Cyberpunk, but urban

"Yes, yes, this friend is really good at joking."

Salvador naturally knew that Angela would not tell him her weaknesses, but the library had killed so many people that he couldn't help it.

"Master, shall we stop with the idle chatter?"

Yuna advised that their commission was not to kill Angela. Being in the opponent's base camp, if they angered the opponent and made the opponent no longer adhere to the rules they set, it would be disadvantageous to them in the Dawn Agency.

"Miss Angela, please don't expect to easily repay the blood debt you owe."

“Same here. May you find the book you seek.”

Finally, the two sides exchanged harsh words, and Salvador took Yuna and Philip into the reception room of the library. Ye Lan had been waiting there early, waiting for the three finishers of the Liming Office to come and die.

"Oh, as expected, someone is waiting for us here. Yuna, Philip, this friend's strength should not be underestimated. You two should be prepared."

Although he was only a third-level finisher at this time, Salvador was demoted from the first level to the third-level finisher. Past experience allowed him to easily see how powerful the opponent they were about to face was.

Yuna took the weapon that she had been carrying on her back, which looked like a musical instrument case. She looked back at the nervous Philip and said to him, "Philip, don't force yourself. Just stay behind and provide appropriate support."

"……I see."

As the weakest of the three, Philip had no choice but to accept Yuna's proposal, even if he was unwilling. He knew that when the Dawn Office faced a stronger enemy, the most important thing he should do was to try not to hinder his master and Yuna.

"It seems that everyone is ready..."

After Salvador arranged the next tactics and the three people from the Dawn Office formed a formation in front of Ye Lan, Ye Lan said his first words in this reception room today.

"My friend, you seem very confident. We are not easy to deal with. I hope you don't get hurt here."

"That won't bother you."

Before Salvador could finish his trash talk, the Sword of Tears in Ye Lan's hand collided with the long sword of the Branding Workshop that he suddenly pulled out.

"Young man, you don't think that such a surprise attack can solve this old man of mine?"

"Oh, just saying hello."

The two engaged in a quick sword duel that Yuna and Philip had no chance to intervene in. The blue and black glow of the Sword of Tears and the orange-red blazing flames of the Branding Workshop's long sword flickered in the reception room.

Although Salvador was already old at this time, and his skills were less than 70 or 80, he was still able to show the strength of a former level finisher with his experience.

At least for a period of time, he can still hold on and not lose the upper hand.

"Master is too old. He can't last long in such a high-speed battle. Philip, we have to find a way to do something."

Yuna pursed her lips. Her judgment was correct. The more Salvador fought with Ye Lan, the more he felt his physical strength was rapidly draining away.

Ye Lan, wearing a full set of Sword of Tears, is much stronger than him in all aspects of physical fitness. If he can't find a way to break the impasse, he will be killed by Ye Lan in a head-on fight without the support of his two disciples.

"master……"

Although Yuna's concern for Salvador was just the normal concern of an apprentice for his master, there was a moment when Philip felt like his heart was stabbed.

However, as the closer of the Dawn Agency and Salvador's apprentice, he quickly regained his proper fighting qualities.

"Senior, I will try to interrupt the enemy's attack rhythm. You can take this opportunity to help Master regroup!"

Chapter 222. Run, Philip, Run

In order to free Master Salvador from the high-speed battle with Ye Lan, Philip almost gave up his own life and launched a desperate charge towards Ye Lan which was doomed to fail.

His idea was good, and there was room for maneuver in its execution. But unfortunately, he and Yuna's target was Ye Lan.

Yuna followed Philip closely, preparing to replace Salvador to give him a break, but before she could act, she saw the Brand Workshop sword swung by Philip, which seemed to have no temperature in Ye Lan's hand. He used his right hand that was not holding the sword to easily break it into two pieces like crushing a biscuit.

"Philip, be careful!"

Salvador, who was suppressed by Ye Lan and could only move around in a small area, shouted, but when his voice reached Philip's ears, it was too late for him to react.

Ye Lan broke his weapon and kicked him right in the chest with a kick that no one could react to in time, sending him flying backwards.

Without time to think about it, Yuna took advantage of the brief moment when he kicked Philip, which was not a flaw, and directly controlled the weapon that looked like a guitar case to face Ye Lan.

"Unbelievable!"

Ye Lan didn't even look at Yuna when he uttered this. Holding the Sword of Tears in his hand, he stabbed Salvador's throat three times in succession. Under his aggressive attack, the old finisher was left with only the weapon in his hand against his throat to be beaten.

