A comic book, but a librarian

Chapter 216: Study time.

"You said someone is raising evil spirits in Tokyo? I see. The Metropolitan Police Department will handle the next thing... Forget it, I won't hide it from you. We will most likely return empty-handed. The area of ​​Tokyo is too large for our manpower. Besides, who knows what cult is raising evil spirits or what idiot is just dreaming. In short, we may not be able to handle this matter for a while."

Uesugi Sumire gave Inudo Ranko a summary of the commission, and the other party naturally wrote down the reward for the commission and waited for Uesugi Sumire to say what he wanted. Inudo Ranko thought that she should be able to satisfy Uesugi Sumire's appetite as long as he was not too greedy and exaggerated.

"That's it, I've already warned you anyway. And by the way, if there are any mass deaths in the near future, remember to keep your people away. If you can't do anything about it, just run away."

Uesugi Sumiko smiled. He didn't expect the Metropolitan Police Department to play any role. He just hoped that this group of people would stay away from certain places for his sake, so as to avoid a fight and lose their lives in vain.

"The Locksmith's Dream: Light Through the Keyhole" (Reading Requirements: 4 Lights) and "Secret of the Night Watch" (Reading Requirements: 8 Lights)

Two books were placed on his desk, next to which was a note left by Himegami Sakura, written in beautiful handwriting.

"Sir, the books in the bookstore that have not yet been catalogued have been sorted out, and a letter has been sent to the auction house as you said, signed with the name you mentioned. A copy of the letter is on the table for your review."

Uesugi Sakura did not go to find out where Himegami Sakura was now. According to his guess, Himegami Sakura was either at the top of the Colorful Tower overlooking the sea or watching a film in the sanatorium.

After all, the last time Dr. Serena came, Uesugi Cheng asked her to buy some popular movie films on the market and paid for it with the age account book that was placed in a corridor and looked like it was for worship.

So much so that Serena half-jokingly said at the time that this guy, who was considered half an ancient immortal, was really planning to retire completely and had begun to learn to enjoy life.

The great art [Refining and Promotion] contained in these two books is not important to Uesugi Cheng. What is important is that this great art must be used to present it to the Night Watchman Tree to produce soul essence as fruit. Uesugi Cheng now feels that his soul essence is not strong enough and not enough.

[Refining and Promotion Lv.3]: "No one has ever truly wanted to be completely changed. Azoth and Yaosu are both equally revered. But no one who has been changed has ever chosen to look back."

——George Coles (4 domes 3 lights)

Submit to Illumination Level 3 to gain knowledge [Si Chen] and [Soul Quality: Fortitude]

This was Uesugi Cheng's plan. After he finished reading these two books and advanced to the great art, the time would just come for the time they agreed on, which was the time to give Baoyue a midnight snack lesson.

In addition, the three teachings about [Hongzhong and Bronze Ware] given to him by Bai Ri Forge must also be digested within these two days. For this purpose, the flowers picked by Himegami Sakura have been put into the production of [Solomon Preparations] in order to create an absolutely comfortable learning environment for Uesugi Cheng.

"How long has it been since I studied so hard?"

Uesugi Cheng opened the lid of the first bottle of Solomon's preparation, drank it all in one gulp, and turned to the first page of the locksmith's dream.

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"Yes... yes, that is definitely not something that an ordinary evil spirit can do. The butcher didn't even last for a few seconds before he was instantly destroyed. The sensor light also went out instantly, so I dared to make such a judgment."

The man in black didn't dare to breathe, quietly waiting for the verdict from the other end of the phone. He was just the leader of a small cult, and usually relied on the offerings of his followers for his enjoyment. If it weren't for the supernatural items and powers given to him by the mysterious man on the other end of the phone, perhaps he would have already sunk in a corner of Tokyo Bay.

The butcher was trained by the mysterious man himself according to his instructions. To be honest, when he saw the bloody scene of the butcher killing people and his malicious eyes, he knew that there was no turning back for him. He might have to serve this horrible evil spirit for the rest of his life. Who would have thought that this cunning and cruel evil spirit would die so unclearly.

"Yes, there was only... light at the scene. I don't know how to describe it, but it was just very strong light."

Sweat dripped down the man's forehead. He knew that this statement would not satisfy the person on the other end of the phone at all, but he had only seen these things. Even though he had rushed to the place where the evil spirit died as quickly as possible, the most he saw was the ashes of the "butcher" after his death and the strong light attached to the ashes that almost made him cry.

"Yes... yes... I will definitely do it!"

