Cyberpunk, but urban

"Oh no, why did I suddenly have the idea of ​​wanting pink..." Ye Lan smiled and said to Mirina and Olivier.

"Pink? You actually like this color?" The tall and strong black guy looked Ye Lan up and down again as if he had just met him.

Ye Lan waved his hand and said to him, "Think about it, if one day you were beaten up by a cleaner named something like "Fen something something", how would you feel?"

"hiss--"

After hearing this, not only Olivier, but also Mirina gasped. If this really happened, then to some extent, it would be something that she would never be able to get rid of in her life, and she would be laughed at wherever she went.

After a long while, Mirina finally sighed, "What a vicious idea..."

"It's just a joke. I don't intend to use this trick at the cost of being called the Pink Finisher. Pink and the other bright colors here, please report them to the headquarters when you return and remove them from the list of candidates."

Ye Lan shook his head and ended the topic about this idea. Taking advantage of the gap between the topic, Mirina and Olivier said goodbye to Ye Lan and left the Yixiang Office.

They got a lot of information from Ye Lan today, and there are many things they need to sort out and report to their superiors in the association.

"Speaking of which, how are Angela and the others doing recently?"

After seeing off Myrina and Olivier, Ye Lan, who had some free time, asked Irene to help him and prepared dinner for Luna and the other girls who lived on the second floor of the office, while he thought of the library.

Meanwhile, in the library, Angela and the others were watching the experiences of several tailors from the Carnival and preparing to receive the three guests.

“Are they an organization that specializes in cloth production?”

Seeing several tailors at the Carnival eating human flesh to weave silk thread, Angela asked Roland and Angelica, who had been living in the city.

"Yes, high-quality fabrics are extremely valuable in the city. Like gangs and finishers, tailors are also very important. Those guys seem to operate in the dark, weaving fabrics by eating people..."

Roland nodded and began to introduce what tailoring is to Angela, the curious baby.

Angela blinked and asked in confusion: "What's so special about it? Isn't it just a piece of rag?"

Just based on the experience of the Carnival tailors shown in the light curtain and what Roland just said, she was not able to understand the value of the cloth they made.

"Hey, how can you say it's rags? It seems you haven't realized it yet. Many strong people in the city always wear light clothes and never wear any protective gear. There is a reason for this."

Roland sighed, and he quickly realized that how could a machine brain like Angela, who had never lived a normal life in the city, understand the function of the cloth just by hearing his words.

"As you may have seen from some of our guests, they are wearing more than just ordinary clothes. High-quality fabrics provide excellent protection, just like body enhancement surgery. And the highest-quality fabrics are something you can't buy no matter how much money you spend."

"That kind of fabric can only be obtained by squeezing into a workshop or a tailor's guild. In this city, some things are involved in a complex network of interests, such as reputation and materials, which cannot be obtained with money alone."

In order to make Angela understand what high-quality fabrics are, Roland gave her a long speech.

Unfortunately, Angela, who lacked a lot of knowledge, still didn't understand. She sighed and said to Roland, who was trying in vain to explain something, "I still don't understand after all you've said."

"..."

Angela's words obviously hit Roland hard. He opened his mouth for a long time, but then couldn't utter a word.

"Forget it, why don't we talk about the raw materials of those fabrics... Can these fabrics only be woven by humans? Angelica, are the clothes you are wearing also made of such materials?"

Angela looked at the mute Roland, then turned to Angelica and asked.

"Well... using humans to make silk threads and textiles seems to be a singularity technology from a broken world wing. Most of the raw materials we use for fabrics do not require human flesh and blood."

Angelica explained to Angela that the clothes they usually bought were finished products, and she didn't know whether the clothes they were wearing were made of human fabrics.

The information Angelica told her at least temporarily satisfied Angela's curiosity, and now she had to go and greet those half-human and half-ghost Carnival tailors.

"I'm hungry. Want to eat something?" As soon as he entered the library, Gamma expressed his hunger to the other two tailors.

"We can weave new types of threads. Are you excited?" Alpha's mask passed in front of Gamma and Beta, asking them how they felt.

"...Dear guests, welcome."

"Hello."

Angela greeted the tailors, and Beta asked the other two, "Can it be eaten? Can it be woven into beautiful silk?"

