.

"We've just begun... Do you need me to write you a preface?"

"You... still don't think about anything."

"...What should I do?"

"At least they should know..."

"That's not what we should be doing."

"When we live in this place, we should always be..."

The sound was high and low, and intermittent. Even Duan Qing, who pushed the door open, could not distinguish much. Only in the still dark room, there seemed to be a faint echo that was working hard to convey the two voices to every corner.

Conversation between individuals: "No, I wouldn't do that."

"You should do this!"

"No, I will not."

"...Are you stupid because of reading? You spend all day reading! How long has it been since you went out for a look?"

"Isn't this..." The old man opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Duan Qing, who was gradually approaching: "Are you there?"

Boom!

The man with his back to Duan Qing was wearing a piece of coarse cloth. The rough workmanship completely revealed the quality of the clothes. Even the trousers underneath had become tattered.

When the hemp shoes were exposed, they also exposed the man's legs completely. He looked like a refugee from the west of the principality. But the one tied up with a light blue cloth belt, that

The braid on the back of the man's head and his standing posture seemed to indicate the extraordinary temperament of this man, even though he just slapped the book in his hand heavily on the counter in front of him: "Don't quibble! You are already old.

Wiggins, you..."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around and saw Duan Qing standing behind him: "Who are you?"

"I am Mo Shangqing..."

"Adventurer?"

Before Duan Qing could finish, the man looked him up and down, tilted his chin and said these words: "Are you an adventurer?"

"Yes, yes." Duan Qing touched his nose slightly awkwardly: "I am indeed an adventurer..."

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..." Holding the book in his hand tightly, the man's expression became scary: "You old guy...do you accept students so casually now?"

"...What are you talking about?" An inexplicable smile appeared on the old man's face: "He is just an ordinary..."

"Feynman, Feynman, after so many years, I didn't expect you to turn into such a person." The young-looking man interrupted the other party again: "What are you hiding? Use clumsy words to prevaricate a person.

Old friend? Or... do you think the magic fluctuations in his body can be hidden from my eyes?"

"snort!"

Leaving behind a heavy cold snort, the man brushed his clothes and swept away Duan Qing's body, then walked straight towards the door, and left the place without looking back, as if he didn't even have to say another word.

Done. Duan Qing, who was confused, had not yet recovered from this series of events. The old man behind him muttered again: "This bastard..."

"...Is he your friend?"

"...No, he is not." The old man replied with his eyes closed: "He is...a book lover, someone who comes to this place to read every day."

Why do I look nothing like him... Duan Qing thought silently in his heart.

"Tanya's library has countless book friends coming and going here every day." The old man explained to himself: "If you are interested, you can come and have a look often. Maybe... you can make friends.

Many friends."

"Really? That's really... uh." Duan Qing smiled habitually, recalling the expression of the man just now, but finally wilted: "Forget it, you are all high-level intellectuals, not like us adventurers.

A class of people……"

"Haha, that's fine." The old man looked at the other person and shook his head: "You came very early today."

"Ah, that..." Then Duan Qing scratched his head again: "Didn't I agree yesterday, so I wanted to come over early to complete the task, hahaha..."

"It's a pity." The old man showed a gentle smile, but the next moment he said something that shocked Duan Qing: "But the task of organizing the bookshelf... has been completed by someone else."

"What!? Who did that?"

"Several other adventurers." The old man's beard curled up: "They also received tasks from the association, and just now... they have completed their work, so..."

"Am I unemployed?" Duan Qing clapped his hands on the counter: "Where's the money? Did we give them our money too?"

"Oh, we will definitely not do such things as delayed wages." The old man said with a smile: "The wages...of course have to be given to them."

"Holy shit, you... uh no." Duan Qing, who was furious, just wanted to open his eyes, but was defeated by the old man's mysterious smile: "You, what you did... isn't it appropriate?

ah?"

"Yeah." The old man leaned his back against the seat and nodded: "So..."
Chapter completed!