Quadruple split

Steam Consortium.

Even Futaba, who seemed a bit ignorant compared to Frank Hughes, would not feel unfamiliar with this name at all.

If we 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 gain a lot. Kind of answer, because these things are like the unlucky Hamlet, the concept is different 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 a paper that shocks the world 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 can't say anyone is wrong, there is probably no right answer to this question.

As for authority...is the system authoritative enough? At that time, his individual strength was very poor, and there was no way he could enter the rankings of ‘Tan Mo’, but he killed Cordoba, who was second in the rankings. Can we say that the system was wrong?

No, let's just say Córdoba is down on their luck.

But can things like ‘luck’ be considered part of luck?

If not, then Cordoba would be ranked second.

If calculated, his ranking would probably slip to... around 400,000.

All in all, 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】.

Philly 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 wealth sect that believes in the goddess of wealth, but the two. An organization full of worldliness and copper odor.

It is true that 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 hostile to land creatures. There is no doubt that all members of the Hai Clan have "hard skills".

All in all, although the previous presidents of the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce and the CEO of the Steam Consortium are both honorary officiants of the Church of Fortune, the influence of these two organizations is far greater than even the internal rankings of the United Holy Church. Too high a church of wealth.

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? Is this pot valuable?"

Mo Tan shrugged, shook his head and said, "It's just more commemorative, but its actual value...is very low."

The girl stared at the pot with sparkling eyes and continued to ask: "So how low is it?"

"I can only say……"

Mo Tan touched the tip of his nose and said with a wry smile: "Futaba, instead of taking this thing out to find a way to sell it, it would be more cost-effective to make a magic scroll yourself and sell it."

As soon as she heard this, the girl's little face immediately fell, and then she stood up half-heartedly and curled her lips and said: "Hey, feelings are so worthless these days... eh!"

"ah!?"

Mo Tan trembled at the girl's exclamation and took a half step back nervously: "What's wrong?"

"Is there a door here?"

Shuangye raised his 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 this 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 with Futaba just now. It’s less, so I don’t feel anything is wrong at all.

But Futaba obviously doesn’t think so——

"Apparently there is a door here now."

Futaba didn't give Mo Tan a chance to speak. He just stood up slowly and said softly: "But it didn't happen before."

Mo Tan's eyes widened immediately, and after a brief hesitation, he nodded slightly: "It seems, that is indeed the case."

Although the number of single rooms on this floor is denser than the previous two floors combined, and there are at least ten rooms that the two of them have actually investigated, under Futaba's prompts, Mo Tan did recall that he passed by it not long ago. When it comes to that wall, it seems like...

"There is nothing, at least in my impression, there was nothing in that place just now."

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."

"Yeah, of course."

Futaba shrugged nonchalantly, turned to Mo Tan and winked playfully: "So if you're scared, you don't have to follow me."

Although he had already walked around this floor, Mo Tan obviously did not want to stay alone in this forbidden book area where accidents might happen at any time, and he also knew that Futaba would never give up on the fan just because he would accommodate him. The exploration of wooden doors, after all...

[If she could really bear 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..."

"Protect you, right? I know, I know. A grown man wouldn't be ashamed to be so virtuous."

Futaba waved her hand impatiently, and then a dark, solid, thick, and constantly falling mage's hand made entirely of earth elements appeared in front of her and grabbed the handle of the wooden door. , pull hard.

Then he pulled away lightly.

"Of course. After all, whether it's an invitation or a trap, it's 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 nearest 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, froze immediately, and then quickly bowed to the bald guy in front of the girl: "I'm sorry, sir, please believe that my partner has no ill intentions. , she just..."

"Somewhat outspoken."

Futaba interrupted Mo Tan leisurely, and smiled at the middle-aged man who didn't seem to realize that someone was coming in: "You look very much like my first boyfriend, even though that man is hairless, lustful, ugly, autistic, and obese. , cheap-tongued, lazy in eating, and died early, but I still love him deeply, so I fell in love with him. After meeting you, I accidentally said my pet name for him. Alas... I didn’t know Brother Tan was there. Are you doing well, and do you miss me?"

Frank Hughes immediately looked at Futaba with fearful eyes. This was the first time he heard that this girl had a beloved first love boyfriend, and judging from her description, Mr. Boyfriend didn't seem to be anything. Serious people.

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 first love who is very similar to you... alas, His name is Tan Dalang, and his health has never been very good."

Futaba covered her cheeks in pain and murmured: "Even if I boiled herbs for him every day in those years, that child still kicked 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 bewilderment, 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, ma'am."

"Hello, Fatty!"

Futaba immediately swept away the extremely sad expression just now due to the loss of her childhood sweetheart, and shook her little hand with great vigor, and said: "To be honest, although this kind of three-no attribute is quite cute, but when it comes to you Such a bald man is really off-putting, and I can't help but want to curse MMP."

"You can call me Shu Ling."

The man did not react in any way to Futaba's ridicule, but continued to say in his flat voice: "Based on your recent reading records, Ms. Futaba, 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, frowned and said, "You mean, you are the manager of this library?"

"it's not true."

The man who called himself the 'book spirit' shook his head and closed the contentless 'reading book' in his hand: "In fact, my birth was just an accident."

"Your 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 my 'parents' .”

Although he could understand the joke, the book spirit who didn't seem to like it said meticulously: "According to my investigation, the reason why I was conceived is most likely because there are too many books in the library that deal with the field of occultism. , the ubiquitous free elements were condensed into 'objects', and the readers' desire and thirst for knowledge shaped my 'personality'."

Shuangye turned around and glanced at Mo Tan: "Do you understand?"

"I can understand it more or less."

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 his understanding: "I think so."

"Please take a seat, 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.

"Thanks."

After politely thanking the man in front of him, Frank Hughes sat down calmly.

"So, you are not a tool man created to help manage this library, but an independent individual naturally nurtured by the atmosphere."

Futaba looked at the man in front of him with interest, and said tentatively: "Then I can understand that you are completely redundant to this library, and you have not been given any authority, just like... ...an Earthbound spirit that seems better than a lonely ghost, but is essentially the same?"

"I don't know the meaning of 'Earthbound Spirit'."

The book spirit 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 narrowed her beautiful eyes into two cute crescent moons: "So, why did you come to us? Mr. Shuling."

"I'm not looking for you."

Shu Ling shook his head and corrected lightly: "Did you find me?"

"Found you?"

"Yes."

"Is it convenient to 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 your desire to seek the unknown is strong enough, you will be able to communicate with me who was born in this desire. It resonates and establishes some kind of bond between reality and fantasy.”

"So we're here?"

"So you ended up here."

"Haha... You mean half hidden and half hidden? You fat boy is a bit naughty~"

Chapter 1,166: End