"They're either doing practical research or attending a dance party. Why don't you go, Garon?" Alexander lifted his head from the thick stack of documents and asked in a dry voice.
"I've finished the practical research long ago. I'm not interested in the dance party. You, on the other hand, can you do it? Do you need my help? "Garon put down his coffee cup and asked with concern.
"It's okay. I'll be done soon." This was the fourth time Alexander said this today.
Beep beep beep …
Garon's phone rang and interrupted Alexander's words. He smiled at Garon and continued working hard.
"Hello?"
It was an unknown number. Garon picked up the call.
"Garon? I'm Serena. "
"Senior Sister? What's the matter? " Garon lay on the right side of the recliner to make himself more comfortable and let the sun shine on the left side of his body.
"I'm calling you from the club's public phone. Are you … free this afternoon? "Serena hesitated.
"Not really. I've been quite free recently." Alexander looked at him sadly from the other side.
"You know what? Ever since you showed off your power in the club, they've been calling you the Golden Lion Garon. Isn't the Golden Lion cool? Many people say that when you fight, your hair will fly like a lion's mane. You're fierce and violent. "Serena laughed.
"It's cool indeed. But the club is really boring. Those people are so weak." Garon did not hold back as he scratched the itchy part of his face.
There was a faint creaking sound from the other side of the phone as she clenched her fist. Perhaps Serena had switched the phone to speaker mode …
Garon's lips curled. Teasing these little fellas was a part of his life.
"One of them can't beat you, but a few of them can come at you together." Serena said coquettishly. She was acting coquettishly in a tone that even she herself could not believe. "Just come for a while. I'll give you a mysterious reward when the time comes."
Serena had already planned to trick Garon into joining the club first. This fella was too arrogant. Arrogant beyond belief. Serena could even hear the sound of her teeth chattering as she spoke coquettishly.
Even her father had never acted like a spoiled child before!
"Alright, alright. I'll come over after dinner at 6 pm. Senior Sister, you're so cute, haha … "Garon laughed and hung up the phone.
It was a good idea to make a trip there. The girl with amazing intuition last time was also a good seed. He hadn't gotten her name yet.
Garon rubbed his chin and looked at the Slaughtering Hand's status. This demonic art was not ordinary.
It wasn't that powerful on its own, but it could absorb vitality and accumulate it to a terrifying degree. The eruption was equivalent to the eruption of the vitality of hundreds of people.
'But I haven't accumulated much life force yet …' Garon thought for a while. He took out his phone and sent a message to Baldy and the others. Gather information on non-human beings.
Now that Baldy and the others had entered the top mercenary circle, they more or less knew some information about the vampire witches. They also had their own channels.
He had yet to fully unleash the full power of this demonic technique.
It was just that when he was practicing, he realized that under the amplification of the soul seed, the demonic technique's power had become abnormally terrifying.
"Although I don't know if it's a Living Secret Technique, I can already tell that it's not a Dead Secret Technique … Interesting." Garon thoroughly checked the status of the Secret Technique column. Then, he got up and went back to his bedroom to change his clothes.
She piled her change of clothes together and threw them in a bucket to carry.
"You want to go to the laundry? Bring me a set! "Alexander immediately raised his head and said hurriedly.
"Sure."
Garen carried the two buckets of clothes and walked out of the door. He walked down the corridor of the dormitory floor by floor.
Most of the new students had gone out for activities. The dorm was quiet, and only footsteps could be heard from a few rooms.
The white dorm building seemed a little empty.
Dong … Dong …
The bell on the steeple in the distance rang.
Garon carried the buckets out of the dorm building and turned right along the lawn. There was a small row of shops in front of him, standing alone in the middle of the lawn. A few students walked in and out from time to time carrying clothes.
This was a laundry shop. Although there were washing machines on every floor of the dorm building, the equipment was unfortunately older. Perhaps after waiting for more than half an hour, he would only end up with a pile of wet semi-finished products. Plus, some of the clothes could not be washed with the washing machine.
It was hard for him to buy things like softeners and brighteners, so he just took them out and washed them in the shop.
The students who lived in the dorm were either paid for by the school or came from well-off families, so they did not care about this little bit of money.
There was a simple bulletin board on the side wall of the laundry shop. Garon walked over and stood beside a few students to take a look.
On it was information about renting outside of the school. Some of the numbers on the bulletin board were already torn, so it was obvious that someone had rented it. Renting outside of the school was cheaper than renting inside the school. However, it was more troublesome because of the safety and the distance.
