Chapter 80 The Way We Came: A Race Immersed in Books...
Celine, engrossed in her book, was brought back to reality by a commotion. She raised an eyebrow and heard the curator's slightly aged voice, tinged with obvious anger.
"No! You are not allowed to go in!"
It sounds like they're having some kind of argument.
She closed the book she was almost finished reading, stepped out of the cubicle, and sure enough, saw her leader, who was as tall as a wild lion, heading towards the second floor.
The elderly curator, with his white hair, looked as short as a ball in front of him. Despite his efforts to stop him, he was still pushed forward by the other's advancing steps.
It looks more like a ball now.
The scene was a bit hellish, and Celine couldn't help but go out to stop it.
"what happen?"
Under normal circumstances, the Storm Leader will at least have time to say something cheeky.
Or they might just send an emoji.
Seeing his expressionless face and his complete disregard for her, Celine immediately understood the seriousness of the situation.
The curator, furious at being completely ignored, shouted, "Stop your rudeness! My lord will not see you!"
Buster, who had been expressionless, finally reacted, but only by lowering his pupils and keeping a cold expression.
That expression...
The leader was tempted to kill.
There's no reason for this? Celine was alarmed.
Although their leader has a violent temper, he would never harm innocent people. Could there be something wrong with this cloud library?
What kind of cult headquarters is this?
Thinking this, Celine's expression changed slightly, and she became more vigilant.
Just then, she caught a glimpse of the blonde beauty out of the corner of her eye.
Several days later, Reinhardt had shed the Black Widow's glamorous gown. Now he wore a pristine white robe with long sleeves, a fluffy white cloak draped over his shoulders, his long, wavy hair loosely draped over his shoulders, and long white ribbons wrapped around his eyes.
Fine rain was still falling outside, but he stood by the door, like a ray of golden sunlight piercing through the dark clouds, warmly illuminating that small patch of earth.
Beside him was an umbrella soaked with rainwater, which the Storm Leader must have temporarily placed there after carrying it along the way.
Celine glanced at the leader who was still playing football, thought for a moment, and then slowly walked over to Reinhardt's side.
The beautiful son of the gods smelled Celine's unique fragrance, and as if he could see her, he turned his head as she approached and gave her a faint smile.
Celine was stunned by the beauty of his smile, wondering if she was hallucinating and seeing wood blooming.
It's a subtle feeling; Reinhardt now seems more like a "person."
Gentle, warm, and flowing with vibrant blood.
His complexion was visibly rosy, and his lips were slightly swollen, glossy, and radiantly sexy.
Her neck was completely wrapped in a fluffy shawl, but the neckline seemed to have a hint of crimson.
Compared to his previous beauty and cuteness, Reinhardt now possessed a touch of sensuality. Celine had a strange feeling of being marked; she sensed that his scent and the Storm Leader's were completely intertwined, always subtly exuding an ambiguous aura.
Celine wasn't the only one who thought this way; many people hiding in other corners of the library couldn't help but peek out to watch him.
Celine immediately understood why Reinhardt had changed. She secretly rolled her eyes inwardly, disgusted by her leader's lecherous behavior.
She maintained her composure and was about to ask what had happened when the leader caused another problem.
"You rude barbarian! How dare you be so disrespectful! Get out of here! The Cloud Library does not welcome you!" The old librarian was helpless against Buster's rudeness and could only verbally rebuke him.
Buster also lived up to his bandit style, climbing the ladder at the drop of a hat.
The old curator seemed to want to say something more, but suddenly his expression changed, as if he had heard a divine message, and his expression became very complicated.
He stopped scolding after a brief hesitation, but his expression became even more dissatisfied.
In the end, he moved aside.
“Go up.” The old curator frowned, but had no choice but to comply. “My Lord allows you to approach.”
Buster gave him a cold look and walked on indifferently.
As she watched the leader's figure disappear behind the stairs, Celine lowered her voice and approached Reinhardt.
What's wrong with him?
Currently, only Reinhardt can keep the leader, this wild dog, in check. To understand his actions, one can only ask Reinhardt.
A gust of wind swept in from behind Reinhardt, lifting his cloak and ruffling his long, curly hair. Reinhardt didn't answer directly, but turned and walked towards the door.
Celine guessed that he wanted to have a private conversation, so she picked up her umbrella and followed Reinhardt outside.
The light rain and strong wind outside invigorated him, and Celine tilted the umbrella slightly to shield him from the rain.
Having made a start, repeating it a few more times wouldn't be a problem. Reinhardt stopped and, without giving Celine any time to prepare, simply repeated to Celine what he had once said to Buster.
The latter stood there stunned, unable to react for a long time.
“You…” She finally understood why the leader had that look on his face as if his wife had died. She was speechless for a moment and didn’t even know how to react.
Her mind was a mess, but Reinhardt remained calm.
“I’ve discussed it with Buster. He’ll take me to the southern islands next, where there are landscapes I’ve never seen before. Before that, we’ll go back to the ship and tell Madonna and Victoria about it.”
"If we're lucky, we might see each other again," Reinhardt said.
He spoke so casually, as if he were on vacation, completely unconcerned about how much time was left.
Celine's mind was in a mess, and her voice was stuck in her throat. It took her a long time to finally utter a sentence.
"I'll go with you!"
Reinhardt shook his head and rejected the offer.
"The opportunity to reach the top of the cloud library is rare, please don't let me disrupt your plans."
Her throat tightened with a bitter taste, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Nothing is more important than you!"
Reinhardt was clearly moved, and the faint smile on his face deepened.
“Thank you, Celine.” He seemed genuinely happy. “I’m glad to hear you say that, but I hope you can stay and finish reading the book you want.”
"I admire your persistence, your personality, and the way you walk towards your goals."
“I don’t have much time left, but I should be able to hold on until the day you come back. Don’t waste this opportunity because of me, and don’t stop moving forward, or I will blame myself.”
As he was speaking, Buster ended his conversation with the god and walked out with a dark expression.
Braving the heavy rain, his face was gloomy and pale. He stood silently beside Reinhardt with his head down, looking like a drowning dog, utterly disheveled.
Celine then suddenly realized that this was a dead end that even the Storm Leader couldn't overcome.
Reinhardt had anticipated what answer Buster would receive, so he appeared more composed than the two men.
"Keep things as they are. I'm not going to die anytime soon, so don't worry or be sad."
Celine gritted her teeth and listened to him say, "If there's a chance, perhaps we can meet again."
Buster took a deep breath.
He silently erected the barrier, shook his head to dry himself off the rain, then picked up Reinhardt and walked towards the steps they had come from.
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Author's Note: Reinhardt: His heart remained completely unmoved.
Celine: [Poor][Poor]
Buster: [Angry][Angry][Angry][Angry]
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