Alien world

Chapter 18 18. The Terrorist Incident in Pinglin Town

Annan's life has entered a period of calm.

Worked as a librarian in the library during the day, and a waiter at the Morning Tavern at night.

The syllables mastered by the bard the night before will be translated into words the next day, imprinted in the depths of my mind, and the strong accents acquired by Aunt Susan's family will also be corrected.

Now Annan says "Oh my dear Aunt Susan" no longer with a weird slang accent.

The work of the library can be called leisure.Victor didn't stop anyone from borrowing books, but just like Annan, who was still illiterate, stopped outside the library several times, the townspeople would rather go home and beat their children than enter the library.

The most common people Annan sees these days are the middle class and rich people in the town.They are more aware of the importance of knowledge than civilians, and they may not have the idea of ​​approaching Victor-soon, they found that there was a black-haired, fair-skinned librarian in the library, but they found out that this guy was just a commoner. Then put out the idea of ​​getting acquainted.

The girl in the robe was one of the few guests who still talked to Annan, but she seemed to regard Annan as an opponent: she didn't give up on making Victor a teacher, and she didn't tell Annan's name.

It took Annan three days and a half to read the "Universal Phonetic Alphabet" selected by Victor, and he felt that he could challenge children's literature a little bit.

Annan went around the desk and came to Victor's chair with gray hair shining brightly in the sun: "Mr. Victor, I want to try reading fairy tale books suitable for young children..."

Victor is reading a book that is too complicated for the current Annan.He grabbed his cane and pointed without looking up at a row of bookcases in the sunlight.

"Which one?"

"That one."

The cane poked the air impatiently.

Annan wisely closed his mouth and read a book in front of the bookshelf. The girl in the robe was looking at Annan.He stood in the sun, and the floating dust wandered in the light that slanted into the library, sprinkled on his cheeks, exuding a hazy luster.

Does the library not classify...

Annan actually saw a copy of "XX Night" and "Mai Lin's Fairy Tales" next to each other, and next to it was a copy of "Geography of the Principality of XX".

Leaving aside obscure poetry and pretentious aristocratic literature, Annan picked up the "Malin's Fairy Tale" that fit the description and returned to Mr. Victor, asking him why the books were not arranged in categories.

"Is this what you read from the book?"

"That's it."

It's just not from the books of this world.

"How many words do you know now?" Victor asked without reason.

"About two or three hundred..."

"not enough."

Annan almost understood what Victor meant—if he recognized more characters, he would let himself do the classification.

Annan, who made trouble for himself, returned to the desk with "Malin's Fairy Tales".

Not only is the name similar to "Grimm's Fairy Tales", but the content is also similar - after all, like a bard, he collects and writes everywhere.But because this world really has extraordinary power, it gives people a feeling that "these fairy tales are real things that happened".

For example, the first story: a metal dragon slaughtered a village, and the only surviving child tempered himself and questioned the metal dragon that had killed the villagers and their families, and then it was burned to death by the breath of the metal dragon.Well... the story is called "Survivors of the Green Blood Tribe".

At night, I went to the tavern and asked the bard. He said that the metal dragon is a good camp, and the green blood tribe is an evil orc.So the story is actually justice destroying evil.

The next day, Annan still came to the library 10 minutes earlier.But today was a little different—Mr. Victor was waiting at the door, the girl in the robe was there, and there was a carriage.

"You're late." Victor said with a straight face.

"It's not time to open the door yet."

Annan took out the library key, and his eyes fell on the two stacks of books wrapped in kraft paper piled up beside the carriage.

According to Annan's understanding of Mr. Victor, the old man is almost strict about order and rules. As long as Annan makes no mistakes, Victor will not be really angry.But the girl in the robe didn't know, she looked at Annan in surprise, unable to understand why Annan dared to speak to Victor in such a tone, and hadn't made him angry yet.

Click.

Opening the library door, Annan took the initiative to pick up the books and temporarily moved them to the desk.

"Mr. Victor, are you going to put them on the bookshelf?"

"You can take it home, too."

After putting away the books, Annan first registered the robed girl according to the rules, and then opened the kraft paper.

"○God"

In the first book, there are words I don't know.

Annan gave up reading one by one and tore apart the kraft paper from another stack of books.Just about to put them into the empty bookshelf, Mr. Victor came to Annan with several individually wrapped books: "Follow me."

Confirming that there will be no visitors for the time being, Annan followed Mr. Victor to a door leading to the basement, took off the oil lamp on the wall and lit it, and entered the basement with a swaying shadow.

There's none of the common downfalls of basements: cold and damp.Annan saw a bookcase leaning against the wall. Victor handed over an oil lamp at this time. Annan reached out to take it and watched as he unwrapped the kraft paper and put three ancient books that were no longer new, old or even damaged on the bookshelf.

"No one is allowed in without permission, and neither are you."

"why."

As for why he brought him in and refused to let him in, Annan regarded this kind of "telling the secret and letting himself keep the secret" as some kind of test for the old man.

"Because of the books."

"Are they forbidden books?"

"They are knowledge... horrible knowledge."

It sounds like there's going to be an accidental book theft right away followed by horror in the town.

Perhaps the environment in the basement made Victor comfortable, and he said more than usual: "Knowledge has power. Those legends, evil gods, gods, void creatures...the knowledge and experience expounded and recorded by the existence of great power, even A word has power."

"Are these the books?"

"No. They're just some gibberish with residual power... Well, let's get out."

Annan believed it, otherwise they would not have been sealed in the basement.

After leaving the basement with Mr. Victor, Annan continued to read the "Maglin's Fairy Tales".But today, another unexpected guest came to the door.

A long rose red dress wrapped in a plump figure stepped into the library, and the rich fragrance permeated with the tall figure.

The wine lady came to the library.

"Why are you here?" Ms. Wine looked at Annan with a smile.

"I work here." Annan said helplessly, "at least not in the bedroom."

"bedroom?"

The old man snorted coldly and came over.

"I met her in the tavern, she was a customer I met as a waiter... We only met a few times..."

"Mr. Victor, I'm here to visit my niece." Ms. Wine greeted.

"There she is." Victor didn't have a good temper with the wine lady, and turned to look at Annan, "I guess you are going to clean the floor."

Annan sighed at this innocent disaster.

"Yes, Mr. Victor."

(End of this chapter)