Yuna, on the other hand, was knocked away by a powerful straight punch from a suddenly appearing golden girl. She fell to the ground with Philip and couldn't even get up for a while.

"Salvatore, who do you think I should start killing?"

Forced to retreat continuously by Ye Lan's continuous fast sword strikes, Salvador, who was now beaten to the wall and could retreat at any time, gritted his teeth, and strength emerged from his body, he drew out the second long sword from his waist, and collided with the sword that Ye Lan was piercing into one of his eyes.

"Yuna, find a chance to take Philip back! If dying here is my fate, there's no need for you to be implicated by me!"

"The emotional level has risen. Mr. Salvador, you are on fire now!"

Tears fall like ashes, embroidery looks like stars.

The long windbreaker on Ye Lan's body, which seemed to be shining with stars, suddenly changed. Several tear marks like ash climbed up on the windbreaker. The sadness condensed like substance turned the whole windbreaker into a heavy armor covering the whole body.

Salvador's two branding workshop swords hit Ye Lan in vain, but they didn't leave even the slightest mark. Ye Lan, who had transformed his ego armor into armor, simply waved his hand at Salvador as if to drive away insects, and knocked him away like a rag doll.

"master!"

Philip, who had just crawled up from the ground, screamed, but having lost his weapon and broken several ribs, he did not have the strength to continue fighting Ye Lan.

Teng! Teng! Teng!

Salvador stumbled and stomped his feet on the ground three times before he finally regained control of his body. He looked down and saw that the two long swords he had just used to block Ye Lan's attack had broken into two sections, leaving only the half with the hilt in his hand.

“Philip, find a way to run with Yuna, I will open up a way for you to survive!”

He took out his German half-hand sword from his back. This old thing had been with him since he was in the Second Association. In the end, Salvador used it in this battle.

"master……"

Helped up by the seriously injured Philip, Yuna watched sadly as Salvador rushed towards Ye Lan, whose face could not be seen clearly under heavy armor, and used his own life to seek hope of survival for them.

However, in the next second, she saw an indescribable expression of horror on Philip's face beside her.

"Philip...P?"

The doubt lasted only for the next second. Yuna lowered her head and saw the dagger piercing her heart. It was only at this moment that the pain of losing her life came late, causing Yuna to vomit blood uncontrollably.

"Senior? Senior!!!"

Salvador, who was about to strike at Ye Lan, heard Philip's desperate cry from behind him. Startled by the sound, the old man's sword moves were out of shape for a moment.

So, Ye Lan, who was holding half of his sword with one hand, said to Salvador with a mocking smile: "Did I forget to tell you that my sword can find its target by itself?"

"You inhuman running dog!"

"You can only show off your power with your mouth... Well, I am a kind person, so let me take you to see your apprentice for the last time."

Click.

The German-style half-hand sword that had accompanied Salvador for half his life was easily broken into two pieces in Ye Lan's hand, and Salvador himself was grabbed by the collar by Ye Lan and thrown back to Philip.

"Master...Senior Yuna..."

As soon as he fell to the ground, Salvador saw Philip, who had lost all his will to fight and was holding Yuna's body, which was gradually turning into a book.

Until this moment, Salvador finally knew what was hidden in Philip's heart. Today, his little apprentice was going to lose both his beloved senior and his master, who he didn't know whether he was respected or not.

"Oh... Philip, don't force yourself, retreat quickly."

The old man sighed, reached out and patted Philip on the shoulder, and took this opportunity to help him get up.

"I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough, I can't do anything..."

"It's not your fault... Run, Philip, run."

Deflated, Salvador suddenly could not feel the pain coming from his body. The old man sighed and said to Philip, and walked slowly and firmly towards Ye Lan who was standing opposite and watching their performance quietly.

"I'm a coward, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Behind him, the sound of the door opening caught his attention. Although he didn't know why the library opened the door to let him leave, Philip, who was seriously injured both physically and mentally, didn't have the time and energy to think about it.

With Ye Lan's indulgence, the fifth-level finisher named Philip stumbled out of the reception room and fell into the sofa in the office.

"Is Philip...gone?"

"He's gone, but don't you think he'll come back?"

Salvador, who walked to Ye Lan's side, could no longer see anything. The burning that Ye Lan mentioned was not a metaphor, he really burned everything he had.

Unfortunately, the final result was not what Salvador expected.

