Chapter 643: Why Keep Pets In The Library?
Chapter 643: Why Keep Pets in the Library?
"So you're saying this is actually a snake with an intelligent program?" Cheyenne pinched herself hard. If it weren't for the sharp pain in her thigh, she would have seriously questioned whether she was living in a dream.
Before she could fully accept the reality before her, the snake's fangs were about to strike her face. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, dodging the potentially fatal attack by moving to the side. However, the bookshelf behind her suffered the consequences.
Bang!
Wood chips flew in the air as books tumbled down from the shelf, as if it had just experienced a rainstorm. The bookshelf was damaged, and the wooden ladder resting on it lost its support. It teetered precariously.
Cheyenne, standing on the ladder, was also in jeopardy. She anxiously gripped the ladder's handrail and, in a moment of quick thinking, kicked the adjacent bookshelf as the stairs were about to fall towards the ground. Finding a point of leverage, she used all her strength to support the falling ladder, turning it in mid-air.
Bang.
The ladder leaned at a 45-degree angle against another bookshelf, stabilizing itself. She had finally escaped a disaster.
However, she couldn't celebrate too soon, as the coiled golden snake began to shake, emitting a bright purple light that bathed the entire room in a faint purple hue. It was no longer just the snake's fangs; now the entire snake was transforming.
Cheyenne widened her eyes in astonishment, clasping her hands together and bowing apologetically to the dignified snake statue. "Sir... I apologize, did I disturb you?"
"Here's what we can do. You pretend you didn't see me, and I'll pretend I didn't see you."
"How about we mind our own business?"
However, the snake's response was a sweeping tail, indicating that there was no room for negotiation.
Cheyenne was displeased. Did she have to resort to her ultimate skill?
Her silver needles pierced the metallic snake, creating crisp and distinct sounds as they fell to the ground. Furthermore, Cheyenne noticed that the needles that had fallen had either snapped or bent... it pained her deeply.
These silver needles were a gift from Omari, all made of refined steel. They were so sharp that they could penetrate walls, yet they seemed utterly useless against this golden snake.
The snake opened its blood-filled mouth and lunged straight at her.
Ah!
A faint cry escaped from her red lips as Cheyenne instinctively closed her eyes and covered her head with her hands.
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A small metal box suddenly dropped out of the snake's mouth, landing perfectly in front of the bookshelf where Cheyenne stood. She widened her eyes in astonishment and looked up at the golden snake. The purple glow in its eyes disappeared.
Its three-meter-long body slowly retracted back into the shrine, coiling into the shape of an incense stick, just like before.
Motionless, as if nothing had happened.
Cheyenne was covered in sweat, and she thought with lingering fear, "If that snake hadn't stopped, perhaps my life would have ended here."
She let out a long sigh of relief.
Her gaze shifted to the black iron box on the bookshelf. Just as Cheyenne was about to reach out to grab it, it was snatched away by another hand wearing a white glove.
Cheyenne followed the hand with her eyes, and what came into view was a breathtakingly delicate and beautiful face.
The man was dressed in a white three-piece suit, with a delicate ruby brooch shining brilliantly on his chest, complementing his gentle and beautiful cheeks.
His eyes were elegant and noble, his nose straight, and his plump lips as seductive as a rose, with an elegant and composed smile playing at the corners. The man was smiling at her. He picked up the box with one hand and extended the other towards her, presenting it in front of her.
This seemed to be a friendly gesture.
The man seemed to convey the message of "Let me help you."
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NOW PLAY YOUR
FAVOURITE GAMES ON
However, Cheyenne didn't place her
be
hand in his palm because this face
was unfamiliar to her. She had
cautious about the sudden
now
friendliness from a stranger.
"Who are you?" Cheyenne's voice sounded cold and questioning.
The man froze for a second, then smirked, lifting the corners of his lips. His voice was equally pleasing.
"So, you really have lost your memories. You don't even remember me, Cheyenne..."
Cheyenne found herself utterly confused. She quickly sighed in her heart, "Not again, another old friend?"
What had she been doing these past three years?
How did she suddenly know so many strange people?
Master Sam felt her distant response, the confusion and contemplation in her eyes. It was clear that she had indeed lost her memories.
"Miss Lawrence, it seems
forgetfulness comes with having many acquaintances. We met in Akloit. I'm a friend of Mr. Foley's, and we even played billiards together."
"Oh, and then? Is that your reason for snatching my box?"
Cheyenne declined his help and descended the ladder on her own.
When she was about a meter away from the ground, she made a handsome leap, her black dress fluttering. She looked at him with a cold gaze.
"Snatching?" Sam belatedly realized what he had done wrong and quickly offered the box to Cheyenne with both hands, apologizing like a true gentleman. "Miss Lawrence, you've misunderstood. I simply saw that you dropped something, so I picked it up for you."
"Thank you then."
Cheyenne reached out and took the box, carefully examining it from all angles, weighing it curiously in her hand.
It was light and didn't have much weight.
"Miss Lawrence, do you know why the Loremaster got angry earlier?"
Upon hearing his question, Cheyenne looked up and shook her head, shaking her head. "I don't know. Are you saying that golden lump is called Loremaster?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Sam's
eyes, and he smiled in surprise. "It seems Miss Lawrence doesn't know. The golden lump you called is actually our country's national treasure, the Loremaster of the
els
Presidential Library. It has been
famous for over two hundred years."
Was it the same Loremaster mentioned by the President and the curator when she was at the entrance?
"So, you mean it's not an inanimate object, but a real creature!"
"Yes, it was originally a giant golden python. After two hundred years of cultivation, it has become a half-humanoid form."
"Oh my goodness!"
She thought it was a sculpture made of gold, but it turned out to be a real, living snake...
This was too bizarre. Why would they keep a pet like that in a library?