“Since when did you take a liking to reading in the library?”
Mir’s focus was always so uniquely off the mark.
“Can’t I go to the library to pick up girls?!”
The moment those words were out, Sak earned everyone’s contempt.
“Never mind that for now—do you still remember what the ritual you saw in that book was for?”
Aisha was helpless with these guys, who couldn’t stay serious for more than five minutes, and yet she envied them for it too.
“I can’t recall the specifics…” Sak rubbed his chin, thinking for a bit.
“This ritual doesn’t seem to be a plain magic ritual.
I vaguely remember it mentioned something about a…
sacrifice.”
“A sacrifice?” Mir hooked an arm around Carlo’s neck and leaned in to his ear.
“This is supposed to be a semi-fantasy world, right? How’d the art style suddenly change on us?”
Carlo swatted his arm away.
“It’d be a real riot if a Great Old One showed up…”
“Do you still remember which book you saw it in?”
“Not really… after all, I read it back when I’d just come to this school—why are you all looking at me like that? When you first get to the academy, who doesn’t hope to run into a beautiful romance in the library?!”
Sak was starting to appreciate how Carlo had felt when his own dirty laundry got aired earlier.
“But…
if you put that book in front of me, I should be able to recognize it.”
“So we’ve got to go all the way back to the academy!” Mir stamped his foot in annoyance, cracking the ground right open.
“So why are we going through all this trouble~”
“Shut it! If it weren’t for you, I might’ve already found some pretty girl to go on a date with!”
Sak figured the one with the least right to complain here was this kid.
“Besides, if this ritual is a large-scale sacrificial ritual, that’d be a real riot…”
“Then let’s exchange communication coordinates first.” Aisha took out her communication crystal.
“It’s getting late. If you find anything, let me know… If it really is that kind of dangerous sacrificial ritual, I’m afraid it’s beyond what we can handle.”
Only now did everyone notice how late it had gotten.
Even though it was midsummer, the sun was already about to set; a spread of red evening glow spilled across the streets, lending the scene a desolate air.
“Ah! The sun’s almost down already? And I still haven’t even had lunch!”
The cat girl looked at Aisha resentfully—she’d come to file her report before lunch, only to be dragged along by these cops until now.
“Have some candy~”
“Huh? Thanks!”
Berti took the candy Mir handed her and tilted her head, puzzled.
“Then let’s head back for now. Today pretty much counts as a wasted day.” Mir worked his joints, which crackled and popped.
Xia Ye, though, didn’t see it that way.
Running into something this thrilling right after arriving in another world gave her a sense of anticipation about the life ahead.
Maybe this world wasn’t as dull as the modern one; most things here were fresh and new to her.
Maybe I’m the protagonist of some novel?
Xia Ye thought, then shook her head at herself, self-mocking.
“Let’s go, what are you standing around for?”
Mir walked over and snapped the distracted Xia Ye back to attention.
Already irritated, the black-haired girl instantly gathered mana and slapped Mir flat against the wall.
Sak and Carlo calmly peeled him off the wall.
“Let’s take a cab back. I don’t want to walk anymore.”
Mir figured the food he’d eaten at noon was pretty much used up from all the hauling; he’d have to stuff himself silly at dinner!
“Fine by me, I don’t want to walk anymore either.”
Carlo reached out and flagged down a cab—the same driver as before.
“Take us here.” Carlo took out a map, set it in front of the driver, and started directing him.
Ordinary people without mana couldn’t see Meichuxi Academy.
“Oh, right, that policewoman overpaid you earlier, didn’t she? Just take our fare out of that.”
Faced with Mir’s shameless exploitation, the driver was about to rise up in revolt—but the moment he saw the car door Mir had crumpled out of shape, he decisively chickened out.
On the road, no one discussed the day’s case either; after all, there was still the stranger of a driver present, so the whole ride stayed very quiet, broken only by the crunch of Mir chewing his candy.
It made the driver think he was carrying a car full of ghosts, so once everyone got out, he floored it and sped away at full “Deja Vu” speed.
“Well, this is where we part ways. I’m about to starve to death.” The cat girl said her goodbyes to the people she’d only met that day and dashed off toward the cafeteria. This chapter is updated first at novelping.com.
“Let’s go to the library. Vels should still be there right now.”
Xia Ye knitted her brow.
She couldn’t even read this world’s script yet, and there was no way she could help with this sort of thing, so she was about to head back on her own first.
Her intention, however, was seen right through by that blockhead Mir, who hooked an arm around her neck.
“Come along. Think of it as getting to know a future classmate.”
Xia Ye impatiently slapped away his grabby hand.
She had no idea why this guy loved hooking his arm around people’s necks so much—but she really had no reason to refuse what he’d said.
It was mealtime just then, and crowds of students were rushing toward the cafeteria.
At times like this, some students would use their size and strength to shove everyone else aside, much to the crowd’s annoyance.
Mir’s group was heading the opposite way from the other students, which made the going a bit difficult—luckily they had the blockhead Mir to clear a path, shoving aside anyone he saw pushing others.
The shoved students would start to flare up, but on seeing that it was a few pretty girls, they could only swallow their displeasure.
Watching Mir’s bullying, Xia Ye felt the corner of her eye twitch—especially when she saw the other two strolling along the path he cleared without the slightest qualm.
Thanks to the advantage of Mir clearing the way, the four of them soon reached their destination—the library.
This was the most heavily protected place in all of Meichuxi Academy, reinforced with layers of defensive spell formations, because to a Psi-Spirit user, magical knowledge was the most precious thing of all.
Here, a Psi-Spirit user’s Psi-Spirit Energy and mana would both be suppressed to the limit, and the books inside were absolutely not to be lent out.
The moment a book left this place, it would trigger the offensive spell formulas set within and blast the thief into less than dust.
That said, you could use a time-limited memory crystal to record some of the contents and take it back to read.
The academy wasn’t afraid of its knowledge leaking out, either—after all, books whose dangerous knowledge reached a certain threshold were all sealed away in the Seal Tower, and the magic used by Psi-Spirit users was mostly self-developed by combining basic magic with their own ability.
If they truly wanted to teach their personal magic to someone else, that was their own freedom.
After passing through the layer of magic array at the main gate, everyone entered the repository of knowledge accumulated and passed down by generations of Psi-Spirit users.