"Although I have no attachment to Yu Sheng...I still worry about that boy."

Salvador thought to himself that as he lay dying, he seemed to hear the enemy in front of him speaking to him.

"He will be in pain because of this. He will seek help everywhere for your death and will come back to this place. In the end, full of pain and despair, he will bloom a flower in front of me that is enough to burn everything and become one of the most precious collections in the library."

Chapter 223. Literature and Art

"That's a completely villainous statement."

Looking down at Salvador who had turned into a book, Ye Lan muttered to himself and dispersed the ego equipment on his body. Picking up the two books from the Liming Office, Ye Lan walked out of the reception room with them and met Angela.

"The young man named Philip left the library as he walked through the door of the reception room." Angela took the book from Ye Lan and told him about the survivors of the Dawn Office.

The two walked towards the bookshelf where the victims of the library were stored. Ye Lan said to Angela on the way, "I know that although the library thought it was not time for him to turn into a book, the boy named Philip was able to escape because of my indulgence."

"Ye Lan, you seem to be very interested in that Philip. I don't see what's so special about him that deserves your attention."

Angela thought Ye Lan's attitude towards that man was a little strange. In her opinion, Philip was just a cowardly and decadent finisher who did not have enough strength.

"Well, that guy has a lot of potential. With a little guidance, we can see his unique ego, which is called divine by urban people."

Ye Lan saw Angela's confusion from her expressionless face, so she leaned against the bookshelf and told Angela about Philip's future bit by bit.

"It's really interesting, isn't it? After realizing sadness, he grew into a strong man with divine power. But then he was tempted by others and fell into a twisted state."

Near the curator's office, Ye Lan used this sentence as a summary to Philip, ending his topic with Angela on this closer.

"Now I understand what you want to do. A god like Mr. Finn would indeed be a good book for the library."

Angela nodded, opened the door of the director's office and walked in. Ye Lan, who was following behind her, put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "By the way, I think there will be a group of guests claiming to be the Bremen Band soon. When you receive them, remember to let Angelica accompany you."

"You know again?"

“I always know what I’m supposed to know.”

Angela rolled her eyes beautifully, "I see. I'll let Angelica accompany us when we meet those guests."

"What are you talking about?"

Just as Ye Lan closed the door of the director's office, little Luna suddenly rushed in between him and Angela, with an innocent and curious expression on her face, and asked them both.

"It's just some small things, nothing much to say. But have you been well behaved this morning?" Ye Lan rubbed her hair and threw a fatal question to Luna.

"Um - Ye Lan, you just don't want to tell me! You must have said something private to Sister Angela, right?!"

The little girl's words instantly attracted the attention of the other people in the director's office. Even Ye Lan felt a little frightened by their gazes.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you silly girl."

After tapping Luna's head gently, Ye Lan asked everyone in the director's office, "Did anything happen during the time I was there?"

"Everything is fine~"

Hod waved his hand and said that nothing had really happened in the library during the time when Ye Lan and Angela were away. However, just as Hod finished speaking, Angela looked down at the other floors of the library under the director's office.

"A dormant abnormality has awakened. It should be the Thorn Bus on the art floor."

Ye Lan rushed to Hod's side and said with a smile: "It's so funny. Hod, you just said that everything in the library is normal, and an abnormality came out to cause trouble for you."

"..."

Hod remained silent with a smile on her face, staring at Ye Lan straight, until Ye Lan could no longer smile, and finally left the director's office contentedly, returning to her literature floor to assist Neztach and his art floor in fighting against the abnormalities.

"To be honest, Hod was a little scary today."

Ye Lan said to Angela who was dispatching everyone to take in the thorn bus in the curator's office, and then he was thrown to the literature floor by Angela. Obviously, even Angela didn't want to listen to Ye Lan talking nonsense around her.

Our self-inflicted protagonist was sent to the literature level by Angela, and it certainly wasn't because Angela simply wanted to send him farther away.

The spider's nest that he brought back from the Lobotomy Corporation branch was now a little agitated by the light contained in Salvador's books.

Its little spiders were running around the room recklessly, expressing their sudden extra experiences. When Ye Lan opened his eyes, there were already several extra lively little spiders trying to open the door of the room and try to go to the literature floor outside the room.

Ye Lan appeared in the middle of this group of little spiders and was soon covered with them as a climbing frame. She sighed and shouted to the spider nest above her head: "Hey, as a mother, you should take care of your own children."