Gama, who had been staring at Angela's hair, pointed to her hair color and asked the two: "Can you weave beautiful blue silk?"

"Does she look even more unpalatable than a scavenger?" It was Alpha's turn to speak. He began to guess what Angela tasted like. In his opinion, Angela, a robot, might be even more unpalatable than a scavenger.

"Really? You don't look like a human."

"Want something delicious now? Tired of disgusting food."

Beta and Gamma also joined in guessing Angela's taste. Even Angela frowned at this attitude.

"Alas... I am the director and librarian of the library, Angela. I hope you can find the book you want..."

Angela really had no interest in communicating with these three difficult tailors. She sighed and threw them directly into the reception room.

Chapter 205. Le, I posted it without a title

"Such a brief greeting." "And insincere?" "It just disappeared."

The three tailors who were thrown into the reception room expressed their dissatisfaction, but no matter how much they complained, Angela, who had completely distanced herself from them, could not hear them.

Roland, who could hear their conversation, didn't care what they said.

Rather, for Roland, it would be better to eliminate these monsters as soon as possible, who transformed themselves into living production machines and used human lives to make cloth.

"The finisher? Here, it looks delicious?"

After complaining, Alpha looked around the reception room, which was far more spacious than normal. Roland's figure leaning on Durandal naturally did not escape his eyes.

"The end person is delicious? Miss, can this person be eaten?"

Hearing his voice, Beta and Gamma also turned around. The coats covering the three of them were stretched open, and different numbers of mechanical limbs with sharp knives protruded from them. The three tailors showed their fighting postures at the same time.

"That's really disgusting... I almost get goose bumps when I think about the fact that the clothes I'm wearing might be made of fabrics made from people like you."

Roland was talking to himself as he took Durandal out of the scabbard. He then strode towards the three Carnival tailors with no intention of talking to them.

"Start? You don't look weak. Be careful?"

“New hunts, and then making, better cloth.”

Alpha had just told his companions to be careful of the danger when Beta rushed back towards Roland without hesitation.

“Reduce unnecessary movements and save time?”

Gamma looked at Beta's back, muttered to himself, ignored Alpha's warning, and followed Beta to attack Roland.

"Humph!"

Roland completely ignored the dozens of knives slashing at him. He passed through the attack net formed by Beta and Gamma and crashed into Gamma's coat at a speed that the three tailors had no time to react to.

Although it was not within the attack range of a long sword like Durandal, a mere tailor from the Carnival was not enough to stop Roland from using his power.

The sword with thick black mist flickered back and forth on Gamma's body like a phantom. When his and Beta's missed attacks stopped, the tailor also lost the ability to move.

Under the gazes of Alpha and Beta, each of Gamma's limbs fell to the ground with a clanging sound. Roland's sword moves were like dismembering a lobster, turning this carnival tailor into clearly structured pieces of meat on the ground.

"The first one...it's time for the next one."

"It's scary. Will we lose if we keep going like this? Be careful."

The second Carnival tailor to die was Beta. He had just had time to warn Alpha with a warning tinged with fear before he was turned into scattered pieces of meat piled on the ground under Roland's sword.

Two broken masks fell to the ground, their empty eye sockets staring straight at Alpha. The last tailor who had transformed himself into a production machine lost the motivation to resist on the spot.

They couldn't win, they couldn't win at all. Their colleagues were like the flesh and blood piled on the table when they were eating, being strangled by the enemy in front of them without any ability to resist.

Alpha, whose emotions were deprived by the transformation surgery, had no idea whether he was feeling sadness or fear at this moment.

But what finally occupied my entire mind was the thought of continuing my textile work.

That was an unshakable thought embedded in the root of their minds. It was the underlying command that was implanted into the brains of these Carnival tailors after they used the singularity technique to transform themselves.

Unable to disobey such an order, Alpha opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth and knives in the middle of his body, waved his mechanical limbs with sharp blades at the front, and recklessly attacked Roland.

There was no chance of winning the battle, but Alpha, who had been transformed and had lost the idea of ​​escaping, still used all the weapons on his body to engage in a fierce battle with Roland's Durandal.

Or maybe it was just what he thought was a fierce confrontation.

