Inside the circular library.
"All of us have seen your performance. Your heart of repentance is very sincere. The next time we see Young Master Dickson, we will collectively plead on your behalf." The old keeper, who always liked to bow, stroked his long white beard as he patted Cell's shoulder.
The other scholars nodded in agreement at the old keeper's words. Cell had been in the library recently, helping them organize documents and compile the history of Beginnings City. They were very satisfied with Cell's performance.
Moreover, if they were the ones to compose the story of a prodigal son turning over a new leaf, there would be stories written in books and even dramas passed down.
It would also be a great boost to their reputation.
Therefore, they were very happy to see Cell repenting. They were even more eager than Cell himself.
Everyone's affirmation made Cell gratefully say, "Thank you, everyone. Young master Thyssen is actually very good to me. He said it was a punishment, but in fact, it was to let me reflect on myself. I am also very grateful to young master Thyssen. "
After Cell finished speaking, the scholars all expressed their appreciation, "You can understand young master Thyssen's painstaking efforts and reflect on yourself. This has already shown your repentance. I believe young master Thyssen will also understand you. "
Cell nodded gratefully.
However, when he lowered his eyebrows, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes. This group of pedantic scholars were indeed not very smart. However, this was good. If he couldn't persuade Thyssen, this group of people might be able to.
Even if Thyssen still didn't let him go, he could still make them leave. At that time, he might even be able to drive a wedge between them.
Thinking of this, Cell sneered when no one was looking.
"Your eyes change so quickly, as if you're acting. Are you an actor?" Suddenly, a young girl's voice sounded beside him.
"Who is it?" Cell shivered and looked up. He saw a little girl in red squatting on the ground, innocently holding her head and looking at him.
Cell knew this girl in red. Her name was Sunny, and she had been coming to the library often recently. She seemed to be Jon's student, learning to sing at the Ocean Theater.
"Cell, what are you talking about?" The old keeper who had praised him before was originally busy organizing documents. Hearing Cell's exclamation, he looked over in confusion.
Cell hurriedly waved his hand, "No, nothing, I'm just playing with Sunny."
After Cell finished speaking, he turned around to show Sunny his "goodwill", but when he turned around, he didn't see her. He looked around and finally found Sunny beside Jon.
Sunny was smiling at him, but there was a trace of mockery in her smile. Chown was also looking at him. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes were full of meaning.
Cell didn't dare to look into Jon's eyes. In the entire library, he was most afraid of Jon. Cell didn't know why, but he always felt that Jon's eyes could see through everything. Every time he looked into Jon's eyes, Cell felt as if all the secrets in his heart were exposed to the sun, making him feel uncomfortable with nowhere to hide.
Cell avoided Jon's gaze and thought to himself, Has Jon found out what I'm thinking?
Even if he was discovered, it shouldn't matter. . This Jon didn't seem to be a priest
Cell rejoiced and continued to organize the repetitive and boring information in his hands. Time passed in the blink of an eye. When the sky outside darkened and the light of the moon and stars shone through the window, the scholars went home to rest.
Jon and Sunny were the last to leave. Before Sunny left, she waved at Cell. "Brother, you're a good actor. See you tomorrow."
The innocent tone that came out of Sunny's mouth carried a hint of evil. Cell only felt a chill run down his back. He didn't feel this way even when facing the monster in his body.
Cell's face was gloomy as he watched Sunny leave. Only when her figure disappeared did Cell dare to whisper to himself, "This damn kid …"
Not long after they left. Footsteps could be heard in the corridor outside.
Cell knew that the footsteps were from the guards.
He wasn't allowed to leave the library. During the day, he accompanied the old keeper to organize documents. At night, the guards would take him back to the cell.
The cell he lived in was actually like a prison. There was only one bed. It was narrow and cramped, with no windows. The only ventilation hole was the palm-sized hole in the iron door.
Cell hated the cell very much. In order to leave the cell, he made a promise to Tissen that he wouldn't reveal what he did during this period of time. Only then did he get the chance to accompany the old keeper to organize documents.
"I just need to endure a little longer. After I've completely instigated the group of bookworms, I'll have a chance to leave here." Cell's eyes flashed. He waited for the guards to come in and take him back to the cell.
Creak —
The door was pushed open.
The two guards who walked in were indeed the ones he was familiar with. Cell immediately put on a fawning smile and greeted them as usual.
In the past, the guards might not be so friendly, but they would at least nod at Cell's smile. But today was a little strange. The two guards' faces were stiff and serious. They didn't even move the corners of their mouths, let alone nod.
While Cell was in doubt, two people walked out from behind the guards.
With the soft moonlight spilling in, Cell saw their faces clearly.
"Ah, esteemed master of the new world, and Young Master Tissen." Cell bowed respectfully.
It was none other than Angor and Freud.
Cell was a little nervous. He didn't know why they were here. He had heard a rumor that Sunny seemed to have a close relationship with Young Master Dickson … Could it be that the damned child had told them about it after he left?
What should he do if he was really exposed? Cell's mind raced as he tried to come up with a solution.
However, the various methods that Cell thought of to deal with it did not come in handy in the end. Before Angor and Freud could say anything, he was grabbed and blindfolded by the guards.
Cell felt like he was being taken out of the library. He didn't know where he was going. He repeatedly asked and begged for mercy, but he received no response.
Other than feeling the immense force of the guards clamping down on his shoulders, his world was pitch black.
In the end, he couldn't even feel the pressure from the guards.
"Huh? No one's holding me down? "Cell moved a little and felt his hands were free. Joy flashed across his face, and he quickly reached out to pull down the cloth covering his eyes.
As soon as the blindfold was removed, Cell saw Freud's figure. But in the next second, he felt like he was falling from a tall building into a bottomless abyss.
"Could it be that I was brought to the top of the Firmament Tower and then pushed down?" Cell panicked, and at the same time, his vision became chaotic darkness again.
When the feeling of weightlessness was gone, Cell slowly regained his senses.
I don't feel any pain? Am I not dead?
While Cell was pondering in his heart, a strange fragrance drifted into his nose.
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