The man lowered his head in horror. The other party had already asked him to offer something more precious as food to hatch the evil spirits to make up for the losses. All he could think of were those... human lives.

He hung up the phone, sat in his own dark room, staring at the floor, not knowing what he was thinking. Finally, his eyes turned cold and he walked out of the dark room.

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Yotsuya Miko put down the information in her hand and seemed a little dizzy. Why should an ordinary adolescent high school girl like her want to understand the composition logic and driving methods of spirits?

The huge evil dog curled up beside her, like a small mountain for her to lean on. To outsiders, she looked like she was half lying in mid-air. Only Yotsuya Miko herself could feel the warmth that came from her family.

"dad."

She slowly stood up and looked at her father who was nodding at her. Ever since the last incident, she had revealed her Yin-Yang eyes to her father and now she would occasionally chat with him.

"What's wrong, Jianzi? Is there a problem?"

"No, nothing, I just feel a little tired..."

Yotsuya Miko stretched lazily. The temperature of the autumn afternoon sun was just right, and it was as beautiful as a dream. She took a deep breath and continued to study. She still remembered the evil spirits in Area S clearly. In order to protect her own beautiful life, she had to continue studying.

The ghost father standing behind her looked somewhat relieved, but also somewhat sad. He watched his daughter's hard-working back, and finally turned back to his own shrine, and called his pet dog over to avoid disturbing her studies.

-

"Yes, that's right... tomorrow is also fine. Thank you very much."

Uesugi Cheng hung up the phone. He had ordered some things which would not arrive until tomorrow, and during this break from studying, he planned to look at other things to relax his body and mind.

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Chapter 217 Recovering "Hell Transformation"

"Just stay in the box for a while. If you really can't hold it anymore, you can come out for some fresh air, but don't show your body to others."

Uesugi Cheng rolled up "Hell Transformation". To be honest, it took some effort to roll up a painting that was as long and big as a wall. If the painting had not been very cooperative, Uesugi Cheng felt that he would have to find someone else to help.

"Ok."

The elf in the painting finally chose to lie on his shoulder, floating like a will-o'-the-wisp. After hiding its figure, people without spiritual power could not see its appearance at all.

Uesugi Sumiko picked up the box containing the painting with both hands, and thought about whether the car at home could fit the box. Finally, he decided to call for help.

"Uncle Zhengzong? Can you do me a favor? I have something that needs to be moved. It's not suitable for ordinary people to see."

Yashiki Kazuo, or Kujo Masamune, drove over slowly half an hour later. With the help of Uesugi Cheng, the affairs of the Kujo family had come to an end. Even Meili had settled down completely. From time to time, she was dragged away by Baoyue Yexiao to do some "tests" that were not suitable for others to see. So Kujo Masamune looked much better, at least he no longer looked like a middle-aged office worker who might die suddenly at any time like when they first met.

"Uesugi, what's in this box? It doesn't look dangerous, does it?"

Kujo Masamune adjusted his glasses and then saw clearly the will-o'-the-wisp on Uesugi Sumikado's shoulder.

"Its home, I plan to take it home and keep it there... Anyway, this painting is unlikely to be taken out for viewing by others."

Uesugi Cheng shrugged his left shoulder, using this method to indicate what was in the box in his hand.

"This...is like this."

Kujo Masamune adjusted his glasses again. He was still not used to such close intimacy between humans and spirits. Although the family is now managed by his younger sister Kujo Saya, who has turned into a cute little doll, to be honest, his attitude towards spirits and monsters is still relatively conservative.

“What is this painting…?”

"Oh, I drew it a few days ago. After I finished it, I went to the hospital and stayed there. I didn't come to take it away until now."

Uesugi Cheng said something casually, and the painting in the box vibrated a few times. Then, Uesugi Cheng put it on the back seat, and he sat in the passenger seat.

"Um……"

Kujo Masamune's brain was a little overloaded, so he just responded casually and simply didn't think about the meaning of the sentence, and just quietly acted as a driver.

"By the way, Mr. Ichijo from last time, please let me tell you that he has handled it according to your request, and he hopes to thank you in person."

"I see. The thing in his house doesn't look like a cursed item that an ordinary person can make. It looks more like it was guided by a professional. If the Kujo family is interested, maybe they can investigate it? After all, to be honest, no one wants a few evil spirits raised by others to appear on the street at any time."

Uesugi Cheng suddenly began to miss the long time ago when he was still working under Xindan. Occasionally, he would be dragged to eliminate some unknown sects, such as those idiots who openly worshipped the "worms of the world". Death was the best ending for them.

