Chapter 191 A Small Incident Outside the Library

The Great Library of Soto City is an ancient and solemn building, its history is said to date back thousands of years.

However, before the war, this place had always been an inaccessible place. Compared with the desire for knowledge, the people of Douluo Continent were more inclined to seek breakthroughs in martial arts during battles.

Only a few scholars and explorers come here in search of some precious and rare manuscripts.

But now, there are huge crowds of people here.

Ever since the Small Reincarnation Academy opened up the practice secrets, all the soul masters near Soto City have heard the news. For ordinary soul masters, it is so difficult to obtain breakthroughs and guidance.

Whenever there is a chance, even if it is to deceive them, they will flock to it. They are eager for more knowledge and power, so they flock to this library one after another.

In the borrowing area of ​​the library, except for a few people who look like scholars at first glance, most of them are soul masters who are flamboyant.

They wear a variety of clothing and equipment, and some also wear soul guides and various equipment.

They shuttled back and forth in the borrowing area, flipping through the heavy index catalog.

Some people look at the catalog and think hard about choosing books that suit them, but they make the people in line behind them furious.

The secrets of cultivation that were originally shelved can now be accessed with a small library card. The clever soul masters have selected the secrets long ago.

Those who respond slowly can only wait.

Not only the soul masters seeking to become stronger gathered here, but also the flexible vendors,

Wouldn't it be nice to have an ice cream or an ice drink during the boring wait?

Vendors with ice-attribute martial spirits can always make a lot of money here.

They set up their stalls at the entrance of the library or on nearby streets, attracting soul masters who couldn't wait to enter the library or come out to take a rest.

Dai Mubai watched the cold drink truck vendor in the distance scoop out spoonfuls of sweet ice cream from the thermos bucket.

The crispy cone was stuffed to the full, and his Adam's apple could not help but squirm up and down. Young Master Dai had not enjoyed such "luxury" food for a long time.

Ever since he and Shrek and his group came to Soto City, they have been living a tight life.

They have to challenge various powerful opponents in the spirit fighting arena every day. In order to earn those bonuses, they dare not relax their training.

They lived in a simple hotel and ate random food, nothing delicious at all.

The day after Shrek and his group were taught a lesson in the spirit arena, Frank led them to the library that was expanded during the war.

I just never thought that they were not the only ones who wanted to obtain knowledge in this library, not to mention the huge crowds in the borrowing area.

Even the place where you can apply for a library card is crowded. They had to wait in line, not knowing how long it would take to get their library cards.

Old Flanders stood at the end of the team, watching the soul masters holding library cards in front of him enter the library one by one, and his heart twitched.

He has been waiting here for more than an hour, but has only made a few steps forward. If this continues, when will these little monsters be able to keep up with the iteration speed of the mainland's powerful version.

He couldn't help but look back at the students behind him. They were all enjoying themselves out of boredom, looking innocent.

Although they are all genius soul masters, in this rapidly changing era, genius is not enough. They need more knowledge and experience.

The original intention of Flanders in opening the academy was to accompany the growth of students one after another and witness their achievements.

But now, he could only take them to this overcrowded library and wait in line for a library card that he didn't know when he would get it.

This made him feel helpless and frustrated.

Wherever there are people, there will be "smart people" who take advantage of the rules to profit. In this environment where there are too many monks and too little food, all kinds of scalpers and to-dos naturally appear.

A man in an overcoat approached Flanders from outside the queue barrier.

This man had his face covered in a hood, and his figure was stooped and wretched. He leaned close to Flanders and spoke in a low voice.

"Friend, do you want a card?"

Then he quietly opened a corner of his coat and revealed a bunch of decent cards.

"All it takes is one gold soul coin, you're a good boy!"

Flanders glanced with disdain and waved his hand to drive this ignorant person away.

But this man seemed to have accepted his death and pressed forward again without mercy.

"Friend, you don't like it, right? I still have it here."