The further the distance, the cheaper the rental price. However, if it was further away from the school, then naturally, all kinds of trouble would arise.
After casually looking at the price on the bulletin board, Garon turned around and looked at the time on his phone. It was 1: 32.
"It's still early. I don't have classes this afternoon, so I can walk around."
Garon started to walk around the dorm building as soon as he thought of it.
There was a district around the dorm building, which was filled with student dormitories. Then, after passing through a row of shops on the right, there was the student apartment building. The price was much more expensive than the dorm, and it was also where many graduate students lived.
After that, there was the teacher's residential area. There was a school bus waiting area, and the bus was on time every hour.
Garon walked around the school along the driveway. Along the way, he could see students and teachers standing in front of the bus stop in twos and threes waiting for the bus.
It was noon, and the sun was getting hotter and hotter. Some people were holding things like ice cream and popsicles in their hands, or various kinds of homemade drinks.
Most of the students were in a hurry, but there were also people like Garon who were leisurely walking around the school in slippers and pajamas.
When he walked to the edge of the steeple clock tower, there was a group of people setting up camera stands and cameras. It seemed like they were taking wedding photos, but it also seemed like they were shooting a TV drama. The director on the side was shouting loudly, asking the passing students to pay attention to the camera. The two newlyweds would split up for a drink after a while.
After standing on the side and watching for a while, Garon continued to walk along the school road.
When he passed by a large white church-like building, there was a bulletin board at the entrance: Professor Niconia's lecture is about to begin — Our Lives. 3: 00 pm — Drama Theater Play: Black Velvet.
There were already students walking into the church, chatting and laughing. A student couple was quarreling on the side, but as they quarreled, they hugged each other excitedly. Some of the students passing by whistled. Even with the openness of the university, it took a lot of courage to openly show passion in front of a professor's lecture.
Garon was very interested in watching from the side for a while before leaving.
After passing by a small mangrove forest, there were a few tea bars and cafes with dark brown walls. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, he could see the students sitting inside chatting happily. Some of them were excitedly gesturing, but he didn't know what they were doing.
A group of young people wearing helmets on their bicycles passed by Garon. They even had earplugs in their ears.
"Go, go, go!!!"
The leading young man let go of the front of the bicycle and shouted.
It was against the school rules to openly ride fast in the school, but obviously this group of young people didn't care.
Garon and a few passing students let the motorcade pass, and only when the group of people left their sight did they continue to walk.
Gullivier's campus was a very old school. It was said that the school had a history of more than a thousand years. The school had experienced many fires and was rebuilt many times. It had a history longer than the founding of the United States.
Garon admired the clean and natural scenery of the school. Unknowingly, he followed the school path out of his own dormitory and passed through a white and red arched stone door. In front of him was a horizontal white road. On the left was the library area, and on the right was an upward slope. The road sign on the side of the road said that it was the Rare Animal Sanatorium.
Garon thought for a while and turned left. He followed the sparse flow of people and walked towards the library area.
After a while, a dark red building that was more than thirty meters tall appeared in front of him. It looked like a turtle lying on the ground. The entrance of the library was on the side of the 'turtle', and a simple cobblestone path connected the entrance and the road.
There were also cobblestone paths on both sides of the library. Some of them led to the back of the library, and some went around and around, extending into the distance.
Garon stopped when he was about a hundred meters away from the library. He looked at the signs on the side of the road.
'Library 13-17, to the right.'
'Library 18-22, to the left.'
'Library 4, go straight.'
There were three directional signs with arrows pointing to the directions.
Below them was a white stone carving model that looked like a book page. The introduction of the Gullivier Library was written on it.
The Gullivier Library had a total of twenty-two libraries. It had the largest collection of books in the entire United States. It was also connected to the Nottingham City Library's network, and could be accessed from the library at any time.
At the back were the dates of the library's establishment, the years it had existed, and some famous people's stories, such as what happened in the library in the past.
Garon did not enter the library after glancing through it out of boredom. Instead, he walked through the lawns and small roads between the libraries. The libraries were densely packed like dark red stones that were embedded in the green ground. They were scattered all over the vast area.
Librarians could be seen pushing books around in most of the areas between the libraries. They were the management staff of each library. They were responsible for returning different books to each library. At the same time, they were responsible for taking the books that the students needed from each library and sending them to the conveyor belt.
Other than Garon, there were also some international students running around in the lawns between the libraries. Some of them held up their cameras to take pictures, and some of them posed happily.
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