In the city center, on an ordinary street in the Little Tarcinia district, tithes parked their motorcycles outside the door of a large library.

She reached out and took off the helmet from her head, shook her head, and her long, slightly wavy black and purple hair shook twice like waves, attracting the gaze of a young man who had just come out of a convenience store across the street. But I don't know if he's looking at the beautiful woman's hair, or the breasts that are getting more erect because of the posture. It was a pair of very large boobs.

Titha hung his helmet in the rearview mirror of his motorcycle and glanced at the young man. The young man, who realized that he was being discovered, immediately turned his gaze, pretended to be careless, put his hands in his pockets, and whistled and walked away from the street. Tithes didn't bother him anymore.

She turned her head and looked at the library behind her. Her razor-sharp gaze cast an inexplicable shadow and took a deep breath.

"It's back here again." She murmured softly.

At this time, she had changed into a new outfit, changed the original bloodstained "battle suit", and changed into a clean ordinary civilian clothes, but it was still a shirt and long pants, like a rebellious schoolgirl. However, although she is very young, there is still a very big difference compared to female students. Especially in the part of the chest, the difference is the greatest.

In addition to this, she seemed to have taken a shower, and the hairband at the end of her long hair was gone, and the blood stains in her hair were gone. In addition, the part of her neck is wrapped in a white bandage, like a collar, but it is more like a unique ornament in comparison.

Leaning on the actions of the motorcycle, he reached out and touched the decoration around his neck, and closed his lips, looking a little strange, as if he was thinking about something. But she soon gave up thinking about it, locked the car with the key, pushed the door and walked into the library.

The library is huge, after all, it occupies an entire building. There are a lot of books, it's quiet, and compared to the noisy city, it has a distinct personality, like a lawn in the desert. But other than that, there's nothing really special about it, just on the surface, it's just an ordinary bookstore like any other library. There are also a lot of relatively remote areas where young people can do things they like to do in addition to studying.

People are actually very tolerant of those things. Just don't make too much noise.

Tithes walked straight through the lobby to the librarian's counter in the center. She stood there, not saying a word, just quietly, her half-closed eyes as if she had just woken up from a short sleep, and her lowered eyelashes obscured most of the sharpness of her gaze.

The administrator is a slightly older woman. She looks like she's just gone through menopause, or is in the second half of menopause. She must have entered this inevitable period of her life long before anyone else her age, because she was in her forties at most. And many women may not get rid of their physical disorders until they are fifty years old.

With a pair of chained eyes, she sat behind a large, semi-circular counter, and behind her was a whole sky-high bookshelf full of books, all kinds of books. She also had a book in her hand, and was sitting there looking at it with relish. She didn't seem to notice the arrival of the tithes at all.

“……”

Shilo looked at the woman, but finally rolled his eyelids, reached out and tapped lightly on the counter with his knuckles, making a "click" sound similar to knocking on the door.

The Administrator seemed to react at this point, putting down the book on his face and revealing his face.

It can be seen that the administrator was definitely a beauty when he was young—about fifteen or twenty years younger—a beauty in the truest sense of the word. Unlike the unique beauty of Shilo and Marcy, who have a unique temperament and belong only to them, the beauty of the caretaker is a universal, popular beauty, a beauty that even the unforgiving years cannot erase all traces. Although the autumn waves in her eyes were dry, they were ethereal, flying and scattering, like a sea of smoke in the sky.

She looked at the tithe, paused for a moment, and then slowly smiled.

"Long time no see, Miss Tithe." She said, the polite tone made it impossible to find fault with it, perfect like an old butler who has served in the old manor for thirty years, "Is there anything I can serve you?" ”

"I want to see the teacher." Shi Luo said, "I want to see Teacher Yin." ”

"Lady Empty Time Silver is not something that can be seen by just anyone." The Administrator said in a gentle voice, indigo eyes looking at the tithing through his glasses, "And if I'm not mistaken, your name has been written off at the 'Black Table' since you announced your retirement. Now you are no longer a member of the 'Black Table' and no longer enjoy any of the privileges here. ”

Tithes did not answer immediately. She reached out and dug into her pocket, then placed something on the solid wood counter, and with a "gada" sound, it pushed towards the administrator.