Therefore, his attitude towards the small sects all over Japan is still very good. Being sent to hell together is the best ending for them.

"Is that so? There is such a thing? I'll go back and ask Saya and see if I can find a chance to go and see. Has Japan become like this? I really don't understand."

Kujo Masamune scratched his hair in distress. The monsters and evil spirits all over the streets really bothered him. He even had to face all kinds of strange corpses from time to time. So he couldn't understand why some humans had to break the boundary between the living and the dead by themselves, just for their own desires?

"Would you like to come up and sit for a while?"

Uesugi Sumika asked, and Kujo Masamune was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse. After all, there was nothing he could do to help the Kujo family now. A person who had stayed in the United States for so long was not as familiar with the situation in Japan as his sister when he returned to Japan. It would be better to leave everything to his sister, and he would only be responsible for situations that required him to show up.

Arriving at Uesugi Sumire's house, Kujo Masamune took a look at the layout of the house. Compared with Uesugi Sumire's identity and ability, the house seemed a little too plain. If it weren't for the books and draft papers on the table, he would even think that Uesugi Sumire would not live in this place at all, but just used it as a space.

Uesugi Sumiya opened the box, and Kujo Masamune instantly felt a heat escaping. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, and at the same time sighed that the painting in Uesugi Sumiya's hand was indeed extraordinary. It had such majesty before it was even unfolded.

"Wait, this seal of yours is completely meaningless, right?"

Kujo Masamune looked at Uesugi Sumire casually putting a seal on the rolled-up drawing paper and was a little confused. This kind of thing could not possibly prevent the power of the painting from overflowing, and it was no different from deceiving oneself.

"Yes, it's a disclaimer. Anyway, I've already told them not to open this thing. If they insist on opening it, I don't know what will happen."

The will-o'-the-wisp on Uesugi Sumiya's shoulder nodded in agreement, and waved its flame threateningly at Kujo Masamune. This human actually wanted to seal himself in the painting.

The corner of Kujo Masamune's mouth twitched, but when he thought of the pile of cursed tools in his basement that still needed to be maintained or appeased from time to time, he felt that all this was normal.

"It's incredible, this kind of scene."

Kujo Masamune took another sip of tea and looked at the paintings on the wall. Each one seemed to be painted by the same person, but the techniques and styles of each painting seemed to be quite different. The only thing in common was that the painter had reached the pinnacle in controlling colors and could instantly draw the audience's attention to the picture.

"It's ok, wait a minute I'll take a call..."

Uesugi Cheng's cell phone rang again. For a moment he wondered whether he should clean up his address book. Why did it seem like so many people were calling him recently?

"Hey, brother, you took the painting away, right? If it wasn't you, I would have asked someone to look for it. Those people are getting really anxious, saying that the painting is missing."

There was a rare hint of helplessness in Uesugi Nobuyuki's words.

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Chapter 218: The Making of [Mountain Copper] and Kamishiro Ai.

When Uesugi Cheng heard this, his brain short-circuited slightly. Why did others get anxious when he took his paintings away?

"You don't think your painting is really worthless, do you? To be honest, I've heard that a collector has offered a high price. If you, the painter, were not still alive and your identity was a bit tricky for them, they might have come to negotiate with you a long time ago."

Uesugi Nobuyuki was speechless. He didn't know what his younger brother had painted that was so shocking, but he knew that this painting had already fascinated many art masters. Some of them even planned to go back to the sealed studio to take another look at it, completely ignoring the possible damage that the supernatural forces might cause to him.

"Then tell them that for the sake of their physical and mental health, this painting is in the personal collection of the artist and will not be displayed at the moment. And don't come to me anymore."

Uesugi Cheng sighed. He didn't expect that the commotion caused by finishing this painting would be more troublesome than the preparations before he painted it. If he had known earlier, he should not have followed the little vanity in his heart, but should have finished the painting alone in silence.

"I think they are unlikely to accept this statement. I will try my best. By the way... many people have asked me to ask if you have any intention of continuing to create recently."

"No, absolutely not. No matter what you say, it's all just a lie."

Uesugi Sumiko said this in a decisive manner. He was caught painting a picture of "Hell Transformation" by his immediate boss and was beaten half to death. If he continued to paint according to his inspiration and create some strange things, he might die when he returned to the noon world one day. For his own safety, it would be better to put it aside for now.

