Chapter 1173 Shu Ling
Steam Consortium.
Even Futaba, who seems a little ignorant compared to Frank Hughes, is not unfamiliar with this name at all.
If you randomly find an indigenous NPC in the Innocence Realm and ask him who is the most powerful person in the world/who is the most powerful person/who is the wisest person, then We may get a vast variety of answers, because these things are like the unlucky Hamlet, with different concepts in everyone's eyes.
Take wisdom as an example. Everyone’s definition of it is more or less biased. Some people think that being able to command thousands of troops and become invincible is a kind of wisdom. Some people think that writing an article that shocks the world is a kind of wisdom. The thesis is a kind of wisdom. Some people think that being able to have three girlfriends at the same time without letting them discover each other is a great wisdom.
Different opinions will naturally lead to different answers.
Even if they have the same opinions, people have different preferences.
Since we cannot say that anyone is wrong, there is probably no correct answer to this kind of question.
As for authority...is the system authoritative enough? At that time, his individual strength was very poor, and there was no way that 'Tan Mo' could enter the rankings, but he killed Cordoba, who was second in the rankings. Can we say that the system was wrong?
No, we can only say that Cordoba is unlucky.
But can things like ‘luck’ be considered a part of luck?
If it doesn’t count, then Cordoba ranks second.
If calculated, his ranking would probably slip to... around 400,000.
In short, no one can explain this kind of thing clearly.
But... areas with less controversy also exist.
Yes, only in the field of wealth, no matter how many people are asked about this matter, there will basically only be two answers -
[Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce].
【Steam Consortium】.
Fiyalee Graham often complains to Mo Tan and others, saying that when people mention words like money and wealth, the first thing that comes to mind is not the goddess of wealth, nor the people who believe in the goddess of wealth. The Wealth Sect are two organizations full of worldliness and copper odor.
Admittedly, Fiyali does not deny that the Wealth Sect also has a strong smell of copper, but she insists that her sect is absolutely extraordinary, outstanding, not worldly at all, and free from vulgar taste.
But it is a pity that no matter what, although the Wealth Sect's presence in the 'wealth field' is not low, it still cannot be compared with those two terrifying behemoths.
The previous presidents of the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce and the CEOs of the Steam Consortium are generally considered to be much richer than the popes of the Wealth Sect of the same era.
In fact...that's really what happened.
Their influence spreads throughout the Innocence Continent, and they are active in various countries and fields. Today, the savings certificates of the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce and the mobile accounts of the Steam Consortium have long been popular, even among those who have always been interested in the mainland. All sea tribes that are hostile to living creatures are undoubtedly 'hard passers'.
In short, although the previous presidents of the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce and the CEO of the Steam Consortium are honorary officiants of the Church of Fortune, the influence of these two organizations is far greater than even within the Holy Church United The church of wealth is not too high in the ranking.
Therefore, even if Futaba, who has never been out in restaurants, doesn't know what a steam fish pot is, he is not unfamiliar with a behemoth like the Steam Consortium.
“You know a lot about this guy.”
Futaba squatted next to the first-generation fish pot and looked at it carefully, and asked slowly: “So? This Is the kouguo valuable? ”
Mo Tan shrugged, shook his head and said: "It's just more commemorative. In terms of actual value... it's very low."
The girl stared at the pot with sparkling eyes and continued to ask: "So How low is it?”
"All I can say is..."
Mo Tan touched the tip of his nose and said with a wry smile: "Fangye, instead of taking the trouble to take this thing out and find a way to sell it, you might as well make a magic scroll yourself and sell it. It's a good deal."
As soon as she heard this, the girl's little face immediately fell, and then she stood up in despair, curling her lips and said: "Hey, feelings are so worthless these days... Eh! "
"Ah!"
Mo Tan shivered at the girl's exclamation and took a step back nervously: "What's wrong?"
"Is there a door here?"
Futaba raised her little hand and pointed to a location not far behind Mo Tan. The latter looked back and saw that there was indeed an antique wooden door there.
But the wooden door did not make him feel uncomfortable. After all, even in the restricted book area, there were many independent rooms such as reading rooms, research rooms, reference rooms, etc. In fact, he had already visited similar places just now. I've been shopping with Futaba quite a bit, so I don't think there's anything wrong at all.
But Futaba obviously doesn’t think so——
“Obviously, there is indeed a door here now.”
Futaba didn't give Mo Tan a chance to speak. He just stood up slowly and said softly: "But not before."
Mo Tan's eyes suddenly widened, and after a brief hesitation, he slightly Nodding: "It seems, it is indeed like this."
Although the number of single rooms on this floor is denser than the previous two floors combined, there are at least ten rooms that the two of them have actually investigated, but Under Futaba's prompting, Mo Tan did recall that when he passed that wall not long ago, it seemed...
"There was nothing, at least in my impression, that place was indeed something just now. None."
The girl raised her lips with interest, and then walked briskly towards the door under Mo Tan's astonished gaze, and said with a smile: "So, this is obviously an invitation. .”
Mo Tan swallowed nervously, stared at the wooden door that didn't look very suspicious, and reminded: "But that could also be a trap."
"Yes, of course."
Futaba shrugged nonchalantly, turned to Mo Tan playfully and winked: "So if you are afraid, you don't have to follow me."
< br>Although he has walked around this floor, Mo Tan obviously does not want to stay alone in this forbidden book area where accidents may happen at any time, and he also knows that there is no way Futaba will give up on it just to accommodate him. The exploration of that wooden door, after all...
[If she could really endure it, wouldn’t my efforts have been in vain~]
The moment Futaba turned his head again, Frank Hughes, with a smile in his eyes, sighed deeply and followed him with heavy steps: "Please be sure to protect..."