It was a small disc-like badge or something, smaller than a palm, just enough to be covered by the palm of your hand without revealing it at all. The manufacture of the badge is very delicate, incredibly fine, with a black background, gold and red patterns, one by one, outlining each other to form a somewhat chaotic but extremely strange pattern. The entire coat of arms looks down from above, like a black table – or altar – that has shrunk countless times over.

The Administrator's calm face changed when he saw the badge. She fell silent.

"I still have some privileges." Tia Clapped his hands on the counter, on either side of the Black Table badge, leaned forward, his silver-black eyes with a kind of innate coldness that could not be completely dissolved under any circumstances, and looked at the Administrator, "Let me go see her." ”

"There's no point in you." The Administrator shook his head and sighed, "The badge allows you to see her, but that's about it. You can't ask Lady Empty Time to do anything for you. You have no power, and she has no obligations. Like I said earlier, you're no longer a member of the Black Table. ”

"Let me worry about that." Shi Yiluo was unmoved, and seemed to have already prepared everything, "You just need to help me arrange a meeting with the teacher." ”

"Miss Shilo, do you want to ......" The Administrator's face showed surprise for the first time.

"If necessary." Tithes said.

The administrator nodded, saying no more. She reached for a dedicated landline phone on the counter, dialed it and put the microphone to her ear.

“…… Someone wants to see you, ma'am. She spoke to the person on the other side of the microphone in a calm and respectful tone, "It's Miss Shilo, and she took out the 'tea ticket'...... More than please, ma'am. ”

The phone was snapped back, and the administrator looked up at the tithe.

"Madame is waiting for you in the lounge, Miss Shilo." She said with a smile.

Tithro looked at the Administrator, nodded, then reached out to put the badge away and turned away. The Administrator watched her back disappear from his view, then picked up the book he had just put down and looked at it as if nothing had happened.

……

There are a lot of things that Ed doesn't know yet, it's not clear, but there are also a lot of things that he already knows, and he knows it very clearly. Now he knows one more thing.

Whatever the reason for the tithe, she would not hesitate to break her declaration of escapism and use her strength to help and protect Susan, it is certain that she attaches great importance to this girl very, very high, to a really high level.

The hideout she found in the city was described by Albert as "no one can find it if she doesn't want to", but even so, she still does a little extra insurance that is better than nothing when she leaves Susan alone.

She left Susan with a gun. A good gun.

Ed doesn't think he knows every kind of firearm in the stars today, but he still knows what he has encountered, touched, and heard of, and he won't forget it after remembering it.

"Shaqi 3977" - that's the name of the gun. The last time Ed saw such a gun was in an extraterrestrial city called Dalchix in Pluto's 12th Sector. At the time, his team was hired by the Pluto government to escort hostages, and as a result, he clashed with the local power forces in Star City, and was fortunate enough to have a fairly intimate tryst with the pistol. It was there that he was most impressed by this gun. It's not that this gun is so valuable, but it's the pistol that their opponents liked and used most often.

The extraordinary 12.7 mm high-power bullet, the pneumatic mechanism of the rifle, the effective firing distance of more than 250 meters, the grip made of hard plastic monolithically, and the two parallel re-entry springs used for recoil considerations - although the huge shooting noise, the capacity of only nine rounds, and the high bullet lethality have greatly reduced the interest of many people in this gun, it is undeniable that this is still a very, very good gun of all the members of Ed's known pistol family.

Ed had seen the wounds left by such a pistol shot, which can only be described as shocking. As long as you are hit by a bullet from this gun, there is basically no need to make up for a second shot. Unless it's in the wrong position.

Why is Ed so aware of these things? Because now the gun was right in Ed's chest—less than five meters away.