Uesugi Nobuyuki hung up the phone in confusion and looked back at the information on his computer. The office was large and impressive, but the work was still too tiring for him. During the last meeting, he wanted to throw the information in the faces of several people and start an unlimited fight with them. But now it is much better. Ever since Uesugi Cheng inexplicably started to move, he found that the resistance he faced seemed to be much smaller.

"Forget it. My dear little brother has his own considerations. There is no need for me to interfere... But why did these guys come to me? Next time, I will squeeze him reasonably and let him draw a cover or something."

Uesugi Nobuyuki looked at the contact list which was full of art professors and the like. Although it sounded like he was complaining, the smile he couldn't suppress made the secretary who was busy sorting out documents next to him shake her head.

Uesugi Sumiko naturally didn't know that his brother on the other end of the phone had already made clear arrangements for him. After hanging up the phone, he didn't care about the content of the call. As the author, he didn't transfer the ownership of the painting. How he wanted to deal with the painting was his own freedom and had nothing to do with anyone else.

"In that case, I won't stay here for long... I'll be asking for your continued care for the Kujo family in the days ahead."

Although Kujo Masamune was talking about you, Uesugi Sumiko knew that he was not talking about the Uesugi family, but the Indian companions who had shared life and death with him.

"There's no need to be so serious. Everyone will help if they can."

Uesugi Cheng waved his hand and stuffed some Solomon's preparation into Kujo Masamune. Of course, this was not free. He needed Kujo Masamune to bring some things over for him.

After returning to Silent Bookstore, Uesugi Sumiko saw Himegami Sakura helping him unpack the package. In fact, the money given to him by the Saint Rowan Trust was even in the bedside table of his room. After all, he basically did not ask other people to help him clean the room. He relied on the help of friends in the real world, so the money was naturally used by Uesugi Sumiko to place orders, such as some ham and some copper wire.

【Metal Wire (Copper)】: Stone Green Metal (2 Cast 1 Honey)

Of course, Uesugi Cheng did not buy these copper wires for the water pump underground. He had already dealt with the water pump on the upper level, and it was not time to put the water pump on the lower level into use. He bought this thing for only one reason: he wanted to try whether the formula brought to him by a certain skill could achieve the effect he wanted.

[Hongzhong and Bronzeware Lv.4]: The lingering sound from the hammer. (5 Castings 4 Domes)

[Hongzhong and bronzeware Lv.4] (5 casts) + [Metal wire (bronze) (2 casts)]

+ [Soul: Fortitude] (2 casts) + [Memory: Foresight] (2 casts) = 11 casts (Unlocks the recipe [Orichalcum])

After throwing these things along with the power of soul and memory into the foundry on the bottom floor of the castle, the copper wire almost instantly succumbed to the power of casting, allowing the heat to change its shape and properties.

"Quenching, refining, and recasting are all my expertise. I didn't expect that I would pick up these things when I came to Silent Bookstore."

Uesugi Cheng patted his brain, and the fragments of his memory as an immortal began to flood back. The identity and power of an immortal were indeed great, but it would be better if the fragments of his memories did not flood back while he was working.

[Orichalcum]: A metal whose properties change with the times, but in every era, it can be used to catalyze Azoth. (4 casts)

A small piece of metal was fished out of the forge by Uesugi Cheng. The previous method of obtaining this metal was to bleed a cast immortal. After the blood, which was nearly a thousand degrees high, cooled down, this metal would be obtained. Fortunately, with the progress of the times, the method of refining this metal has become less barbaric.

However, Uesugi Cheng didn't know what this metal could be used for now, just like he didn't know why the foundry gave him this knowledge. But it didn't matter, he would always find a use for this metal. If that didn't work, he could exchange it for ancient books at the auction house.

It was only during this time of forging metal that Uesugi Cheng looked up again, it was already night. He simply lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. The next day was his first time as a tutor, giving Baoyue Yexiao lessons.

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"So, this Kamishiro-san is being troubled by a spirit?"

Uesugi Sumire and Baoyue Yexiao sat on the same side, and on the opposite side sat Gendokawa Hotaru and the fashionable first-year high school girl, Kamishiro Ai, who he brought with him.

Of course, what impressed Uesugi Sumiko the most was probably Kamishiro Ai's eyes, which were as strange as Baoyue Yexiao's skull-shaped pupils, as if they were inlaid with stars, and the rich aura of spiritual energy on her body.

"Yes, so I would like to ask Yexiu-chan and Uesugi-kun for a favor."

Hotaru asked this, causing Uesugi Cheng to take another look at Kamishiro Ai.