Chapter 73 Even after dying once, "his temper is still just as bad as before..."
If you look closely, you'll see that there are actually quite a few people hiding inside the library, including the young man who was sweeping the floor at the entrance earlier.
Perhaps because no new living people have reached the top of the Cloud Library for too many years, Reinhardt and his two companions, as newcomers, became the focus of everyone's attention.
Buster then noticed many people dressed in the same white clothes as the old man, either standing behind bookshelves or holding books in their hands, turning their heads to look at them.
There were also timid guys, like the one who dropped his broom and ran inside as soon as he saw them, now hiding under the desk, cautiously peering in their direction.
Their gazes were all fixed on Reinhardt, who was dressed as a noblewoman with her head slightly tilted back.
Buster, of course, noticed Reinhardt's subtle movement immediately. The short-tempered, petty, and sharp-tongued Storm Leader immediately reached out and gently stroked Reinhardt's side.
As if... oh, as if declaring his dominance, he lowered his head and moved closer to Reinhardt, making it clear that they had an intimate relationship.
His voice unconsciously lowered; his tone of voice when speaking to Reinhardt was completely different from his usual persona.
"What did you see?"
The pressure was so intense that Celine felt her scalp tingle.
Reinhardt's hat was a bit too big, and he felt some resistance on Buster's side. The beautiful god raised his hand, which was covered by a lace glove, and pinched the other side of the brim, pressing it down gently.
To give Buster space, even without eye contact, he obediently turned his head to face Buster.
The curls of her hair trembled on her chest, and Reinhardt replied gently, "That voice is calling me over."
Buster frowned, about to say something. Suddenly, the short, white-robed old man before him changed his expression, his beard trembling as he exclaimed in astonishment, "You are perhaps Lord Reinhard? The only remaining son of God in this world!"
Isn't the cloud library supposed to be isolated from the world? It doesn't sound like it's that out of touch with reality.
Buster thought this, but his body acted before his mind, half-standing in front of Reinhardt. His cold, expressionless face looked at the old man like a guard dog on high alert.
The old man paid no attention to his guard, focusing all his attention on the beautiful deity.
With his hands clasped to his chest, he bowed his head respectfully and said, "Revered Son of God, our Lord has been waiting for you."
The Storm Leader immediately recalled the experience Reinhardt had described before they went up the mountain. He frowned and turned to look at the handsome fellow in his arms, who nodded to him, indicating that he didn't need to worry.
Then, Reinhardt 'looked' at the old man.
"Please lead the way."
“I’ll go with you,” Buster immediately suggested.
In this completely unfamiliar territory, the Storm Leader was worried that these people might do something bad to Reinhardt.
The beautiful princess, wearing a noblewoman's lace hat, shook her head.
"I could sense that the other party meant no harm."
And he believed that even if he were truly in danger, Buster would surely come to his side as long as he called out Storm's name.
Seeing Reinhardt's composure and determination, the Storm Leader had no choice but to sigh, let go of Reinhardt's hand, and let him go to see the elusive fellow on his own.
The old man straightened his clothes slightly, glanced at Buster with some annoyance, and then walked ahead of Reinhardt, leading him to the back of the bookshelf.
Even the shortest separation is agonizing for a couple deeply in love, let alone for someone with the fiery temper of the Storm Leader. Just watching Reinhardt's figure disappear from his sight was unbearable for him.
Celine could clearly sense that her leader was developing separation anxiety, but unfortunately, she was powerless to help and her mind was too distracted by the books in front of her.
She looked around for a moment, then walked over to one of the young men holding a book.
"Hello, may I borrow some books here?"
“You can’t borrow them. Most of the books here are rare and old.” The young man in white refused Celine’s request, but offered some lenient conditions, saying, “You can look at them here, and you can even copy them. But you can’t use electronic devices to take pictures; your flash will damage them.”
Celine was overjoyed.
She didn't expect to be able to take it with her; just being able to look through it was already the best news she could ask for.
On the other side, Reinhardt left with the old man, and soon they arrived at the entrance of a winding staircase.
"Watch your step, there are about three more steps ahead and then the steps leading uphill," the old man kindly advised.
Reinhardt's skirt was a bit long, but not long enough to prevent him from moving. He nodded politely to the old man to express his gratitude, then lifted his skirt, groped his way along the stairwell wall, and slowly followed the old man up the steps.
Reinhardt had expected this to be a physically demanding and lengthy climb. But to his surprise, when he lifted his high-heeled foot and stepped onto the first step, he entered another void.
The stairwell and the old man had vanished completely. The cramped walls on both sides also disappeared in an instant.
He seemed to be standing in a void, the ground beneath his feet becoming empty, and surrounding him was a vast sea of stars, shimmering with brilliant colors.
Reinhardt was somewhat taken aback, surprised that he could actually see colors.
"Long time no see, my friend."
The familiar voice rang out again, solemn and melodious, very similar to the feeling Reinhard had when he heard the female deity underground. The only difference was that the source of the voice was no longer Reinhard, but much closer, as if it were coming directly from beside his ear.
"No, I should call you Reinhardt now..."
Reinhardt, whose emotions were less intense than those of the average person, also maintained a similarly shallow level of fear of the unknown.
He didn't react much, he just loosened his skirt and stood there without wavering.
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not your friend,” Reinhardt stated calmly, stating the facts as he knew them. “I was born twenty-one years ago and do not know you.”
The voice laughed: "You are still as beautiful as before, even after dying once, you haven't changed a bit."
Reinhardt: "..."
It's amazing that, besides Buster, there's someone else who could make him want to turn around and leave.
He was still patient after all, and didn't actually turn around and leave. Reinhardt released her hand from the hem of her skirt, straightened her posture, and said calmly, like an elegant noblewoman, "Your words contained a lot of leading information, as if you wanted me to ask questions. But I think that being straightforward and open will improve the efficiency of our communication."
"..." The speaker seemed to choke for a moment before continuing, "His temper is just as bad as before, making people unhappy."
As if she had been corrupted by the Storm Leader, the beautiful blonde god surprisingly replied, "It's my pleasure."
"...Heh." A distinct silence filled the air, and the guy who called himself an old friend finally chuckled after a long while, "You're getting more and more like a human being as you get older."
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Author's Note: Madonna: Yay! Reinhardt's got a knack for teasing!
Buster (proudly): Two more kisses, and my lips will be even more powerful!
Victoria: ...You're just trying to squeeze every opportunity for your own benefit! Shameless!
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