Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 987 There Are Angels in the West 7
Shen Ronghua held on to the last bit of consciousness until Banjin's voice stopped ringing, and then he allowed himself to fall asleep.

After this day, I'm really tired.

Lance walked on the streets of the township, his black short boots stepped on the stone floor, making sonorous footsteps.

The white-haired boy is used to being alone, and the coldness between his brows always makes people shy away.

But today, it is different from usual.

Shops on both sides of the street, hearing familiar footsteps, leaned out of the windows to look around.

"Why is Lance alone? Where are his supporters?"

"The supporter is an angel. If I were him, I would choose not to wear it!"

"I'm really worried. With Lance's talent, he will definitely become a great magister in the future.

It's a pity that his supporter turned out to be an angel. I really hope he won't get too close to his supporter. "

"It's hard to say. Not all magicians need supporters. Lance doesn't seem to need them!"

"We have to trust the Foster family, not to mention that the status of supporters today is not high, and Lance is not an irrational magician who can be manipulated at will."

"You said that, I feel a lot more relieved."

……

Although the voices of gossip from the surrounding residents were suppressed very low, they still reached Lance's ears.

Lance turned a deaf ear to the innocuous words, turned and entered the library.

This is the bookstore with the most complete range of books in the town, except magic books.

"Hey, Lance, I knew you'd show up at this point!"

Standing behind the counter was a gentle and handsome man. His face was a little longer than the average person's. There was a pair of glasses with only half lenses on the bridge of his nose. A golden chain hung from the frame and fell on his neck.

He was holding a half-read book in his hand, and when he saw Lance, it was as if he had made the right bet.

Lance walked to the counter, slightly curled his slender index finger, and tapped the table twice, "The last book..."

"Ah, it's already ready!"

The man with glasses took out three books with the same cover from the drawer, pushed them to Lance, and complained: "You don't even know, it took me a lot of thought to get these three books, if I didn't happen to be with St. Female acquaintance, that brave man is impossible to sell!"

While listening, Lance flipped through the books, which recorded detailed shapes and effects of herbs, which were of great help in making potions.

After the man with glasses stopped, he closed the book and said politely, "Thank you, how much is it?"

The man with glasses blinked his eyes behind the glasses, and said mysteriously: "Let's not mention this, I have a good book, you must be interested in reading it, do you want to know?"

Lance is rarely interested in the outside world, unless it is vital to survival, he will take the initiative to understand.

For example, he was always looking for rare books from Blake.

"No need." Lance untied a money bag from his belt, put it on the counter, picked up the book, and was about to turn around and leave.

Black quickly stopped: "Wait, aren't you interested in books about angels?"

"The only one in this store!"

Lance stopped in his tracks, turned half his body, and saw that Black was holding a book with a white leather and gold border, a pair of white wings and a golden halo on the cover.

The most eye-catching thing is its title - Handbook of Angel Breeding.

The body of the white-haired boy was completely facing Black.

Black saw the timing and said: "Lance, it really suits you!"

(End of this chapter)