< br>"Protect you, right? I know, I know. A grown man is not ashamed to be so virtuous."
Futaba waved his hand impatiently, and then a ball made entirely of earth elements The dark, solid, thick, and constantly falling mage's hand appeared in front of her, grabbed the handle of the wooden door, and pulled hard.
Then he pulled away in an understatement. "Of course, after all, whether it is an invitation or a trap, it is meaningless if people can't get in."
He casually arranged a multi-attribute elemental shield on himself and Frank behind him, and activated three [Arcane Eyes] and two layers of [Arcane Wisdom] at the same time. Futaba smacked his lips and walked briskly. He walked into the room behind the door and sat down on the high-backed chair closest to him. The human man in front of him, who looked about forty years old, slightly fat and somewhat bald, was immersed in reading a book. Whistle: "Hey, Fatty~"
Mo Tan, who followed Futaba into the room, suddenly stiffened, and then quickly bowed to the bald Fatty in front of the girl: "Very Sorry, sir, please believe that my partner has no ill intentions, she is just..."
"A little outspoken."
Futaba interrupted Mo Tan leisurely and said to her. The middle-aged man who didn't realize that someone was coming in smiled and said, "You look a lot like my first boyfriend. Even though that guy was hairless, lustful, ugly, autistic, fat, bad-mouthed, lazy, and died young, I I still love him deeply, so I accidentally said my nickname for him after seeing you. I don’t know if Brother Tan is doing well there, or if he misses me. "
Frank Hughes immediately looked at Futaba with fear and fear. This was the first time he heard that this girl had a beloved first love boyfriend, and judging from her description, that man Mr. Friend doesn't seem to be a serious person.
And the man wearing an aristocratic dress, with a soft light reflecting from the top of his head, was still reading quietly as if he hadn't heard anything.
"Can you please tell me your name? My name is Futaba, and I am a scholar from the City of Miracles. This gentleman is called Frank Hughes, and he is very good at shitting. As for my guy, he is very similar to you. My first love... Alas, his name is Tan Dalang, and he has a weak body. "It's not very good."
Futaba covered her cheeks in pain and murmured: "Even if I boiled herbs for him every day during those years, that child would still be kicking his legs on the night of his seventh birthday. ”
【Good guy! Are you and that older man a little too mature? God died on his seventh birthday. He was just a child. If you don't like it, just dump him! Why are you being tortured to death? Dalang is so pitiful! Be a human being, you bitch! 】
While looking at Futaba in confusion, who seemed to be immersed in memories and unable to extricate himself, Mo Tan started to complain implicitly and politely from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, the man sitting in front of the only desk in the room finally raised his head and looked at Futaba with his light gray eyes. After a while, he spoke flatly and without any emotion. The voice said: "Hello, madam."
"Hello, fat boy!"
Futaba immediately swept away the extremely sad expression just now because of the loss of her childhood sweetheart, especially He shook his little hand angrily and said: "To be honest, although this kind of three-no attribute is quite cute, it is really off-putting to put it on a balding uncle like you, and I can't help but want to scold him. A word of MMP."
"You can call me Shu Ling"
The man did not react to Futaba's ridicule, but continued to say in his flat voice: "According to this. Ms. Futaba, based on your recent reading history, I think there is a high probability that you can understand what I mean and my existence.”
"Shu Ling?"
Futaba was stunned for a moment and frowned: "You mean, you are the manager of this library?"
"That's not the case."
The man who claimed to be the 'book spirit' shook his head and closed the 'reading book' with no content in his hand: "In fact, my birth was just an accident."
"You My parents don’t have enough safety awareness..."
Futaba raised her eyebrows and made a casual comment.
“Interesting joke, I think Ms. Futaba, you should know very well that there is no so-called ‘parents’ in my existence, but strictly speaking, the library that gave birth to me can be said to be They are my 'parents'."
Although he could understand the joke, Shu Ling, who didn't seem to like it very much, said meticulously: "According to my investigation, the reason why I was It was most likely due to the excessive number of books covering the field of occultism in the library that they were condensed into 'real objects' among the ubiquitous free elements, and the readers' desire and thirst for knowledge shaped it into My 'personality'."
Futaba turned and glanced at Mo Tan: "Do you understand?"
"You can understand a little bit."
Mo Tan shrugged, shook his head and said: "But most of them don't understand."
Futaba twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded to express understanding: "I think so."
"Please Sit down, Mr. Frank Hughes."
Shu Ling said calmly, and then a chair of the same style as the high-backed chair under Futaba suddenly appeared behind Mo Tan.
“Thank you.”
After politely thanking the man in front of him, Frank Hughes sat down calmly.
"So, you are not a tool created to help manage this library, but an independent individual naturally bred by the atmosphere."
Futaba looked at it with interest. Looking at the man in front of him, he probed: "Then I can understand that you are completely redundant to this library, and you have not been given any authority. Just like... an earth-bound spirit that seems better than a lonely ghost, but is essentially the same? "
"I don't know the meaning of 'earth-bound spirit'."
Shu Ling frowned, and then regained his flat expression: "But in a sense, you can indeed understand me as a parasite of this library."
Futaba chuckled, and her beautiful eyes narrowed into two cute crescent moons: "So, why did you come to us? Mr. Shuling."
"I didn't come to you. "
Shu Ling shook his head and corrected lightly: "You found me?"
"Found you?"
"Yes."
"Can you expand on it?"
"The library is a place prepared for those who seek knowledge, and I, who depend on the library, also have the same characteristics. Under this premise, when you seek unknown desires When it is strong enough, it can resonate with me who was born in this desire, and then establish It creates a connection between reality and illusion."
"So we are here?"
"So you are here."
" Haha... Half of it is hidden and half of it is hidden, you fat boy is a bit naughty~"
Chapter 1,166: End
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