Dang rang, dang rang, dang rang.

The limbs chopped off by Roland fell to the ground one by one, making a series of metal collision sounds. As Roland's attack rhythm gradually accelerated, all of Alpha's limbs were dismantled under Roland's attack, and then fell to the ground, becoming garbage at Alpha's feet.

Soon, in less than two minutes, Alpha's head fell off Alpha's body, from which the extra parts had been neatly removed.

Faint shadows of book pages began to appear on his body, and then, like the bodies of Beta and Gamma that had turned into books, he began to change into books in the library.

"Hahaha - it's just a warm-up exercise."

Stretching himself, Roland picked up Durandal's scabbard that had been thrown on the ground and put the sword back.

Although the original of his beloved sword was also confiscated by his old friend Olivier, Roland always subconsciously paid attention to its maintenance even though it was a weapon materialized by the power of the library.

After waiting for a while, until the three Carnival tailors were completely transformed into books, he walked forward to pick them all up and walked towards the door of the reception room that had been reopened.

Roland walked out of the reception room. His Angelica was standing by the door with the child in her arms. When she saw him come out, she smiled at him.

"Exhausted? Tired. Want to rest? Hungry. Want to get out of here?"

Roland dismissed Durandal and joked with his wife, imitating the tone and accent of a tailor at the Carnival.

"Roland, this is not funny."

Angelica rolled her eyes at him, then put her arm around Theresa and took Roland's hand with her as they walked towards the restaurant that the library's assistant librarians had converted from an empty room.

Although most people in the library are now incarnated by books, skipping meals is not a big deal. However, for the sake of everyone's physical and mental health, Malkuth and Hod still recommend that both designated librarians and assistant librarians eat on time.

The restaurant that was created as a result actually brought convenience to Roland and Angelica, two normal urban people.

"To the restaurant? What time is it?"

Roland, who had just come out of the reception room, was still confused about the time and looked at Angelica in confusion.

"It's dinner time. Everyone has gone to the restaurant, but you are still busy with the guests." Angelica said.

Chapter 206. Dinner time in the library

"Roland, you're out? Everyone is waiting for you and your wife!"

As soon as they entered the restaurant, Roland and Angelica saw Hod calling out to them and waving at them. The designated librarians who had woken up were sitting around a long dining table, waiting for them.

At several dining tables next to them, assistant librarians from each floor were already struggling with the food that had materialized from books through the power of the library, devouring everything on the table.

"Hey, I'm so sorry. I made you wait for me here..."

Roland pulled Angelica to sit down, and said to Hod and the others with a chuckle.

"Hehe~ We're not waiting for you... If Angelica hadn't insisted on waiting until you came out before eating, we would have started eating a long time ago."

Malkuth's words made everyone in the room laugh. Even Yesod, who had been keeping a stern face, couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Speaking of which, where's Angela?"

Angelica placed Theresa in the crib beside her and looked up to ask the designated librarians.

Although you may not guess it, this cot was requested by Netzach, who was asking Malkuth for a can or two of beer. It was made possible thanks to the efforts of Yesod.

None of the four designated librarians had experience in taking care of infants and young children, so it would take a lot of effort for them to materialize something they had no corresponding memories of.

"Angela said she didn't need to eat, so she didn't come." Hod replied quietly, then clapped his hands and said to everyone in the seats: "Then our table is now complete, let's start eating!"

"Oh. So you really can't let me have a drink? I promise I won't get drunk."

Netzach said somewhat dejectedly, his companions were staring at him closely, and this was already the second week that he hadn't been able to drink any alcohol.

"Netzach...if you really want to drink, go and call Angela over, and I'll allow you to have a good drink."

After eating a small amount to fill his stomach, Malkuth looked at the two empty chairs at the dining table and spoke to Metzach while gently waving his fork.

The seats at this dining table were arranged by her and Hod. After temporarily removing a few designated librarians who had not yet awakened, everyone in the library had their own chair.

Including Ye Lan who was outside the library at this time and Angela who was now alone in the director's office.

"Eh?! I'm going to call Angela over? Really?" Netzach pointed at himself and was stunned for a moment.

"Just tell me if you want to drink or not, and let's go."

"Go! Angela can't do anything to me."