The man took it out from the inside of his coat, and a stack of golden cards with VIP words unfolded from the folded state and dropped to the ground.

"This is a VIP card. It has a special VIP channel. It is most suitable for intellectuals like you, brother. Why don't you get one? It only costs five gold soul coins."

Flanders covered his face with his hands. As a graduate of a "social university" who had been on the streets for many years, he had never seen any tricks before.

If he had a smarter approach, he would still have some thoughts to tease Menzi with him, but this is too low-level, right?

The old owl felt that his ears were about to be scratched by this guy, and the people waiting in line around him also cast strange or sympathetic looks.

The old owl skillfully raised his hand to summon the screen of the bracelet and pressed the alarm button.

The man in the coat ran away as soon as he saw the light screen. Within two steps, he was pushed to the ground by the Wuhun Palace inspector who suddenly appeared.

, the law enforcement officer turned the man over and pulled off his hood.

"Okay, Mave Costello, it's you again, how many times this week? The third time!"

A bearded man with a greasy face under the hood hurriedly explained to the Spirit Hall patrol.

"Sir, didn't I fail? You see, this is all legitimate business, and every one of them is a membership card of the Rose Hotel!"

"Stop playing tricks on me, wait!" The Spirit Hall patrol took out the soul guide and buckled the greasy man on the guardrail. Then he performed a Spirit Hall etiquette to Flanders.

"Citizen, I need to call up your bracelet record. Please cooperate with the Spirit Hall law enforcement."

Flanders naturally had no objection. This is not to hit a smiling person. Although Flanders was extremely disgusted with the people of the Spirit Hall,

but they were polite, just calling up the bracelet. Wait? Bracelet call? What is this?

Seeing the light screen appear when the staff member raised his hand, his own bracelet also popped up a light screen, and then the low and slightly cunning voice of Mai Fu came from the bracelet.

"Friend. VIP five gold soul coins"

The staff frowned and looked at Mai Fu, who was handcuffed to the guardrail, with a face full of anger.

This old man started to defraud and sell fake library cards here a week ago. After being caught once, he started to commit crimes on the run.

The second time he used the bracelet to record, this liar was speechless and squatted obediently.

But today, this guy's other skills are not to take advantage of loopholes, but his level is quite high.

"Look, sir, I've been talking about cards from beginning to end. I really sell cards, but they are just a little more expensive. It's not illegal, right?"

Seeing Mai Fu's dead pig fearless posture, the blood pressure of the Spirit Hall patrol rose by 30 mmHg.

The patrolman wanted to beat up this scoundrel, but he also knew that he couldn't use force. The discipline of the Spirit Hall was forged with iron and blood not long ago.

At this time, Flanders pushed his glasses on his nose and spoke.

"Sir, how about listening to my opinion? I remember that two weeks ago, the Spirit Hall issued a decree to strictly investigate illegal business operations without a license, right?"

Flanders recalled the information in the intelligence booklet given by the "dwarf" and reminded the patrolman. At this time, when Maf heard the word "unlicensed", his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.

"It's true." The patrolman nodded, and instantly understood what Flanders meant. He lowered his head and asked Maf, who was lying on the ground.

"Did you hear what this gentleman said? Take out your business license!"

"I admit defeat!"

Maf looked dejected, but the patrolman ignored this guy and saluted Flanders again.

"When I retrieved the information just now, I found out that Mr. Flanders is the dean of Shrek Academy, right?"

"In fact, the Spirit Hall has a rule that any registered academy can get a set of textbooks for free at the Spirit Hall regardless of whether it meets the current standards. This is the care of the students from the Small Samsara Academy and our Pope."

The inspector kindly reminded Flanders.

This is really an experience of twists and turns. This kind of news may be too basic and belongs to white-level information.

It is not shown in the intelligence of the "dwarf". Flanders' stereotype of the Spirit Hall has changed a little.