The book that was supposed to fade away slowly started to shake violently when Gluttony jumped on it, as if it had run into its predator.
The speed at which the book disappeared was more than twice as fast.
However, it was still too slow for Gluttony, who could burst out with 300% speed in front of food.
Gluttony grabbed the half-gone book and shook his hand, revealing the half-gone book in front of Kieran.
Then?
Gluttony opened his mouth wide and stuffed the whole book into his mouth like he was chewing beef. After chewing a few times, he swallowed it.
"T-Delicious!"
Gluttony stuttered as he expressed his most direct feeling to Kieran.
"Do you remember the taste?"
Kieran asked with a smile.
"Yes!"
Gluttony nodded.
"Can you find it?"
Kieran was still smiling.
"Yes!"
Gluttony nodded again.
"Then, what are you waiting for?
I allow you to eat anything that tastes the same as the one before sunrise, no matter what it is. "
Kieran said calmly.
Before Kieran could finish, Gluttony vanished into thin air.
When Gluttony vanished, Kieran's eyes showed a sense of coldness.
Especially when he called Luphus over for questioning and found out that there was only one book about Gods in the entire book collection room, "Analysis of Naveya Temple Development", the coldness in his eyes grew even stronger.
No doubt, this was a trap specifically targeted at him.
In the whole of Gordor, who knew he would enter the book collection room about Gods?
The answer was self-explanatory.
Other than the God of Knowledge who just appeared, Kieran couldn't think of any other possibilities.
Although Kieran was always vigilant against unfamiliar existences, Kieran wouldn't simply kill the innocent, but what if the God of Knowledge showed hostility?
Kill!
It was Kieran's principle.
"Your Majesty, are you trying to find more records about Gods?"
Luphus, who hadn't left yet, asked carefully.
Even though Kieran was still as calm as ever, the wise man clearly discovered that there was something different about Kieran.
But he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
"Yes."
Kieran nodded and looked at him. His meaning couldn't be more obvious.
"I know some records about the gods."
"But I can't guarantee its authenticity."
"And because of this, they can't appear here — because many people think that those are absurd things."
"If you need it, I'll have someone bring it to you."
Luphus replied immediately.
"Let's move here."
Kieran ordered.
"Alright."
Luphus said immediately.
…
"Do you think what you know is the truth?"
"You're just blinded by a leaf!"
An old scholar slammed the table in front of him. The scrawny old man was obviously enraged. This time, not only did the cups on the table jump up, but his palm also turned red.
Pain spread across his palm, but the old scholar didn't care about the pain.
However, the other party did not care about the pain at all. Instead, he walked around the table and grabbed the neck of an old man who was just as old as him.
The other old man on the other side of the table didn't back down either. He swung his fist at the old scholar.
"I just have my own unique views!
And you are just jealous of my talent!
You have been like this since you were young! "
The old man roared as he charged towards his old friend and began to fight with him.
Their friends around them tried to dissuade them.
All of them had bitter smiles on their faces.
God knows how many times they had witnessed such a scene.
Although it was a mess every time, making one feel helpless, it wouldn't be long before it happened again.
Stubborn.
It was almost every scholar's strength and also their weakness.
Of course, none of them thought it was a weakness.
Sometimes, they were even proud of it.
On a bookshelf in the corner that none of them noticed, a seemingly normal book was wriggling slowly, as if it was absorbing something.
But at the next moment, the wriggling stopped abruptly.
A strong hand grabbed the book from the shadows and stuffed it into its mouth.
Amid the chewing noises, the 'power' that shrouded the whole room swiftly dispersed.
Bang!
The bookshelf that stored the book was smashed to pieces as if it suffered a heavy blow. The loud noise stopped the two old scholars from arguing.
"Hmph!
I'll go clean up the books! "
The first old scholar grunted coldly.
"Don't think you are the only one who loves books!
Me too! "
The other old scholar said without showing any weakness.
The people around them tacitly stood in front of the two of them. They had already expected another dispute to break out, but to their surprise, the two old men didn't continue to argue. Instead, they began to pack up the books in the truest sense of the word.
They worked together.
Although they couldn't help but stare at each other during the process, they didn't start a fight.
"What a lucky bookshelf!"
The scholars around them praised one after another before they started to help.
After all, the two old scholars were no longer at the age where they could do manual labor.
Only the young cared about manual labor.
Even more so at night.
A figure moved behind the bed curtain. A young man in pajamas ran to the study table in the bedroom barefooted. He was flipping through a book with a pink cover.
"The posture isn't right.
But how can a normal person achieve that posture … "
"My dear, come quick!"
The sweet voice made the young man give up on his thoughts. He glanced over the book and wanted to change his posture for another round.
There were so many different postures, there must be one that suited him.
Such as …
The pink cover book wriggled again amidst the claps and squeaks, but it was swallowed by a big mouth. This time, the young man didn't even chew before he swallowed the book.
One book, two books, three books …
The extremely special book quickly disappeared.
Each time a book disappeared, the translucent figure in a hidden spot in the manor would tremble.
As if the flesh on his body was being torn away, he let out a painful groan.
However, it didn't stop him.
He then placed the books into his bag.
That's right, the God of Knowledge wanted to run away.
He had never seen someone like Kieran before.
He was calm, vigilant, yet rude and ruthless.
More importantly, he was unreasonable.
He knew if he appeared in front of the monster to explain himself, he would be swallowed by the monster. Other than that, there was no other possibility.
But at the same time, he knew if he didn't give the monster a satisfactory explanation, the monster would hunt him down.
Therefore, the God of Knowledge took out a piece of paper and started to write.
After he finished, he sensed the monster was getting closer, so he carried his bag and vanished.
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