Qin Wei had no choice but to give up his plan to catch rats, and stretched out his hand to expel the untimely white rat that appeared, but something happened to him that made him dumbfounded.

The white rat actually shook its head at him when he raised his hand high, its little head swaying from side to side to drive its body to rotate together, allowing Qin Wei to accurately comprehend the meaning.

Rub it~ The rat actually shook his head!? Have you already eaten the book and become a master!? Then we have to re-evaluate whether we want to capture it alive!

Qin Wei's mind changed again, but before he could take the next step, the white mouse seemed to see the excitement in his eyes, and slipped into the curator's collar.

Under the gaze of Qin Wei's face that changed instantly, he climbed up and down in it, and it didn't take a few seconds to make the sleeping curator sneer and itch to wake up.

"Ha~huh~huh~" A pair of half-open and slightly cloudy eyes aimed at Qin Lao, who was still in dementia and horror, "Hmm, come and read the book, go up." ”

Qin Wei didn't move like a statue.

"Huh, is there anything else you can do?"

Actually asked me if there was anything wrong, you have a mouse crawling on your body, are you awakened by an itch, can't you feel it!? Is it true that a 90-year-old man has become so weak in his senses? I don't want to live so old in the future, it's too painful.

In the humanitarian spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, Qin Wei said calmly in a tone that would not frighten the old man as much as possible, "That, please don't move, don't panic, there is a white mouse in your clothes now, I will help you get it out." ”

As he spoke, he was about to step forward to help others, but the curator stretched out his hand to stop him approaching, "Hah! You mean forty-two? It's not your average white mouse!"

The curator stretched out his hand and spread it out, and the protagonist of the "accident" came out of the sleeve of the polymath, and then swaggered to the center of the palm, it twitched its beard and looked at Qin Lao and even blinked his eyes, Qin Lao could clearly feel that the white mouse was a little complacent.

"Is this really a mouse!? It, is it wise!?"

Qin Wei even trembled a little when he spoke because of his surprise, but his reaction also made the curator feel a lot more energetic, his yellowish eyes finally opened completely, and then quickly swept Qin Lao's face twice, and muttered, "New face, new apprentice, no wonder I don't know." ”

The polymath stretched out the white mouse to Qin Lao's side and motioned for him to reach out and catch it, the latter did so without much thought in surprise, and the white mouse crawled over without any fear, and then propped up the upper body and stood upright between Qin Lao's palms with only its hind limbs, and the action image was extremely anthropomorphic.

"Then I'll give you a good explanation of this forty-two, so that you don't get me wrong," said the polymath with a little pride, "but it's my assistant, the deputy director of this library!"

"Hiss~" Qin Wei took a breath, the goods in his hand were actually the deputy curator, he was still thinking about capturing it alive a few minutes ago, and it was also thanks to the deputy curator who took the initiative to slip away, otherwise he would not have caused a big disaster.

"You must be surprised how a little mouse can be the deputy curator, but I can tell you that Forty-Two is very clever and cannot be regarded as an ordinary mouse, it has been cultivated by me, from birth to the present!" the polymath took the white mouse back into his hand with pity, and stroked its short, soft white hair, and the forty-two enjoyed it very much, narrowing its little eyes.

"So, you have to respect it as much as you respect me. ”

"Uh~Okay, Curator.I'm fine, ahhhh

"Oh~ I want to consolidate the foundation, now young people are very impetuous, and they often ask me for high-level magic books as soon as they come up!" The polymath looked at Qin Wei with appreciation, "Since you have a heart, let Forty-Two take you there!"

As soon as the polymath finished speaking, the white mouse responded to his "call", slid down the robe from the elderly curator, quickly pounded his little paws, ran five meters away in a blink of an eye, and stopped and turned around and twitched his right front paw towards Qin Lao, didn't that mean beckoning Qin Lao to follow it?

Qin Wei fantasized about whether it was possible for this white mouse to transform into a human form, or whether there was some kind of magic in this world that could turn people into a mouse, otherwise this kind of thing would be unbelievable no matter how you look at it, this can only appear in film and television dramas with special effects, otherwise there is no way to explain it.

But if you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out, anyway, even magic exists in this place, and these things should all work according to the logic here, so it's better not to bring the experience of the original world too much.

In this way, Qin Wei hurriedly followed the pace of Forty-two and began his journey to swim in the sea of books.

Twelve years of education is not enough, isn't it, even if you go to another world, you have to continue to study, immerse yourself in the ocean of knowledge, Qin Wei has a deep understanding of this.

Here he would like to thank the Priest of Brittany once again, for the strange old man had saved him a lot of trouble with a miracle of enlightenment, which would otherwise have taken a long time just to learn a unique language, let alone dig up clues from a special book.

However, as Qin Wei sifted through the books on magic one by one, the more he regretted that he couldn't use the property of magic, just like a eunuch in a harem, obviously there were so many beautiful women dangling in front of him, but none of them could be pushed down, but this was not to blame anyone, this was because he didn't have that "ability".

Putting aside this regret, Qin Lao has one more thing to care about, that is, the deputy director of Forty-two is a little too dedicated, Qin Lao has been soaking in the library almost all day, and this white mouse is always "watching" by his side.

Qin Wei didn't know if this was the meaning of the polymath, or just the reason why this clever mouse was too curious.

But when he noticed the scruffy curator stuffing something into his mouth, rubbing his equally greasy curls with his greasy hands, and reaching for the books on the table, he knew it was the latter.

If he was a mouse with a brain, I am afraid that he would not want to wander around such a bad old man who does not pay attention to hygiene at all every day, otherwise the white hair would have turned into yellow hair long ago.

"So why do you call Forty-Two?" Qin Wei asked the white mouse when he was idle, he didn't expect to get an answer, he felt that no matter how smart this mouse was, he couldn't speak, otherwise, wouldn't another intelligent species rise in the mother continent?

However, Qin Wei obviously underestimated the level of wisdom of Forty-two, it is true that it can't speak or write, but it can find books.